Forbidden Love
Stone-Cold. (4th Chapter)
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Evelyn's POV:
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I take the chair beside my husband, across from the one Harry sits on. At this moment, I am trying my very best, to hide the infatuation growing for the youth in front of me. He proceeds eating in silence, while I force my eyes to deviate away from his magnificent features. “My friends want to stop by and see me tomorrow, dad.” Harry tells Desmond the information, while I listen deeply to his ringing voice.
“Well, I hope you’ll have a good time catching up with them. I-…” Desmond gets cut off, once his phone begins to sing the caller tone. “Excuse me for a minute.” He looks at me in requesting gesture, which I immediately nod for as an answer. Desmond glides over the large dining room, walking to the outside; leaving me with my struggle. I can’t force myself to stare at my meal any longer, and for that I slowly lift my face to meet two green eyes flickering at me.
Harry stares at me, showing me a new facial expression; a smirk. It could mean a lot of things, but what I am aware of; is that there is something weary about it. “I’m only behaving with you pleasantly, because I know that my father won’t like me being rude to his new bride. (He cracks his fingers, then laughs darkly) Let me put it in a simple format; I don’t like the idea of you being here. I don’t plan on getting along with you, and nor should your blonde dreams be painted about that imaginary future. I will respect you, but only for the sake of my dad. Am I clear Miss Rider?”
I wish he never spoke; I wish he never spilled out these rude and repulsive words. “(I smile flakily at him, taking a sip from my water) Oh trust me, I’m married to your dad, and not to you. Which means, I don’t have to get along with you either. And thank you so much for showing me your true colors, Harry. Let me assure you that you’ll be like any artifact in this mansion. I never feel or care about figurines, they are stone-cold; just like you proved to me that you are.”
His eyes widen at my response, clearly not expecting me to fire back a defensive reply. “(He speaks sternly, shifting his eyes from mine to his platter) I’m glad we agree.” I immediately reply: “Oh, the feeling is mutual trust me.” On the cue, Desmond walks back, giving me a kind smile. “Sorry I’m late. I just had to sort out some paper agreements. I will be heading to work tomorrow, its been a while and I am afraid that there would be chaos in the systems.” I nod, smiling at my mature husband.
“Don’t worry, darling. Everything would be fixed, once you’re back tomorrow.” I allow my palm to pat his wrinkled hand, gaining a grin from him. In the corner of my eye, I notice Harry’s eyes burning my palm’s skin; focusing on how my hand is placed over his father. “(He pushes his chair back, standing up immediately) I’ll be in my room.” Harry storms out of the dining room, making my eyes widen at his sudden action. “(He sighs) He’s always been like that, darling. Don’t you worry, he’ll come along eventually.”
What could I possibly reply to the father of my hater? If only Desmond was her to hear the words of his own son. But, what scares me the most; is the failure of my plan. Before we got married, I didn’t know that Desmond had an offspring; which meant I would inherit everything on my own. But now that Harry is in the picture, the hopes I once had would all turn into sand pebbles. I won’t let this plan die, I have to find a solution; and only one person could help me out of this problem. My mother…
Evelyn's POV:
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I take the chair beside my husband, across from the one Harry sits on. At this moment, I am trying my very best, to hide the infatuation growing for the youth in front of me. He proceeds eating in silence, while I force my eyes to deviate away from his magnificent features. “My friends want to stop by and see me tomorrow, dad.” Harry tells Desmond the information, while I listen deeply to his ringing voice.
“Well, I hope you’ll have a good time catching up with them. I-…” Desmond gets cut off, once his phone begins to sing the caller tone. “Excuse me for a minute.” He looks at me in requesting gesture, which I immediately nod for as an answer. Desmond glides over the large dining room, walking to the outside; leaving me with my struggle. I can’t force myself to stare at my meal any longer, and for that I slowly lift my face to meet two green eyes flickering at me.
Harry stares at me, showing me a new facial expression; a smirk. It could mean a lot of things, but what I am aware of; is that there is something weary about it. “I’m only behaving with you pleasantly, because I know that my father won’t like me being rude to his new bride. (He cracks his fingers, then laughs darkly) Let me put it in a simple format; I don’t like the idea of you being here. I don’t plan on getting along with you, and nor should your blonde dreams be painted about that imaginary future. I will respect you, but only for the sake of my dad. Am I clear Miss Rider?”
I wish he never spoke; I wish he never spilled out these rude and repulsive words. “(I smile flakily at him, taking a sip from my water) Oh trust me, I’m married to your dad, and not to you. Which means, I don’t have to get along with you either. And thank you so much for showing me your true colors, Harry. Let me assure you that you’ll be like any artifact in this mansion. I never feel or care about figurines, they are stone-cold; just like you proved to me that you are.”
His eyes widen at my response, clearly not expecting me to fire back a defensive reply. “(He speaks sternly, shifting his eyes from mine to his platter) I’m glad we agree.” I immediately reply: “Oh, the feeling is mutual trust me.” On the cue, Desmond walks back, giving me a kind smile. “Sorry I’m late. I just had to sort out some paper agreements. I will be heading to work tomorrow, its been a while and I am afraid that there would be chaos in the systems.” I nod, smiling at my mature husband.
“Don’t worry, darling. Everything would be fixed, once you’re back tomorrow.” I allow my palm to pat his wrinkled hand, gaining a grin from him. In the corner of my eye, I notice Harry’s eyes burning my palm’s skin; focusing on how my hand is placed over his father. “(He pushes his chair back, standing up immediately) I’ll be in my room.” Harry storms out of the dining room, making my eyes widen at his sudden action. “(He sighs) He’s always been like that, darling. Don’t you worry, he’ll come along eventually.”
What could I possibly reply to the father of my hater? If only Desmond was her to hear the words of his own son. But, what scares me the most; is the failure of my plan. Before we got married, I didn’t know that Desmond had an offspring; which meant I would inherit everything on my own. But now that Harry is in the picture, the hopes I once had would all turn into sand pebbles. I won’t let this plan die, I have to find a solution; and only one person could help me out of this problem. My mother…
Notes
Two more chapters, just:
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3/29/15