Episode 10

ANGELA

When I agreed to dinner with Dimitri and Anton, I thought we would be going to a restaurant or the like, but that wasn't the case. Dimitri took me to his new house, a lavish mansion, for dinner. Anton was in my arms, content, and I was overjoyed to hold him. He is a very cute child who smiles a lot, which is quite the opposite of his father, who didn't smile at all upon arriving at the mansion. Dimitri opened the car door for me, assisted me in getting out while Anton clung to my arms as if he was afraid to be let go, although eventually, I would have to let him go because he is not my child, no matter how much he calls me mom.

"Make yourself comfortable; I will have dinner served," Dimitri said, and I sat down on the sofa with Anton, who immediately wanted to get down because his toys were in the living room. He began to grab all the toys he could but couldn't carry them all.

"Hey, champ, just choose one," I said, lifting him up and offering a small bear he had been trying to get.

"That's his favorite," Dimitri remarked, reappearing.

"He wanted all of them," I commented.

"Yes, every time he comes, he grabs all the toys but ends up with his favorite bear," Dimitri told me.

"I suppose he weighs his options and always concludes that bear is the best," I replied.

"Possibly, but let's move to the table; they're about to serve dinner," said Dimitri.

"I'll follow," I replied, taking Anton and following Dimitri to the dining room, where there was a chair for Anton and I sat beside him.

The staff started to serve dinner, and one stayed with us to feed Anton while we ate, allowing Dimitri and me to dine without interruption, even though that woman gave me a disapproving look, and I didn't know why.

"So, Miss Walton, aside from your work with your father and being multilingual, what do you enjoy doing?" Dimitri inquired.

"Well, I like sports and I enjoy making desserts. My grandmother Rocio taught me how to make delicious ones, and I adore all kinds of outdoor places," I responded.

"Well, my family owns a beautiful private island. We could invite your family to visit," Dimitri suggested.

"That would be nice. My family would be delighted, as long as you afterwards visit my private island. My grandfather gave it to me for one of my birthdays when I was a child," I answered.

"Then it's settled. When your parents return, I'll invite them personally and afterward, we can visit your island. I'm sure Anton would be ecstatic to spend some days with you," Dimitri proposed.

"I would be thrilled to spend many days with this beautiful prince," I said, leaning in to plant a few kisses on Anton's cheeks, which were smeared with food. My particular prince burst into laughter, and I could swear I saw Mr. Ice, Dimitri, nearly smile.

We continued to eat and discuss business and our families. When Anton finished dinner, I lifted him into my arms as he stretched out his chubby little arms, but the employee who had been feeding him wanted to take him away, causing him to cry.

"Pamela, let Anton stay with Angela," Dimitri ordered sternly.

"But, sir, it's time for him to sleep, and you—" she was cut off mid-sentence by Dimitri.

"Didn't you hear? The child wants to spend more time with Angela. It's fine if he sleeps a few minutes late tonight. You may leave; I will put Anton to bed," Dimitri stated seriously, and the woman's face turned furious, as if she wanted to harm me. What was her problem?

"As you wish, sir. Excuse me, miss," she said, wearing a false smile, and left. That woman is faker than a photo of Dimitri smiling, which I suspect doesn't exist.

"May I put him to bed?" I asked, holding my prince as he nestled his head against my neck.

"Yes, I'll take you to his room," Dimitri agreed. Anton's room was next to Dimitri's.

Dimitri told me where Anton's things were, like his pajamas, and then went to his room to change while I put Anton to sleep. After I dressed him in his pajamas, he looked even more handsome. Then, taking his bear and softly singing a song Blanca liked, I caressed him and he quickly fell asleep.

"You sing quite well," Mr. Ice, who nearly gave me a heart attack because I hadn't noticed him, commented as I motioned for him to see that Anton was sleeping and to keep quiet.

I covered Anton with his blanket, and Dimitri and I left his room to avoid waking him.

"You have a beautiful voice," Dimitri remarked as we started down the stairs, making me flush because no one other than my family had heard me sing before.

"Thank you, aaa," I stumbled, nearly falling down the stairs, but Dimitri moved quickly and caught me by the waist, drawing me close to him.

"Are you okay?" Dimitri asked, holding me firmly by the waist and looking into my eyes. We were so close I could smell his cologne.

"Yes," I replied nervously. I thought we might end up kissing because of the proximity but was interrupted by his employee.

"Sir, excuse the interruption, I was going to turn on Anton's monitor," Pamela said, giving me a strange look as Dimitri and I stepped apart.

"You're not interrupting. I'll take Miss Walton home. Look after Anton until I return," Dimitri said.

"As you say, sir," Pamela responded and left. If looks could kill, I would have been facing our maker by now.

"I'll drop you at your doorstep, and again, thank you," Dimitri reverted to his icy demeanor, although I suspect I was the only one affected by our closeness.

"Yes, that's fine," I answered.

He drove me home, and the ride was silent—I wasn't sure what to say to him, but finally decided to ask about his employee.

"How long has Pamela been with you?" I ventured.

"Since we arrived in the country. She was a cook, but when our nanny left, she volunteered to take care of Anton, so we agreed," Dimitri answered.

"Do you trust her?" I asked.

"I trust no one when it comes to my son," Dimitri stated.

"You're very wise," I commented.

When we reached my house, he opened the car door for me like a true gentleman, an ice-cold gentleman but a gentleman nonetheless, and said farewell with a slight bow while I waved goodbye. Then I entered the mansion and went straight to my room, where, as usual, Blanca was asleep. I changed and lay down beside her, still thinking about Pamela's look, not understanding what she had against me.

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