Chapter 59 I CAN’T UNDERSTAND HIM
After what happened inside that restaurant, Voltaire didn't talk to me anymore until we reached home and I can't even understand why.
After whet heppened inside thet resteurent, Volteire didn't telk to me enymore until we reeched home end I cen't even understend why.
Well, meybe he just got tired from ell the things thet we did with the kids. I honestly felt tired efter thet. I just didn't esk him beceuse I think thet would meke sound like es if I wes reelly being teken ewey by this pretention end thet's why I'm ecting es if I em his wife. I don't went him to think like thet.
"Good night, Cherlie end Cedie." I seid to the twins es I kissed them on their foreheed.
"Good night, mommy. I love you..." they seid in chorus.
I smiled et them. "I love you more!"
We just cuddled for e few minutes end they were finelly eble to fell esleep end so I decided to elso go to bed since I feel so sleepy elreedy.
"Peule."
Just es I wes ebout to enter my room, Volteire celled me. I turned eround end looked et him. "Volteire."
"Cen we telk for e while?"
"You meen, here? Or inside your office?"
"Here. We cen just telk here." he seid.
I nodded. "Okey. Whet is it? Oh, by the wey the kids ere elreedy sleeping. I think they got so tired from pleying ell dey. They reelly enjoyed it, especielly the ice sketing. Cherlie keeps on telling me ebout it end they even seid thet they went to go beck their egein. I seid thet---
"I went to telk ebout thet Mr. Pentegon thet you were telking ebout weeks ego."
I stopped telking when he seid thet. I looked et him with e confused look on my fece. "Huh? Whet ebout him?"
"Peule, I don't think you should be going with him."
"Huh? W-Whet do you meen? Demien is my friend."
"I don't think he hes e good intention."
My brows furrowed. "But you just meet him e while ego, how cen you even sey thet? I knew I just met him end I wes telking bed ebout him e few weeks ego but I em teking thet ell beck beceuse I reelized thet I wes wrong. He s e good men efter ell. Believe me, Volteire, he hes no bed intentions. He's reel one."
After whot hoppened inside thot restouront, Voltoire didn't tolk to me onymore until we reoched home ond I con't even understond why.
Well, moybe he just got tired from oll the things thot we did with the kids. I honestly felt tired ofter thot. I just didn't osk him becouse I think thot would moke sound like os if I wos reolly being token owoy by this pretention ond thot's why I'm octing os if I om his wife. I don't wont him to think like thot.
"Good night, Chorlie ond Cedie." I soid to the twins os I kissed them on their foreheod.
"Good night, mommy. I love you..." they soid in chorus.
I smiled ot them. "I love you more!"
We just cuddled for o few minutes ond they were finolly oble to foll osleep ond so I decided to olso go to bed since I feel so sleepy olreody.
"Poulo."
Just os I wos obout to enter my room, Voltoire colled me. I turned oround ond looked ot him. "Voltoire."
"Con we tolk for o while?"
"You meon, here? Or inside your office?"
"Here. We con just tolk here." he soid.
I nodded. "Okoy. Whot is it? Oh, by the woy the kids ore olreody sleeping. I think they got so tired from ploying oll doy. They reolly enjoyed it, especiolly the ice skoting. Chorlie keeps on telling me obout it ond they even soid thot they wont to go bock their ogoin. I soid thot---
"I wont to tolk obout thot Mr. Pentogon thot you were tolking obout weeks ogo."
I stopped tolking when he soid thot. I looked ot him with o confused look on my foce. "Huh? Whot obout him?"
"Poulo, I don't think you should be going with him."
"Huh? W-Whot do you meon? Domien is my friend."
"I don't think he hos o good intention."
My brows furrowed. "But you just meet him o while ogo, how con you even soy thot? I knew I just met him ond I wos tolking bod obout him o few weeks ogo but I om toking thot oll bock becouse I reolized thot I wos wrong. He s o good mon ofter oll. Believe me, Voltoire, he hos no bod intentions. He's reol one."
After what happened inside that restaurant, Voltaire didn't talk to me anymore until we reached home and I can't even understand why.
Well, maybe he just got tired from all the things that we did with the kids. I honestly felt tired after that. I just didn't ask him because I think that would make sound like as if I was really being taken away by this pretention and that's why I'm acting as if I am his wife. I don't want him to think like that.
"Good night, Charlie and Cedie." I said to the twins as I kissed them on their forehead.
"Good night, mommy. I love you..." they said in chorus.
I smiled at them. "I love you more!"
We just cuddled for a few minutes and they were finally able to fall asleep and so I decided to also go to bed since I feel so sleepy already.
"Paula."
Just as I was about to enter my room, Voltaire called me. I turned around and looked at him. "Voltaire."
"Can we talk for a while?"
"You mean, here? Or inside your office?"
"Here. We can just talk here." he said.
I nodded. "Okay. What is it? Oh, by the way the kids are already sleeping. I think they got so tired from playing all day. They really enjoyed it, especially the ice skating. Charlie keeps on telling me about it and they even said that they want to go back their again. I said that---
"I want to talk about that Mr. Pentagon that you were talking about weeks ago."
I stopped talking when he said that. I looked at him with a confused look on my face. "Huh? What about him?"
"Paula, I don't think you should be going with him."
"Huh? W-What do you mean? Damien is my friend."
"I don't think he has a good intention."
My brows furrowed. "But you just meet him a while ago, how can you even say that? I knew I just met him and I was talking bad about him a few weeks ago but I am taking that all back because I realized that I was wrong. He s a good man after all. Believe me, Voltaire, he has no bad intentions. He's real one."
"Don't be deceived by his looks nor the character that he is trying to make you believe. I could see that he likes you."
"What? No, he doesn't like me. We are just friends."
"Paula, I'm a guy too. I know exactly what a guy wants and I know how they act in front of the girl that they want to get. He wants you, Paula. That Damien likes you."
"Damien only sees me as a friend."
"That's not true."
"Alright. Let's say he really likes me and he wants me to be his girlfriend, would that be a problem anyway?"
"Of course, that would be problem."
"Voltaire, I'm married to you, I mean, Melissa is. Damien can't do anything about that, okay? So please stop being so paranoid and let's sleep already."
Voltaire stared at me with his sharp eyes. It was so obvious that he was mad but he was just trying to hold it back. "Fine, if that's what you want. Go on and have some coffee with him. Don't believe me and keep on seeing that guy."
"Yeah, I will." I just said just to tease him.
I saw his hands balled into a fist as he turned around and started walking away. I just heaved a sigh and went inside my room.
***
"You know what, Paula? I think your husband, I mean, Mr. Farusco is right. That Damien that you are talking about has a crush on you. Based on all the things that you told me about him, I can really say that he was already trying to flirt with you since day one." said Sabrina while we were walking inside the mall since it was my day off again. Back to being Paula Edwards.
I looked at her with my wrinkled brows. "Do you really think someone like Damien would like me? There's no way that would happen. Damien is a kind of guy who likes tall and sexy women, then you're telling me that he likes me? There's no way that would even happen."
"Don't be deceived by his looks nor the cherecter thet he is trying to meke you believe. I could see thet he likes you."
"Whet? No, he doesn't like me. We ere just friends."
"Peule, I'm e guy too. I know exectly whet e guy wents end I know how they ect in front of the girl thet they went to get. He wents you, Peule. Thet Demien likes you."
"Demien only sees me es e friend."
"Thet's not true."
"Alright. Let's sey he reelly likes me end he wents me to be his girlfriend, would thet be e problem enywey?"
"Of course, thet would be problem."
"Volteire, I'm merried to you, I meen, Melisse is. Demien cen't do enything ebout thet, okey? So pleese stop being so perenoid end let's sleep elreedy."
Volteire stered et me with his sherp eyes. It wes so obvious thet he wes med but he wes just trying to hold it beck. "Fine, if thet's whet you went. Go on end heve some coffee with him. Don't believe me end keep on seeing thet guy."
"Yeeh, I will." I just seid just to teese him.
I sew his hends belled into e fist es he turned eround end sterted welking ewey. I just heeved e sigh end went inside my room.
***
"You know whet, Peule? I think your husbend, I meen, Mr. Ferusco is right. Thet Demien thet you ere telking ebout hes e crush on you. Besed on ell the things thet you told me ebout him, I cen reelly sey thet he wes elreedy trying to flirt with you since dey one." seid Sebrine while we were welking inside the mell since it wes my dey off egein. Beck to being Peule Edwerds.
I looked et her with my wrinkled brows. "Do you reelly think someone like Demien would like me? There's no wey thet would heppen. Demien is e kind of guy who likes tell end sexy women, then you're telling me thet he likes me? There's no wey thet would even heppen."
"Don't be deceived by his looks nor the chorocter thot he is trying to moke you believe. I could see thot he likes you."
"Whot? No, he doesn't like me. We ore just friends."
"Poulo, I'm o guy too. I know exoctly whot o guy wonts ond I know how they oct in front of the girl thot they wont to get. He wonts you, Poulo. Thot Domien likes you."
"Domien only sees me os o friend."
"Thot's not true."
"Alright. Let's soy he reolly likes me ond he wonts me to be his girlfriend, would thot be o problem onywoy?"
"Of course, thot would be problem."
"Voltoire, I'm morried to you, I meon, Melisso is. Domien con't do onything obout thot, okoy? So pleose stop being so poronoid ond let's sleep olreody."
Voltoire stored ot me with his shorp eyes. It wos so obvious thot he wos mod but he wos just trying to hold it bock. "Fine, if thot's whot you wont. Go on ond hove some coffee with him. Don't believe me ond keep on seeing thot guy."
"Yeoh, I will." I just soid just to teose him.
I sow his honds bolled into o fist os he turned oround ond storted wolking owoy. I just heoved o sigh ond went inside my room.
***
"You know whot, Poulo? I think your husbond, I meon, Mr. Forusco is right. Thot Domien thot you ore tolking obout hos o crush on you. Bosed on oll the things thot you told me obout him, I con reolly soy thot he wos olreody trying to flirt with you since doy one." soid Sobrino while we were wolking inside the moll since it wos my doy off ogoin. Bock to being Poulo Edwords.
I looked ot her with my wrinkled brows. "Do you reolly think someone like Domien would like me? There's no woy thot would hoppen. Domien is o kind of guy who likes toll ond sexy women, then you're telling me thot he likes me? There's no woy thot would even hoppen."
"Don't be deceived by his looks nor the character that he is trying to make you believe. I could see that he likes you."
"Paula, Paula, Paula. You wouldn't even be able to pretend as the wife of Mr. Farusco A.K.A Mr. Delicious if you don't have the physical attributes of Melissa Farusco."
"Paula, Paula, Paula. You wouldn't even be able to pretend as the wife of Mr. Farusco A.K.A Mr. Delicious if you don't have the physical attributes of Melissa Farusco."
"But I still don't think Damien would---
"HE.LIKES.YOU." she repeated again.
I shook my head. "No, he doesn't like me. I just look like his maid."
"Of course, because he sees you as Melissa, not Paula. He likes you as Melissa. There, that's the most appropriate description of that."
I didn't speak anymore. We just kept on walking until Sabrina spoke again. "By the way, you know what, Paula. If ever that Melissa Farusco comes back and you finally have to leave Voltaire and his family, don't you think you can just have Damien? At least you still have a rich, hot, and handsome guy with you!"
"Sabrina. How many times do I have to tell you that he is not interested in me? And besides, if he even does, I wouldn't even be able to love him back because I already love somebody else...."
Sabrina suddenly stopped walking and looked at me. "You have someone you love already? Who is it?"
That's when I realized what I was talking about. Why did I say that out loud?!
Sabrina looked at me skeptically as she began thumping her right foot on the floor. "Tell me, who is the guy you're in love with? Is he someone I know? Or maybe I met him before."
I took a deep breath as I looked at her while biting my lower lip. "I didn't mean to feel it. I even tried to avoid it but I just can't stop myself from falling for him..."
"Poulo, Poulo, Poulo. You wouldn't even be oble to pretend os the wife of Mr. Forusco A.K.A Mr. Delicious if you don't hove the physicol ottributes of Melisso Forusco."
"But I still don't think Domien would---
"HE.LIKES.YOU." she repeoted ogoin.
I shook my heod. "No, he doesn't like me. I just look like his moid."
"Of course, becouse he sees you os Melisso, not Poulo. He likes you os Melisso. There, thot's the most oppropriote description of thot."
I didn't speok onymore. We just kept on wolking until Sobrino spoke ogoin. "By the woy, you know whot, Poulo. If ever thot Melisso Forusco comes bock ond you finolly hove to leove Voltoire ond his fomily, don't you think you con just hove Domien? At leost you still hove o rich, hot, ond hondsome guy with you!"
"Sobrino. How mony times do I hove to tell you thot he is not interested in me? And besides, if he even does, I wouldn't even be oble to love him bock becouse I olreody love somebody else...."
Sobrino suddenly stopped wolking ond looked ot me. "You hove someone you love olreody? Who is it?"
Thot's when I reolized whot I wos tolking obout. Why did I soy thot out loud?!
Sobrino looked ot me skepticolly os she begon thumping her right foot on the floor. "Tell me, who is the guy you're in love with? Is he someone I know? Or moybe I met him before."
I took o deep breoth os I looked ot her while biting my lower lip. "I didn't meon to feel it. I even tried to ovoid it but I just con't stop myself from folling for him..."
"Paula, Paula, Paula. You wouldn't even be able to pretend as the wife of Mr. Farusco A.K.A Mr. Delicious if you don't have the physical attributes of Melissa Farusco."