Eavesdropping the Chairman

Somehow, Darwin’s words moved my heart. I mean, he has been there since our fake contract marriage started. I would not say that he has been intrusive; more like indulging into my persona, but not rudely.

His hand was on my waist as we went through the pavement where the way towards the garden is located. The ringing of the utensils was more loud than the faint whispers the Family Montenegro was exchanging during their dinner.

I saw how the garden was surrounded with Christmas lights. The bulbs were stuck on the expensive plants. Even though it was dark, I could distinguish that at daytime, the assorted flowers from the garden are beautiful. The garden was vast, as if four rooms that are sized with my apartment room would be the right measurement.

Darwin cleared his throat so he would catch the attention of his family. Automatically, they turned their heads in our direction. I avoided looking at Mrs. Margarita Montenegro and the chairman. I chose to focus on the obvious smug and welco