Forbidden Love
In Common. (16th Chapter)
…Two Hours Later…
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Evelyn's POV:
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“That’s basically, Harry. He’s always a little stiff and stubborn, but once he feels relaxed with a certain person; he shows his spontaneous character. I know you may think that he isn’t fond of you right now, but he will eventually. (He smiles politely) You’re a really good person Mrs. Evelyn.” I laugh, before correcting Liam. “Just call me Evelyn, no need for the titles. I’m practically your age, Liam.” He nods, feeling relieved that I gave him the option of being less formal.
“(He sighs) Well, I suppose Harry isn’t returning soon. I must be heading back home.” He stands up, shaking my hand before Mrs. Higgins escorts him to the door. I have learned quite a lot about Harry, but most of the stuff I already knew in advance. But what I certainly didn’t know, was that Harry’s mother is dead.
I kind of got this relation with him, since I have lost my own father at a young age as well. It made me a little aware that he might be cold, because he lacks care and love. Even though it isn’t my duty to be his provider of those feelings, I feel that I should. But I can never replace his mother, and second of all; Harry doesn’t see me as a parent. He clearly proved that when his perfect lips swam over mine, revealing the deep passion he has for me.
“Darling, I’m home.” I hear Desmond’s voice calling me, once the main door slams shut. Instantly I recover from me thoughts, going back to the reality check; that is my husband, and no one else. Desmond and I own each other under legal terms, and I am certainly not going to diminish his trust and loyalty.
I walk towards him, giving him a greeting hug. “Shall we have lunch? (I nod, while he asks again) Have you seen Harold?” Mrs. Higgins opened her mouth to answer for my sake, but I was faster thankfully: “No, he just went out. I suppose he’s with his friends or such.” Mrs. Higgins gave me a weird look, but I shrugged it off. I don’t want Desmond to know that his own son just stormed out of here with no further notice on his location.
And I certainly don’t want him to know that I have been doing my research with one of his friends, a while ago. If I tell him, then my husband would be suspicious and would sense there is something odd; which I want to avoid as much as I can.“(He smiles at me) Oh well, let’s go eat. I have so much to tell you and Harry, but I suppose I’ll tell him later when he arrives.”
…During Lunch…
“I really don’t like pasta.” I widen my eyes at Desmond, shocked that he is the only person I’ve known so far; that doesn’t like this meal. “Its one of my favourites to be honest.” I mumble, while taking a bite out of my fork. “(He chuckles) You and Harold have this in common.” I choke on my food, coughing a little at Desmond’s information. “(He hands me the glass of water, asking me in worry) Are you alright, darling?” I nod slowly, gulping a little from the glass to relieve my throat.
“(I change the subject instantly, not wanting him to question my sudden reaction) So, what was it that you wanted to tell me?” He sighs, making me notice that what I am about to hear is not so great after all. “I am heading to Denmark at night. I have a client with a law sue, over there. And I will be needing to stay there for three days. (He saddens) I would have taken you with me, if it wasn’t purely for business.”
I nod, assuring him that it’s completely understandable, but deep down my fears are growing bigger in the second. If Desmond won’t be here for the next three days, I would be stuck in this empty house with no other than Harry. To be quite honest, I really don’t want this to get awkward between the two of us, and I am certainly not going to be near him anymore. Physically at least.
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Evelyn's POV:
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“That’s basically, Harry. He’s always a little stiff and stubborn, but once he feels relaxed with a certain person; he shows his spontaneous character. I know you may think that he isn’t fond of you right now, but he will eventually. (He smiles politely) You’re a really good person Mrs. Evelyn.” I laugh, before correcting Liam. “Just call me Evelyn, no need for the titles. I’m practically your age, Liam.” He nods, feeling relieved that I gave him the option of being less formal.
“(He sighs) Well, I suppose Harry isn’t returning soon. I must be heading back home.” He stands up, shaking my hand before Mrs. Higgins escorts him to the door. I have learned quite a lot about Harry, but most of the stuff I already knew in advance. But what I certainly didn’t know, was that Harry’s mother is dead.
I kind of got this relation with him, since I have lost my own father at a young age as well. It made me a little aware that he might be cold, because he lacks care and love. Even though it isn’t my duty to be his provider of those feelings, I feel that I should. But I can never replace his mother, and second of all; Harry doesn’t see me as a parent. He clearly proved that when his perfect lips swam over mine, revealing the deep passion he has for me.
“Darling, I’m home.” I hear Desmond’s voice calling me, once the main door slams shut. Instantly I recover from me thoughts, going back to the reality check; that is my husband, and no one else. Desmond and I own each other under legal terms, and I am certainly not going to diminish his trust and loyalty.
I walk towards him, giving him a greeting hug. “Shall we have lunch? (I nod, while he asks again) Have you seen Harold?” Mrs. Higgins opened her mouth to answer for my sake, but I was faster thankfully: “No, he just went out. I suppose he’s with his friends or such.” Mrs. Higgins gave me a weird look, but I shrugged it off. I don’t want Desmond to know that his own son just stormed out of here with no further notice on his location.
And I certainly don’t want him to know that I have been doing my research with one of his friends, a while ago. If I tell him, then my husband would be suspicious and would sense there is something odd; which I want to avoid as much as I can.“(He smiles at me) Oh well, let’s go eat. I have so much to tell you and Harry, but I suppose I’ll tell him later when he arrives.”
…During Lunch…
“I really don’t like pasta.” I widen my eyes at Desmond, shocked that he is the only person I’ve known so far; that doesn’t like this meal. “Its one of my favourites to be honest.” I mumble, while taking a bite out of my fork. “(He chuckles) You and Harold have this in common.” I choke on my food, coughing a little at Desmond’s information. “(He hands me the glass of water, asking me in worry) Are you alright, darling?” I nod slowly, gulping a little from the glass to relieve my throat.
“(I change the subject instantly, not wanting him to question my sudden reaction) So, what was it that you wanted to tell me?” He sighs, making me notice that what I am about to hear is not so great after all. “I am heading to Denmark at night. I have a client with a law sue, over there. And I will be needing to stay there for three days. (He saddens) I would have taken you with me, if it wasn’t purely for business.”
I nod, assuring him that it’s completely understandable, but deep down my fears are growing bigger in the second. If Desmond won’t be here for the next three days, I would be stuck in this empty house with no other than Harry. To be quite honest, I really don’t want this to get awkward between the two of us, and I am certainly not going to be near him anymore. Physically at least.
Notes
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3/29/15