
Shella snorted in annoyance upon hearing the topic the two men were talking about re-pronouncing her name.
"Don't talk about me, Dad," Shella said, but her words were only answered by the wind. He squealed and then rolled his eyes.
Not even one of them cared about him. The two of them were just chatting, ignoring this pitiful-looking Shella.
Deploring.
He refocused his gaze on the game he was playing, then cursed violently because his phone suddenly ran out of power.
"I'm sorry, daddy. I think I should go now and drive my father to the airport first. I'm sorry for not being able to chat here for so long" Zavier said, glancing at his watch. He then turned to look at William with an apologetic look.
Vaguely, Shella who was sitting a little far away from the two of them heard that sentence. He smiled in relief in his heart.
Go you, I don't want to see your face, her mind.
"Oh, but what's wrong with your dad? Is he going back to New York again?" ask William.
"Hmm. The work there will pile up if you stay longer in Los Angeles."
"Ck, even though I still want to see his face that must have looked old. His face must have had a lot of wrinkles, right, Zavier?" ask William and chuckle lightly. Of course, he is not serious about his own words.
Zavier just broke down. But after that, he glanced at Shella through the corner of his eye because the woman had not spoken a word. It seemed, only her and her daddy Shella were coloring the atmosphere of this house.
The girl looked aloof at the end of the sofa there, looking very pitiful.
"I want to go first" said Zavier and moved from his seat.
"Alright, be careful on the road" said William, who was only answered by a faint smile belonging to Zavier. William then glanced at Shella, telling his son to accompany Zavier to leave the house.
Shella just grunted annoyedly.
Zavier then left, followed by Shella who was behind him to close the gate later.
"I love you" said Zavier and raised his face to kiss Shella's forehead. However, the girl immediately retreated and looked at the man sharply.
"Don't you dare touch me" Shella sighed in annoyance. But behind all his behavior, he felt his heart suddenly beat fast because of the action of the man just now.
Zavier developed his smile. "Hmm... why?"
The man advanced his steps, then raised Shella's chin using his finger and stared deeply at those blue eyes.
Shella's heart was beating faster, so it felt like it was going to explode right then and there.
"Love you" said Zavier and smiled broadly.
"Just go away" said Shella. His face suddenly turned as red as a boiled crab, making Zavier chuckle a little and poke the tiny nose with a slight growl.
Shella nodded and grabbed her nose.
"Just remember this words 'I will always love you" said Zavier, before the man walked out of Shella's house.
The girl continued to stare at the figure who was stopping the taxi, then disappeared after getting into the car.
Shella sighed, then closed the gate.
Meanwhile, away from Shella's place, William had seen all of those events. The man smiled faintly, displaying a faint frown at the tip of his mouth.
"Basic of young people. Though I have seen a bond begin to grow between them, yet they still deny it" he told himself, shaking his head.
Love, love can conquer everything..
"Dad's? Why are you standing there?" shella asked when she found her father standing in the doorway.
William blinked for a moment. "Ah, no. Let's go inside."
***
"Jason, put about fifteen bodyguards hidden in front of and behind the woman's house. Do not look flashy and do not let your guard down in every minute. If there is a suspicious figure, just call me and keep an eye on the suspicious movements" Zavier told the driver.
"Okay, sir," Jason replied as he glanced at the windshield. He watched his boss closely. "But are you okay? Your spine is still not fully healed and you just got into a car accident again. Maybe we should go to the hospital first?"
"no need. I feel fine. Now, I want to buy a cell phone first. Take me to the nearest shop" Zavier argued stubbornly and looked out the car window.
Right now, he was in a taxi, or rather, a car disguised as a taxi.
"Do you like it?" ask Jason suddenly. In the next second, the man clenched his mouth tightly, realizing that he was presumptuously asking his boss about it.
Momentary silence.
Jason again glanced anxiously at Zavier through the windshield, fearing that the man would scold him or fire him mercilessly. However, it turns out his boss is just looking out the car window. He had no idea what Zavier was thinking right now.
"I don't know. But, I think so," answered Zavier hesitantly, breaking the silence that had been created for a few minutes. The man's eyes just stared blankly out the window, daydreaming something. Meanwhile, Jason only smiled at his faint smile.
7 May 2020