The author just can't still get over the rain scene... so here's a song about RAINBOW... HOPE... and celebrating LOVE and LIFE...
Because, you, my dear readers, are all hopeful individuals.
Yes, there's always a rainbow after the rain.
This one's for you all!
hehe... Enjoy!

Take a little time, baby
See the butterflies' colors
Listen to the birds that were sent
To sing for me and you
Can you feel me?
This is such a wonderful place to be.

Even if there is pain now
Everything will be all right
For as long as the world still turns
There will be night and day
Can you hear me?
There's a rainbow always after the rain.
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~~~ CHAPTER 47 - Lies ~~~

I had several dreams.

Most of them were about someone.

In those dreams, I saw him carrying a cup of tea or a bowl of soup and persuading me in his whispers to have a taste of it. I also saw him checking on my temperature and inserting some tablets into my mouth.

In those dreams, I saw him rubbing a cold, damp washcloth on my forehead, in my neck, in my arms, and other parts of my body which helped me feel a little relieved.

Most of all, in those dreams, I saw him lying beside me, embracing me as I slept, and kissing me in the forehead whenever he found the need to.

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I opened my eyes and felt terribly tired. I felt like I had been to a walk for a thousand miles. My heart and my body ached so much. It felt so weird to feel that I had been to hiking when at the same I felt I was in bed for a couple of days.

I let my eyes roam around and I learned that I was in my room at the palacio. I was lying with my back on the bed. However, what surprised me was the fact that a muscular arm was enveloping my body.

What? I wasn't sleeping alone! I was actually lying in bed with someone!

I turned my face to my left and saw his countenance. Our bodies were pressed against each other.

Nigel...

He was lying on his side, facing me and still sleeping, and his hot breathing in my cheek was like a sunshine to a plant. It brought some form of energy in my desolated heart.

Are you for real, Nigel Joaquin? Are you really here with me?

I blinked my eyes and I realized that I wasn't dreaming. Everything was real. I was in bed with him under some sheet and he was actually hugging me.

What exactly happened? Why were we in this condition? Why was he in my bed?

So he had already arrived from abroad...

Trying to find some answers to my questions, I just stared at his face.

Not being able to help myself, I ran my fingers on his left jawline and played with his stubble. The short hairs pretty tickled my hand.

Slowly, he opened his beautiful pair of eyes and, instantly, they found mine.

He gazed at me and I immediately behaved my hand by pulling it away from his jaw.

He was serious, as in disturbingly serious, like he didn't have any plan to smile. Then, after several moments, he lifted his arm from my waist as if telling me silently that he wanted his body to be separated from mine.

I was surprised.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, taking off the blanket, as he sat up at my side. There was coldness in his tone.

"I... I'm feeling... a bit tired... but, I think, I'm okay now. Why? What happened to me?" I asked innocently. I had a little feeling on what happened but I needed a confirmation.

"You had fever," he said, still maintaining that cold tone.

"Really?" I uttered, wondering.

He nodded, then he stared at me again for a long time as if there were lots of questions in his eyes. I became so conscious of the way he was scrutinizing me that I turned my head away.

Why are you staring at me that way, Nigel?

"I'll tell Elena that you have already woken up." I heard him talk later, very coldly. I felt him move at my side as he stood up. Next thing I knew, he was already out of my room.

There was a great pang of pain in my heart when he was finally gone... so really painful... because his treatment to me now reminded me of the old Nigel Joaquin... cold and uncaring.

Was it because of Stella? Did he finally realize that there was no need for him to fake treating me?

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Mommy Carol and Elena came into my room when they learned I had already woken up.

"Nigel went to his room to have a shower," mom said.

I didn't answer. I was still feeling some pain in my chest.

I learned from mom and Elena that I actually caught a fever from the time that I arrived from the Suarezes' event. The day after, I still had fever that mom called the town doctor. The latter assured that everything was okay. It was a miracle that I didn't catch a cold. The doctor told them that it might be attributed to some sort of stress.

And I said to myself... Yeah, it might be both physical and emotional stress. Well, I felt like some parts of my body were soring especially my feet... However, I was convinced that more than the physical pain, it was more of the emotional aspect that caused my body to give up.

I couldn't believe that I was in bed for two nights and one day.

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I had breakfast in bed. Elena, being the family nurse now, made sure that I took all medicines she prepared for me.

"The señorito couldn't leave you alone, you know. He's been here all along," Elena told me as she was giving me the tablets.

Sitting on the bed, I looked at her disbelievingly.

Really? He was worried about me... But why was he treating me coldly today?

"Here. Your tablets," Elena said, offering the medicines.

I took them into my mouth and gulped water. "Thanks, Elena," I said, handing her back the glass.

She gave me a beautiful smile. "I'm so happy for you, Thea. It thrills me to know that the adorable señorito has been sharing bed with you. You must feel deeply loved today."

"Is that true? He's been here in my room all the while I was sick?"

"Yes, he didn't leave you. He was just right here, very worried. He even wanted to bring you to the hospital but the doctor told him that he has nothing to worry."

Really?

Then, I remembered something. I just wanted to be sure of it.

"Elena?"

"Yup?"

"Who brought me back here in the palacio the other night?"

"Huh? So you were really unsconscious all along? Of course, it was the señorito," she reported.

"H-How come? I thought he was still abroad at that time."

"He arrived here in the palacio an hour you left with that Javier. He actually didn't take his dinner. He immediately left for the town when he learned you attended the charity event organized by the Suarezes."

So, it was really him.

It was Nigel who saved me that night.

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While Elena was changing my bed clothes, I took a shower and brushed my teeth.

Elena was no longer in my room when I got out from the shower. Everything in the bedroom was neat and organized with my new bed clothes. Then, I noticed the basket of red roses on my bedside table.

He still sent me roses.

I didn't know how to react. Should I be happy?

Still, I was confused with his actions. While abroad, he had been calling and texting me. The other night, he also went to the town to fetch me from the charity event. Yet this morning when I woke up, he was giving me the cold shoulder.

Clothed in a loose tee shirt and short cotton shorts, I went back to lie on my bed. I still felt I needed more rest. I wasn't able to sleep right away. I thought of Javier and what happened during the charity event. The disappointment I felt for him was unfathomable. I didn't think I could still be a friend to him. I couldn't forgive him on using the children of my beloved orphanage.

Then, I also thought of Nigel. Still, I was puzzled. Why was my heart telling me that he really cared for me in spite of his actions this morning?

I thought and thought of him... until sleep came over me.

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I didn't know how long I slept.

When I opened my eyes, I saw him. He was there sitting at my left, his back and head rested on the headboard. His legs were stretched on the bed.

He was watching me intently.

My heart drummed a beat.

"Y-You're here..." I whispered.

He gulped something in his throat and I didn't miss the sexy movement of his adam's apple. "Yeah, the brute is here," he said huskily.

I presumed that he didn't go out for he was wearing just a tee shirt and sweat shorts.

"You haven't left for the capital?" I asked, glancing up at him.

"I can't go there without talking to someone," he expressed, almost bitterly.

Why was I feeling that he had been so lonely?

"Are you feeling okay now?" he asked. His tone was a little bit changed this time like there was concern in it.

I nodded.

He sighed deeply. "I don't know how to start this, Althea, but I really want to talk to you."

Me, too. I've been meaning to talk to you.

"I just want you to know," he continued, "that I've been feeling so confused. I thought we were already okay. What happened? I'd been trying to contact you but you weren't answering my calls. What have I done? Have I said something in the phone that made you mad at me?"

Okay. He was being very serious now. He really meant it when he said he wanted to talk with me.

This was going to be serious talk so I decided to rise and sat on the bed. I moved myself and, promptly, Nigel's hands grasped my body to help me lean my head in the headboard just like him.

There was a long silence at first. It was like we were just hearing each other's breathing as we sat side by side.

I wanted to say I missed him so much and that I didn't mean to reject his calls. I was just very, very hurt on what I had discovered about him.

I waited for him to say something.

Indeed, he spoke out... somewhat anxiously, "Are you in love with somebody else right now, Althea?"

"What?" I quipped, very surprised, as I faced him. "What did you just say?"

His eyes were intense, as usual, but somewhat sad. "You... in love with someone else?"

I gaped my mouth at him. Why was he asking me this?

"Who is it, Althea? Dylan Fernandez or Javier Suarez?" he asked, gritting his teeth.

"Why are you asking me that?" My voice trembled a bit.

He clenched a fist on his side.

"Why are you asking me that?" I repeated.

"The last time we talked in the phone, you met Fernandez in the bar, didn't you?" He brushed his hair with his fingers. "After that, you never answered any of my calls again."

Gosh! What was he acting now?

"Are you acting jealous?" I said, raising my voice.

"I'm just not acting here," he said, also raising his voice and closing the distance between our faces. "I am jealous. I'm so f-cking jealous, Althea. Who really is this damn guy that you're falling in love with? I'm so confused right now. If it's not Fernandez, then is it that Suarez? The politician's son? Because it looked like you had a lovers' fight with him the other night that you even had to run through the rain making yourself sick! Are you that desperate already because of him?"

Nigel, at the moment, looked really angry that he held my arms and pinned me to the headboard more. His face was just an inch away from mine. His eyes were intense and accusing. "I should've restrained myself from being jealous but I can't help it, Althea! For years, I've been like a jealous brute and, now when I thought we're already doing fine, you still go out with the guys who've been causing me pain ever since!"

Too shocked, I wasn't able to say a word. Was he really jealous?

"I've been losing my mind and I'm losing my control now," he stated with his shivering voice. He gripped my arms harder as he pulled me down back to the surface of the bed. Lying now with my back completely rested on the bed, Nigel climbed on top of me. Supporting his weight, his palms were placed on each side near my head while his knees were bent down straddling and imprisoning my hips.

I pushed his chest when he pressed his torso to me but I couldn't move him a bit. He was so strong. He even leaned his face near to me. "I'm really losing my control now and it's you who's doing this to me."

"What are you doing?" I cried out loud.

"I swear I'm gonna make you mine right now," he murmured heavily to my left ear. "I'm gonna f-ck you so hard right here that you will completely forget whoever is this man you're falling in love with."

With my body still weak from last night's fever, I was surprised that I was still able to pinch his chest with my fingers. "I'm not one of your f-ck buddies," I stated in fear, confusion and anger as my tears streamed down my cheeks. "And certainly, I am not your Maria Stella."

The mention of that name made his eyes flick and darken even more. "What? What did you just say?"

I pinched his chest again. "I said I'm not your Maria Stella..."

There was some movement of his eyeballs. Was that an expression of confusion? "Maria Stella? How come she becomes a part of this discussion?"

"So you're acting stupid now... How could you even forget your engagement to her? The two of you are going to be married soon, aren't you? So why are you still acting jealous?"

Still hovering over me, he paused for some time gazing at me.

Finally, a word came out of his mouth. "WHAT?"

"Don't what what me," I said, sardonically, hitting his chest once with my right fist.

Grabbing my right hand, Nigel pressed himself more to me that I felt his chest on mine. I labored hard to breathe. His huge built almost suffocated me.

"What? I'm gonna get hitched soon with Maria Stella?" His mouth was so close to mine that I gasped awkwardly.

"Are you surprised that I know? Do you really plan to hide it from me? Until when are you gonna hide the truth from me? Until your wedding day? Or until you see me totally shattered?"

Yes, I began crying, as usual. But these tears I was releasing from my eyes right now made me so proud of myself for they symbolized my emotional strength. Why? Because, finally, I confronted him about the woman that he had been planning to marry. Finally, I got the courage to mention to his face the name of the woman who drove me to run away from him and from Mommy Carol. Now, I wanted the truth. I wanted to know the whole truth right from his mouth.

And when everything would be said, I could finally start lying to myself that I could move on... that I still had enough courage to move on... and everyday of my life, I would just be lying to myself that I had already moved on.

"I'm marrying Maria Stella?" he asked like everything he heard was unbelievable. His minty breathing was fanning my face.

"Why do you keep on asking me about your engagement? Ask yourself... and tell me the truth..." I said, almost losing my voice.

"Of course not! I'm not marrying her! I'm never marrying anyone but you! Whoever told you such crap?" he instantly replied.

I wrinkled my forehead as I gazed at him.

Nigel also looked shocked; and I was confused if the expression I saw in his face as he was drooping down on me was even true.

I still stared at him disbelievingly. Was he acting? Was he this good in acting that he actually convinced me that he was utterly not expecting what I just said?

Nigel groaned and held my chin. "Who told you that f-cking crap?" he repeated.

"Are you saying that it's a lie?" I gasped.

"Of course, it's a LIE!" he said as he finally dropped his chest on me. Our bodies were now pressed to each other but I didn't feel his weight, like he carefully controlled himself not to smash my tiny body with his humongous built. His mouth rested on my forehead. "It's a lie, Althea. I never proposed to anyone."

I closed my eyes but tears rolled down at the sides of my face. "I don't believe you..."

Bewildered, Nigel once again lifted himself up to look at my face. "Oh, God! Just f-cking tell me who told you such lie and I swear I'm gonna put a bullet through his or her head!"

I wasn't able to say words anymore. I cried even more.

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Truly puzzled on what to do to comfort me, Nigel finally decided to lie down on his back at my side and pulled me, especially my face, on his chest.

When I finally felt like there was no use wasting my tears, I opened my mouth and told him about my encounter with Dylan in the bar while he was abroad. I told him everything, from the time that our call ended, to Dylan assaulting me in the narrow hallway at the bar, up to the time that I talked with Maria Stella in the phone.

All along, Nigel was gripping my body tightly as he uttered his curses.

"And why would I marry her?" he asked afterwards.

Flustered, I said, "Because you proposed to her. You were engaged to her since almost three years ago."

"WHAT? SHIT! WHY WOULD I EVEN PROPOSE TO HER?" he asked in a booming voice that he almost jumped out of the bed. Good that I was leaning on him and he would actually fly from the bed.

"Are you telling me that it's not true?" I queried, still sobbing.

"And why would you even believe that it's true?" he asked back.

Crap.

"Because she is your girlfriend---"

"Just one of the women that I slept with," he cut me off.

"Well, as far as I remember, you introduced her to me as your girlfriend," I complained, feeling his heartbeat in my cheek.

He cursed again and grasp my hair with his fingers. "But it was never serious, just like all the other women, Althea!" he replied.

"If it wasn't something serious, why did you still have to introduce her to me as your girlfriend and you even brought her to the condo? Remember? I caught you making out with her just outside my room when I was just starting to live with you in the capital." I lifted my face up to him.

"That one... Well, it was just one of those stupid times. Yeah, I was really stupid... It was because I wanted you to give the engagement up at that time. I really intended to hurt you so many times before especially when you started to live with me in the capital. I wanted to prove at that time that the two of us together is impossible."

"Well, you hurt me so bad at that time," I said, leaning my face to his chest.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really? You would just ask something like that?" I complained again.

"Were you really jealous with Maria Stella?"

"Come on, let's not change the topic. I'm trying to know the truth here. Didn't you really propose to her?"

"I never proposed to anyone," he said in a seriously firm tone.

"Didn't you give her a ring?"

"What ring are you talking about? Of course, I never gave her any ring!"

Wow. This conversation was going somewhere. I pulled myself from him and sat at his side, crossing my legs. "Then, what was that ring that she showed me during your CEO-ship party?" This time, my tears went rolling down again on my cheeks. All the heartaches I felt during that particular night, especially my painful conversation I had with Maria Stella in the washroom, came over me once more.

He almost jumped himself as he sat up as well. He gripped both of my shoulders. "What? What ring?"

"The engagement ring that you gave her!"

This time, as we sat facing each other and our legs crossed in between us, he gripped my jaw with his hands, leaned down his face on me so our eyes would meet.

"As I said, I never proposed to her and I never gave her a ring," he said very firmly.

I blinked my eyes and I saw sincerity in Nigel's eyes.

Sincerity.

Pure, genuine sincerity.

What?

Was I mistaken all this time? Had I thought of him so wrongly all this time?

It took me several moments before I made myself move again.

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Oh, no! For years, I had been so stupid.

I had been so stupid.

I had been so stupid for letting myself believe that bitch!

I burst out crying more and, without giving a damn anymore on whatever else that the bitch told me on that particular night, I jumped and sat my buttocks on his lap, as I brought my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his hips.

"Really?" I cried out.

And, in that position on bed, hugging him tightly while he was wrapping his arms around me as well, I told Nigel about that night during his 24th birthday and what Maria Stella told me in the washroom.

"Still dwelling in your fantasy world?" She smiled again confidently. Maria Stella was handling this all too well like everything she said was the whole truth. Then, she glanced at my hands. "If he really was serious with this, why didn't he propose to you tonight in front of everyone? Why didn't he give you the ring? And why did he give it to me instead of giving it to you? Meaning. Nigel. Proposed. To. Me. And. Not. To. You," she said, still tauntingly, as she showed me her left hand.

In her ring finger, I saw a gorgeous diamond ring, too beautiful to look at that I actually dropped my jaw. It glistened under my gaze. It looked very, very expensive.

Proposed to her? Nigel?

"No, that cannot be!" I clenched my fists.

She laughed hard when she heard me. She laughed so very hard that she looked like a mad woman.

I stepped back and my butt touched the sink where I depended for support. If not of the sink, I would have collapsed right now.

"Nigel and I are engaged since two months ago. Are you surprised? He actually proposed to me two months ago. While your engagement is fake, ours is something that is true and official. With this ring, everything becomes official between the two of us!" she said triumphantly.

"So, what was that ring? Where did she get it?" I asked after I narrated him what happened.

"I don't f-cking know where she got it!"

I paused. God, did I really make a mistake three years ago?

"Now, why would she do that? Why would she make such kind of story?" I blurted, feeling the fear in my heart that I did make a terrible mistake three years ago.

I saw anger in Nigel's eyes. He flicked his eyeballs and there was that dangerous light in his eyes.

"Is this the reason why you run away that night, Althea? You left mom and me because of what Stella told you?" he said, eyeballs flicking, as he cupped my left cheek with a palm.

Now, I paused again. There were still a lot of reasons but, of course, Maria Stella and her words were at the topmost of all those reasons why I left on that fateful night.

Finding the courage in myself to bare it all now, I nodded my head.

"Oh, f-ck! F-ck! F-ck!" Nigel cursed as he gripped again my jaw. "Althea, everything was just a lie. Everything she said about the engagement, the ring, and the forthcoming wedding is all a pathetic LIE."

We looked at each other, our eyes catching each other... stared, gazed... His eyes had still a glint of dangerous anger in them.

"All these years, I thought you left me because you could never forgive me for my being so mean to you... I thought you hated me so much for my being a jerk... But it's not even the reason! You ran away because of a pathetic lie!"

I gasped my mouth with a palm... and I felt so weak.

"Such a naive girl..." he murmured, both in angry and sympathetic tone. Then, I saw a glint of moisture in his eyes. "Did you just lie when you said asking mom about our engagement is the biggest mistake you've ever done? Did you not really mean it? Because when you said it to me, I thought it just killed me right there in the car!"

I closed my eyes and brought myself to the past... to that night when we talked in his car before I decided to leave him and mom three years ago.

He then raised his face now but he refused to look at me. He was facing the windshield.

"Yes, it's true. Our engagement has been one great fake since the start of it," I said firmly. "It's been wrong, so so so wrong since the beginning, Nigel. It's true, I was the one who started this so I should also be the one to correct it. Tonight, I'm going to correct the biggest mistake that I have ever done in my life. To beg to marry you has been the biggest mistake that I've ever done, so I will make it right tonight! Let's stop this craziness now because I'm really, really tired of all of these."

Nigel listened intently, I knew, but all along he was grabbing his hair with his fingers. When I was done talking, he turned his face to me... and, for the first time, I saw tears glistening in the corners of both his eyes.

Tears?

Then, Nigel averted his face to the opposite direction. Oh, I wished he turned his face back to me so I could make sure of it.

Tears? Was this even true? Did he really cry?

So, it was true. He did cry for me at that time. Would somebody just kill me right now?

"Did you lie at that time, Althea?"

I wanted to say Yes, I lied, Nigel Joaquin. I'm so sorry, but I thought I just lost my voice. I sobbed and placed my head on one of his shoulders.

Probably sensing the the truth through my action, he didn't anymore bothered me on the question. He just breathed in and out deeply as if trying himself to cool down. I felt so guilty. How I wished I could still go back to that time and did the only right thing to do --- tell him the truth!

By and by, he spoke out, "During that time when I made the announcement in front of everyone in the Corp during the turnover ceremony, I meant all my words, Althea. There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted at that time but you, to marry you, and be with you."

Oh, yeah, I was really getting weak now. Why did I ever believe that woman? And I couldn't help myself but to feel remorse and regret. There was nothing that I could do anymore to turn back time.

"I did a lot of thinking before I made the decision of introducing you to everybody as my fiancée. Remember the time when we had the fight at the patio that ended with my almost raping you? I was so bothered by my conscience right after that. I wasn't able to sleep the whole night. I just thought and thought of you and how hurt you had become because of me. I wanted to kill myself at that time. Very early the next day, I sneaked here in your room and I saw you here on your bed, still in your gown with your face so messy with your make-up due to your crying, I just so wanted to kill myself then. That was when I realized that I couldn't hurt you anymore. I'd been to my worst already and it was killing me. I couldn't anymore afford to hurt the only girl I love..."

He paused and hugged me even tightly.

"After that, there was nothing that I wanted to do but to talk to you, to tell you how I really felt for you... but you became so evasive. At the condo, you always stayed away from me... and you started to go out with friends... and I was hurting so much... and I turned out to be that coward man. I was afraid to even show my face to you because I felt that I didn't deserve you. I was like the meanest man on earth. I was thinking so damn much how I could even put things right between the two of us."

I lifted my head from his shoulder and stared back at him. "If that was what you really felt at that time, why did I always see photos of you with different girls on TV and magazines? You actually looked like the greatest playboy back then?"

"No, no, no. It was those stupid media men. Everything was just rumors, princess. At that time, I already decided to introduce you to the public so they stop spreading rumors about me... Besides, it's always been you... It's always been you that I love... but it took me months to do the introduction... because I had always been overcome by my fears that you were gonna reject me... so I drowned myself in my work... until the CEO turnover ceremony came... At that time, I was very, very determined to announce our engagement in front of the media people because you are very, very special to me and I can't afford to lose you. I just got the feeling that you were already giving up on me and that scared me like hell."

I cupped his cheeks with my hands. The skin in his face was wet with both sweat and tears.

"I actually wanted to give the ring at that night in front of everyone, but I was afraid you were gonna reject me. I was totally afraid. I've never been so afraid in my entire life..."

"W-Why were you afraid?"

"Because I knew for sure that you were still hurting that night. You were giving me the silent treatment, remember? I was afraid that the pain you were feeling would make you reject me... so I just settled for the announcement only... and planned to give the ring when I could finally make things right with you. That's why when you made no negative reaction after my announcement, I felt like a huge lump in my heart was taken off. I was so happy that I vowed to myself to make you the happiest woman on earth. I was supposed to drive for you after the party, wasn't I? Because I desperately wanted to have a talk with you that night," he stopped and we embraced each other again tightly.

Dropping his back to the surface of the bed, he put his head on the pillow and brought me down with him. Now, I was on top of him and I was surprised to myself that I was not having any reservations of my body now. I just wanted to feel him so close to me. I even loved the feeling that one of his hands was on my back, pulling me more to him, and the other was on my butt.

Why did we have these weird positions as we did this important discussion? But, heck, I didn't care. Lying prone on top of him was, I thought, the best position for us to discuss about the past...

He was so physically strong, everything about his body, and I felt I needed him now this close because I felt so damn weak. Feeling him just gave me enough strength.

"Yeah, I remembered fully well that you told me to ride with you in your car after the party..." I kept up with the conversation as I pressed my left cheek on his right.

"Yeah, that was what we were supposed to do, right?" he asked as he played with my back, rubbing it with a palm. "But, next thing I knew, you were already gone. You just left the building without even telling me. Now, I knew why..." He gritted his teeth.

"There were still other things that Maria Stella told me that night," I said.

"What? There were still other things? Like what?" he said, gripping my butt.

I jolted.

Did guys grip girls' butts when they're unprepared to hear something?

I deep breathed.

"Like... you hated me because I was a servant's daughter..."

This time, I noticed him clenching his fist at my back.

Okay, tell me everything now, Nigel Joaquin.

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A/N

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