ELVIRAI take a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions."What do you mean, Hendrix?" I ask as I sniffle hard to fight back the tears that are threatening to fall down my cheeks.I am not the type to endure being lied to in the face and I am beginning to feel sad."Don't argue more, Elvira," Hendrix says as he places a hand on my lips to stop me from saying more."Alright," I say with a sad pout.Although I am curious, I just have to swallow down my words. I don't want Hendrix to think I am an annoying leech."Taxi!" I flag down a taxi."A cab?" Hendrix asks as the taxi stops right in front of us."Yes, Hendrix, we are going to enter a cab to go home or do you want to walk back?" I ask with a sarcastic tone."No," he replies, shaking his head vigorously. "Let us go in," he says."Good boy," I laugh as the both of us enter the cab."Hendrix," I call as soon as we make ourselves comfortable. "It is okay if you don't want to tell me anything about Demetrius's business life. I promise n

ELVIRAI think you guys are like super rich, so how come the maids didn't know you were cooking?" I ask again. “Sister-in-law," Hendrix grumbles. “You see, my mother has a personal kitchen where no maid is allowed to go, so I made use of that one," Hendrix says as he face-palms himself. "You are just like your husband," he mumbles. "Yo..” I try to say, but the cab comes to a halt. "Quintin mansion, ma'am," the cab driver says as he stops. Hendrix and I then get down from the cab with all our grocery bags. "Thank you, sir," I said as I paid the cab driver. "You are welcome," he nods as he collects the transport fare and drives off almost immediately. "Sister-in-law," Hendrix calls as he single-handedly carries almost all the grocery bags into the house. He doesn't let me carry almost anything, so I carry only a grocery bag containing carrots. “So sister-in-law," he calls. “Are we going to start cooking immediately?" he asks. “No, we are not," I say with a sigh, my tone drippi

ELVIRA“ Wow!" I exclaim with awe as I stare at the special delicacies neatly arranged on the table. “ You are such a cool cook!" He exclaims with astonishment again. “ Thank you," I laugh as I shake my head. “ You are so dramatic, Hendrix." He scoffs. “ Dramatic?" He asks. “ Like..look at this delicacy on this counter and you are trying to tell me I should not be dramatic..if not over dramatic about this?!" “ You are such a clown!" I laugh as I smack him on his arm. “ Yeah..I guess that is my special talent," he says with a shrug as he stares at the food in front of him. “ Oh my..I am going to eat till my tummy bursts open!" I look at Hendrix with a raised brow, what nonsense is he talking about?! “ Hey! Hey!" I caution him. “ This food was specially prepared for Demetrius alone!” He purses his lips. " That is not fair! Why can't I have even a bite out of the meal?!” " Because it is not meant for you!” I say." But..but..please sister in-law! Just give me even if it is a bit

ELVIRAHendrix practically drags me into the room, closing the door behind us. I can tell he is excited about this makeover, and I can't help but feel a little nervous. I trust him, of course, but I have never let anyone else control my appearance before."So, what are we going to do first?" I ask. "Should we start with hair or makeup?""Hair first!" Hendrix says, sounding excited. "You need a hairstyle that will make you look like a queen ; a badass queen!"I sit down in front of the vanity, and Hendrix starts work on my hair. He starts by brushing it out, then begins sectioning it off. I watch in the mirror as he carefully twists and pinned my hair into an elaborate updo, complete with braids and curls. I can't believe how talented he is! When he is done, I look like a completely different person."What do you think?" he ask, stepping back to let me see the full effect.I am completely speechless. I look like a regal goddess, with hair fit for a queen. My hair is pulled back in an

ELVIRA"Umm..umm..please take a seat, sir," I say as I gesture for him to sit down.He just gives out a light nod as he sits down.I sigh inaudibly, other men always assist their dates in sitting down during a romantic dinner, but oh well..I am not expecting much from Demetrius. After all, he is a heartless monster who doesn't believe in love or any romantic gestures.As we sit down, I don't know what to do next, it has been years since I last went to a romantic dinner with anyone.“What are you waiting for?" Demetrius's voice rings out.I look up to meet his piercing gaze on me. “Umm..it is nothing," I stutter with a nervous chuckle. “Please, let us start eating."Being around Demetrius always makes me really nervous. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my pulsating heart.Silently, Demetrius starts eating his food and I too join. The atmosphere is weirdly quiet and it doesn't look like we are at a romantic dinner at all.After what feels like an eternity of suffocating silence, D