CH 3: Get married!

RYAN

“So we met again, Miss Bell,” I asked her and from her expression, I could easily sense the shock and fear it holds.

"What are you doing here, did you just stock me ?" she said with a higher-pitched voice than usual.

 I was about to reply when her grandpa interrupted in the middle “I'm glad that you know him, Rose  ….he is the guy I was talking about, he is the grandson of Andrew” he said in a tone that sounded much sweeter in my ears than it actually was.

I smirked at her over-the-top shock expression. She looked like a puffed-up hummingbird, and I couldn’t help but smile—Guess it only made her pissed off more.

Hell! I didn’t know we could be this closed.

 From what I have just found out was—my grandpa had been friends with Mr. David Flynn Bell ( or to better put her grandpa) and this friendship had been passed onto to generation between her father and mine, who by calculation died almost a decade before— sadly the friendship hadn’t passed to us.

My dad often visits Henry’s cemetery but started visiting Mr. Bell after he got the news of his heart disease.

 He had always asked me to go with him at least once, and after countless of his scolding—I had finally said yes.

Even god wants us to meet now.

ROSE

He is smirking like an idiot.

GOD Why in the world HIM?

 I could see myself banging my head on the floor and then cry but then I looked at grandpa and smiled. He looked pleasured to look at us.

“How do you know him, Rose?”

 I was about to answer when he interrupted “She is that interview girl, grandpa”.

 Interview girl!!

I was in total shock when I looked at him. Did he tell grandpa everything? I questioned myself.

But the way he smiled, it didn't seem to be that way, and even grandpa looked calm.

I glanced at him and then grandpa and then hesitantly asked “W..what did you tell grandpa about me?” although my face was fully turned toward grandpa my eyes rolled towards him.

He’s dead if he mentioned something iniquitous.

He again smirked—looked like he knew that I hated that and, so he tends to do it more.

 “It's between me and grandpa !” and he smirked again looking at grandpa who was also grinning.

 I tried to control my anger and so looked at my grandpa completely ignoring his words.

What hell has he left to say, after what had happened just yesterday?

 “What did he say, grandpa?” I asked again, hesitating.

 “You should have accepted his offer”  grandpa laughed.

I was utterly shocked. What the hell does he mean by that?

I look over to him ( if he could make out, I was about to pull draggers on him) when grandpa continued “it was just a dinner, you should have agreed” he moved his hand over my head titillating, while I finally exhaled the stuck air of my lungs.

So he didn't say what he really did?

 “But why did he come today?” I asked grandpa again, completely ignoring his presence.

 “My father wanted to pay a visit but was unable to so I came in to fill his space, "he said looking at me. As if I had asked him. I have asked grandpa not him.

 “So, since you have already visited him, I think you can go now,” I said in a straight voice, still not looking at him.

 “See, I told you, she wouldn't like it” I glared at my grandpa's whisper.

“But I think she is really glad about my presence,” there he goes again, smirking. Maybe god accidentally distributed him an excess of confidence.

I took a deep breath and finally turned my head towards him “Can I have a talk with you mister?”  and with that, I got out of the room.

RYAN

Mister!!

Not bad. I couldn’t help but grin “For sure”

 As we exited the room, I found her burning with anger. Her hand was folded over to the strap of the brown handbag that she was holding.

She was wearing a pair of faded jeans with a white shirt half-tucked. I could see her black bra strap peeping out from her right shoulder and immediately distracted my eyes from her hair. which were today tied at the back of her head— not wanted to be seen as a pervert.

Instead of high heels, she was wearing a pair of white sneakers.

And though there was nothing s*xy about her outfit, I still found it to be somehow attracting me and her anger, god irresistible.

I smirked and she lifted her god forbid killing gaze at me. She crisscrossed her arms over the best part of her chest and spoke " what do you want ?"

You! I said in my mind.

 “Come on, why would I want anything from you ?” I said trying to shove off her anger but my f*cked up eyes, couldn't understand this, it kept off wandering around her peeping strap. And just when I was struggling with my imagination, she followed my gaze and corrected her shirt in a way, hiding her strap, and again fixed her gaze over me.

Oh god, I could imagine her repeating pervert in her mind. But to be true it wasn't me—it was my eyes,fcking eyes.*

 “Then, why are you here?” she said looking away from me.

 “I already told you, I came here as a replacement for my father” I sighed at losing such a sexy sight. Not that I was perverted or anything.

She pushed her body weight on one leg and with another started to tap the floor. She suddenly appeared like a teacher about to issue a punishment for the student—that was me.

She let off a sigh, while her frown deepened.

I had heard Scientists say that body language can say a lot about a person but never thought that one day I would be decoding one. I wondered if she wanted to kick me hard, or was it because she was thinking something or just a normal stress response.

I agreed with anything that didn’t include me getting kicked.

She narrowed her eyes at me with nothing more than a clear warning “Dare you lie to me,”

 Now that shot my heart like the cupid’s arrow. Moving a little forward, I crossed my arms, challenging “What if I'm not lying, Miss Bell.”

"But you ARE!" she said looking straight into my eyes. I looked a little down, it was her plum lips, then took a little aback

 “Fine, then let me just come to the point” I exaggerated.

 “What?”

“Let's get married, Miss Bell”

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