Chapter 6

Chapter 6

**Jheanne's POV**

 

When I looked at Hugo, his eyes had narrowed as he stared at me and Ubi.

A secret little thrill of victory bloomed inside me at his reaction.

"Hugo, Jana-meet my fiancé. Ubi," I said with a smile.

Hugo's eyes narrowed even more.

I was genuinely grateful Ubi was here. Because of him, I'd been able to face them today.

I slipped my arm through his and pressed my body against his while lifting my chin and looking at them both with pride.

My former best friend looked at me with open hostility.

So what?

Tsk.

I turned to Ubi.

He was quiet, staring off into space again.

I rested my head on his shoulder and deliberately softened my voice.

"Baby, can we go? I'm hungry," I said sweetly.

He looked at me and nodded.

"Okay."

"Goodbye, guys!" I chirped.

Hugo looked like he wanted to say something, but Ubi was already pulling me out of the building.

Good.

I couldn't stand being around those two demons any longer.

Once we got outside, we headed straight for my car. The moment we got in, silence settled between us.

And then I remembered the kiss.

Dear God.

First I brought him to my condo.

Now I'd kissed him too.

Everything was happening so fast.

But wait...

I didn't feel any regret at all.

I'd actually liked it.

Ubi was the first man who had ever kissed me.

I glanced at him carefully.

And only then did I realize he was already looking at me.

"Ubi-"

"Sorry."

I bit my lower lip at that.

Why was he apologizing? Because he kissed me?

I smiled at him.

"No problem, Ubi. I'm actually thankful you came when you did. Because if you hadn't, I probably would've just stood there crying in front of those two. But because you were there, at least I got a little revenge." I even laughed, remembering Hugo's face. "Did you see his reaction? He couldn't believe I already had a fiancé, right?" I said, laughing.

But my laugh slowly turned into a sob.

No matter what I did, it still hurt.

Maybe that was just how heartbreak worked. The pain someone you loved caused you didn't just disappear overnight.

Yes, I loved Hugo.

How could we have lasted eight years if I didn't?

I was already twenty-eight. I'd grown older waiting for him to finally ask me to marry him. That was all I had ever wanted from him, and why I stayed all those years. I had so many suitors, but I never wanted anyone else because to me, Hugo was the man I wanted to spend my life with.

So when he asked me to marry him, I was unbelievably happy.

But the joy I felt that day was stolen from me just as quickly on our wedding day.

"You're crying..."

I blinked when Ubi reached over and wiped away my tears with his fingers.

"Stop crying. He's not worth it."

I smiled again at his English.

There really was something mysterious about him. It was obvious he was used to speaking it.

"Ubi?"

"Hmm?"

I sat up straighter and looked him in the eyes.

"What's your full name? And where do you live?" I asked.

He looked off into space, thinking hard. His brow furrowed, and he seemed unable to come up with an answer.

"Don't you remember anything, Ubi?" I asked softly, beginning to understand what his reaction meant.

He shook his head.

"No. I-I don't know... who I am."

I sighed.

I felt sorry for him.

And I couldn't stop wondering what had happened to him. It was impossible that he wouldn't know his own name-unless he'd lost his memory.

I shook my head.

My imagination was running wild again.

"Forget what I asked, Ubi. Maybe one morning you'll wake up and suddenly remember who you really are. Where you came from. Come on, let's go. We're going to the mall," I said with a smile, patting his arm.

Then I started the car and drove us there.

When we arrived, I got out happily and opened the door for him.

"Come on, Ubi."

He nodded and got out too.

I took his arm and led him inside.

We walked around, ate at different places, watched a movie, and finally went shopping for clothes for him.

"Here, Ubi, try this on!" I said, handing him the clothes I'd picked out.

He looked almost overwhelmed trying to hold them all.

"Go on, get in there," I said, pushing him toward the fitting room.

I waited outside, sitting on a couch until he came out to show me each outfit.

Almost everything I chose looked amazing on him.

I couldn't stop gawking at every single look.

He was seriously delicious.

"Do they all look okay?" he asked, checking himself in the mirror.

I was still staring at him open-mouthed.

When he looked at me, I quickly shut my mouth.

"More than okay!" I said.

He just nodded.

After we finished buying clothes, we went to the underwear section.

I swallowed when I saw all the different styles of men's underwear on display. I had no idea what kind he preferred, so I let him pick for himself.

"Do you really think that'll fit you?" I asked, raising a brow when he picked up a medium.

I had seen what he was working with.

There was no way medium was going to happen.

"I don't know," he said.

I sighed.

I took the underwear from him and replaced it.

"Do you know what size you should be wearing, Ubi?"

He shook his head.

"Extra large, Ubi. Because your thing is huge!" I said a little too loudly.

He grimaced.

A few salesladies nearby laughed.

I grabbed him and dragged him to the cashier. After paying for everything, we were about to leave the mall when I noticed an older housemaid staring at Ubi.

She looked like she wanted to approach him but couldn't decide whether to.

I studied the woman for a second before tugging Ubi toward the car.

"Come on, Ubi," I said.

And I led him away.

**Someone's POV**

"I'm telling you the truth, Ma'am Myra! The man I saw really looked like Sir Carlos!"

Ma'am Myra gave me a dismissive look.

She clearly didn't believe me. She was busy with the papers spread out in front of her.

"You're the one who said he only looked like Carlos, didn't you? And you just told me his name wasn't Carlos either. So could you please stop adding to my stress, Yaya? I'm exhausted. I want to rest. You can go now."

I sighed at what Ma'am said.

Maybe she was right. Maybe the man I saw only resembled Sir Carlos. His hair had been long, while Sir Carlos's was always short. Maybe I was just mistaken.

"All right, Ma'am. I'm sorry."

She nodded, and I quietly left the room.

Maybe I really had just imagined it.

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