I’m Just His Wife

“Oops, you’re just there. I’ll open the door for you.” He said and got out of the car then opened the door for me.

I got out of the car and pinched his cheek. “Gentleman.” I said with a smile and he just winked at me.

We entered the restaurant and I was amazed at its design. We went to this French Restaurant. There were very few people because maybe it was far from the city. Obviously only the rich eat here.

I anchored my arm to Seymour’s arm which surprised him but he immediately smiled. He said that the table chosen when he met was at the end, so I immediately pointed out to him the woman who had turned her back in our direction who was sitting at the end table and looked like someone was waiting.

We approached the woman and I saw that it was shaded and there were folders on the table. She seems … she seems familiar to me.

“Corrine?” Seymour asked the woman.

The woman turned to us and removed her shades. My eyes widened when I saw who it was. Si … Si Lara.

“Uhm, hi. I’m Lara Santillan, I’m Corrine’s best friend. She’s sick so she’s sending me here to talk to you.” She smiled at Seymour.

“Lara Santillan? Where’s Corrine?” My hair would almost stand on end at Seymour’s cold voice.

I saw Lara swallow. He sneezed first then smiled again and spoke. “Uhm, why don’t you sit down first? Sit down first so we can talk properly.” He presented us with two chairs in front of him.

Seymour and I sat quietly and I noticed that Lara was avoiding my gaze. Does he know me? I think yes because Ivan said it was Lara who gave me the dress I wore to my parents “anniversary party. Then he doesn’t seem comfortable now, he seems to be considered ignorant.

“So, uhm, Corrine told me that your designs were good, Ri … Rigella. That’s why she wants a partnership with you.” He said and handed me a folder and ball pen. Immediately?

“Oh, really? Corrine said that?” I secretly criticized Seymour because his sarcastic tone was so obvious.

“Ah, y-yes …” Lara replied.

“I thought you’re an actress? Why do you go to public places like this?” Seymour still asked sarcastically.

Lara swallowed before speaking. “Uhm, it’s safe here because there were so few people, it’s okay for me to meet you here.” She smiled in response.

“Uh-huh?” Seymour asked sarcastically so I stepped on his foot under the table causing him to look at me.

I have already spoken. “Uhm, Lara? Can I think about this first? Because I’m not very good at doing business yet.” I’m embarrassed to say.

“Oh, sure. Corrine can wait.”

was it just me or do I just think his smiles were fake? I feel like he’s just pretending. Ah, I don’t know.

“You can afford this kind of restaurant, huh? I thought you’re just from a middle class family and you’re not a very famous actor so I’m sure you don’t have much budget for restaurants like this.” Seymour said suddenly so my eyes widened at the same time as I inhaled.

“Excuse me?” Lara tried to smile but she was obviously offended by what Seymour said.

Seymour smiled at him. “I’m sure you’re getting some money. Ah, right. Ivan De Leon isn’t he? Your so-called boyfriend who was super rich and owns various companies. I’m more than sure he’s the one buy your used Louis Vitton bag today. ” Seymour pointed to Lara’s bag that sat on a chair.

Lara took a deep breath, obviously holding back her annoyance. Seymour was very straightforward and the things he says were a bit below the belt. I don’t know but I can’t move and speak to stop him.

Lara stood up and picked up the folders on the table and her bag. I stood up and restrained his arm from leaving.

“Lara, wait-”

He cut off what I was going to say and removed my hand from his arm. “I’m sorry, Rigella but I can’t do this anymore. Your friend has said too much about me. Excuse me.” He said and quickly walked away from us.

I sat down again and took a deep breath. I looked at Seymour and he was just seriously looking at the menu. Like nothing happened.

I close my eyes emphatically. It still hurts to see and talk face to face with the person the person you love really loves …

Rigella’s POV

“Why did you do that?” I asked Seymour when he could order. Obviously, we”re still in the restaurant. It would be a pity for our long trip if we didn’t eat here either.

He just smiled at me. “Why, cupcake? Do you feel sorry for her?” He lost his smile and stared at me then folded his arms.

I averted my eyes. Honestly, I don’t know what to say to him. All I know was, what he did was wrong. He insulted Lara too much.

I just sighed and played with my fingers. I sighed when Seymour pulled me over and suddenly put his arm around me.

“Don’t be too kind, cupcake. That’s why your husband was abusing and fooling you. You’re too kind and a martyr. Sometimes, you fight. Or if you want, I’ll fight and defend you …” he whispered in my ear ko.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Tears welled up in my eyes at what he said. Why didn’t I fight? Since then, Seymour who has always been defending me, even if he was the one hurt, just don’t.

I quietly cried as I leaned over her. It was really good and he came back. I will admit, I have always been dependent on him.

“Cupcake …” Seymour called to me so I turned to him. She looks nervous and her forehead was sweating.

“Hm?”

“Uhm, w-what … I’ll tell you something …”

My eyes widened and moved away from him. “Do … Don’t tell me, will you admit to me that you were gay?” I was shocked by the question.

His jaw dropped and he stared at me in disbelief.

“WHAT THE F*CK, CUPCAKE? !!” He shouted so the people here in the restaurant looked at us. I covered her mouth and smiled shyly at the people. The other customers were shaken and went back to what they were doing.

I jokingly slapped his mouth. “Bad mouth, tsk. Why were you swearing?”

He was slapped on the forehead and pinched my nose. “Hm, how can I not swear eh I was mistaken for gay by the person I love?” He says laughing.

This time, I dropped my jaw and my eyes widened as I looked at him. I waited for him to say it was just joke time but he didn’t say a word. He just smiled looking at me and seemed to enjoy watching my expression.

Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined this to happen. Seriously? Seymour who was like my brother already loves me? Impossible!

I forced myself to laugh. “Ha-ha-ha! That joke of yours isn’t funny, cookie monster.”

He lost his smile and now he was able to fold his arms again. I swallowed without reading the expression on his face. Even his eyes were cold because of the coldness of his stares at me. He looks like he had a bad trip.

I stopped laughing and swallowed. I averted my gaze from him. He looks serious. But … how can he love me eh how many years has he been away from me?