The Goddess Sculpture Is Actually My Husband’s Secret Mistress! - Chapter 21: Chapter 21
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He told me as we left the restaurant. I didn't know what to say so I just nodded and got inside.
We rode back silently until I saw an ice cream truck. No matter how much I ate ice cream in fancy restaurants, these trucks attract me.
"Stop stop stop" I shouted tapping Marcus's hand.
He suddenly stopped his car with a confused look on his face.
"I'll buy an ice cream and comeback. You want one?" I asked him excitedly. I just wanted to have the ice cream quickly.
"From a truck? We could have eaten ice cream at the restaurant"
"Oh c'mon that's not fun" I smiled like a lunatic and got out of the car.
"Why type do you want miss?" The vendor asked me, showing the different flavours of ice cream he had.
"Chocolate! You ?" I asked Marcus, who was approaching me with his hands tucked in his pockets.
"Strawberry"
My mouth fell open. Do men like him exist? Wow he was surely not what I expected him to be.
I bought the ice cream and we both ate in silence. I was excited like a child, devouring the ice cream in my mouth like I never ate it before.
"You've been doing this a lot?" I nodded to his question and was surprised that he asked me something I was very interested in.
"I've been doing this since I was small. Whenever I see an ice cream truck everything in me stops functioning. All I want is the ice cream"
I smiled at the ice cream cone I was holding. I looked at Marcus to see him giving me a small smile.
I blinked several times and slightly pinched myself to confirm this was not a dream. I was dumbfounded as I saw his lips curled into smile. Even though this was unusual I liked it. He was more handsome in a smile rather than a scowl.
"Well you had a nice childhood"
I looked at him confused, and he was staring at the ice cream with sad eyes. He was sad but yet his expression told me not to cross the line.
I knew better than to invade his privacy. So I decided to ignore it and went back to eating my ice cream.
We drove back home in silence. But this silence was comfortable. There was no tension between us and I liked that.
We both walked upstairs and I stopped in front of my door.
"Goodnight" I called out to him.
"Goodnight" he gave me a nod and walked to his room.
Well that went well.
Surprise!
He went back to ignoring me from the next morning onward. He didn't even look me in the eye and ignored me the entire day. I only saw him leaving the house since he came home after I slept.
And then he ignored me the next day also.
I was sitting on a stool in the kitchen watching Madeline cook as she slightly sway her hips to the music banging from the radio.
I knew she was doing all this to brighten my mood and I find that very sweet and kind of her.
"Miss don't be mad " Madeline tried soothing me.
"How can I not be? And please don't call me miss. Call me Serapha"
Madeline's face contorted to a shock.
"Miss I don't think it's right" she uttered in disbelief.
"Please Madeline I don't want to feel like I'm in my office" I gave a her sad smile pleading her.
"Ok Serapha" my lips twitched into a smile after grieving for two whole days.
"Serapha, Sir is afraid to open up. He's afraid of letting someone into his life. He's afraid that it will break him again"
"Again?"
Madeline looked down as if she didn't want to tell. Few moments of silence passed before she spoke again.
"I don't know a lot miss but I don't think it's polite for me to tell sir's personal things. I only know what I have seen and nothing more"
He was a box full of secrets. His entire life was a mystery full of misery and unhappiness. His glare was enough to knock someone to death. Specially that someone being me since he had been doing that a lot.
"Did he have a girlfriend who broke his heart making him afraid to let anyone in?"
Madeline shook her head giving me a small chuckle.
" He never dated. As far as I know. "
My eyes widened in surprise. Well given his rude attitude that might be normal too. But given his handsomeness and his perfect toned body that's sounds very abnormal.
Most girls would give themselves to him if he just asked. His was rich and handsome. The ideal type in most romantic books.
I let out a long sigh and went back to my room to enjoy my horrible life watching Netflix.
A few days passed and I was busy with my own work. I was getting ready to go to Germany since I have to meet some designers and there was a lot of work that I have to take care of.
Everything has been stressing me out lately and I haven't spoken to Marcus since that dinner.
I didn't even see him much. I only saw him late at night walking towards the pool. He sat there every night because of his nightmares.
We rode back silently until I saw an ice cream truck. No matter how much I ate ice cream in fancy restaurants, these trucks attract me.
"Stop stop stop" I shouted tapping Marcus's hand.
He suddenly stopped his car with a confused look on his face.
"I'll buy an ice cream and comeback. You want one?" I asked him excitedly. I just wanted to have the ice cream quickly.
"From a truck? We could have eaten ice cream at the restaurant"
"Oh c'mon that's not fun" I smiled like a lunatic and got out of the car.
"Why type do you want miss?" The vendor asked me, showing the different flavours of ice cream he had.
"Chocolate! You ?" I asked Marcus, who was approaching me with his hands tucked in his pockets.
"Strawberry"
My mouth fell open. Do men like him exist? Wow he was surely not what I expected him to be.
I bought the ice cream and we both ate in silence. I was excited like a child, devouring the ice cream in my mouth like I never ate it before.
"You've been doing this a lot?" I nodded to his question and was surprised that he asked me something I was very interested in.
"I've been doing this since I was small. Whenever I see an ice cream truck everything in me stops functioning. All I want is the ice cream"
I smiled at the ice cream cone I was holding. I looked at Marcus to see him giving me a small smile.
I blinked several times and slightly pinched myself to confirm this was not a dream. I was dumbfounded as I saw his lips curled into smile. Even though this was unusual I liked it. He was more handsome in a smile rather than a scowl.
"Well you had a nice childhood"
I looked at him confused, and he was staring at the ice cream with sad eyes. He was sad but yet his expression told me not to cross the line.
I knew better than to invade his privacy. So I decided to ignore it and went back to eating my ice cream.
We drove back home in silence. But this silence was comfortable. There was no tension between us and I liked that.
We both walked upstairs and I stopped in front of my door.
"Goodnight" I called out to him.
"Goodnight" he gave me a nod and walked to his room.
Well that went well.
Surprise!
He went back to ignoring me from the next morning onward. He didn't even look me in the eye and ignored me the entire day. I only saw him leaving the house since he came home after I slept.
And then he ignored me the next day also.
I was sitting on a stool in the kitchen watching Madeline cook as she slightly sway her hips to the music banging from the radio.
I knew she was doing all this to brighten my mood and I find that very sweet and kind of her.
"Miss don't be mad " Madeline tried soothing me.
"How can I not be? And please don't call me miss. Call me Serapha"
Madeline's face contorted to a shock.
"Miss I don't think it's right" she uttered in disbelief.
"Please Madeline I don't want to feel like I'm in my office" I gave a her sad smile pleading her.
"Ok Serapha" my lips twitched into a smile after grieving for two whole days.
"Serapha, Sir is afraid to open up. He's afraid of letting someone into his life. He's afraid that it will break him again"
"Again?"
Madeline looked down as if she didn't want to tell. Few moments of silence passed before she spoke again.
"I don't know a lot miss but I don't think it's polite for me to tell sir's personal things. I only know what I have seen and nothing more"
He was a box full of secrets. His entire life was a mystery full of misery and unhappiness. His glare was enough to knock someone to death. Specially that someone being me since he had been doing that a lot.
"Did he have a girlfriend who broke his heart making him afraid to let anyone in?"
Madeline shook her head giving me a small chuckle.
" He never dated. As far as I know. "
My eyes widened in surprise. Well given his rude attitude that might be normal too. But given his handsomeness and his perfect toned body that's sounds very abnormal.
Most girls would give themselves to him if he just asked. His was rich and handsome. The ideal type in most romantic books.
I let out a long sigh and went back to my room to enjoy my horrible life watching Netflix.
A few days passed and I was busy with my own work. I was getting ready to go to Germany since I have to meet some designers and there was a lot of work that I have to take care of.
Everything has been stressing me out lately and I haven't spoken to Marcus since that dinner.
I didn't even see him much. I only saw him late at night walking towards the pool. He sat there every night because of his nightmares.
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