Tell Me Again, My Love

She automatically pulled the safety belt around her and waited for others to sit on their seats. Mei Li booked an aisle seat for her so she did not have to always make s.p.a.ce for those sitting next to her whenever they needed to get out. 

It was a small s.p.a.ce but she made do with it despite her long legs. Just said she had a lot of experience sitting in the economy cla.s.s even though she could pay for the business or first-cla.s.s seat. For her, even economy cla.s.s would bring her to her destination so why should she waste money? Wasting money was not in her diary... well, except it was for food. She could spend a lot on delicious food. No compromise.

Ryn waited until the flight attendant to finish explaining and demonstrating the safety manual and check each one of them for the safety belt before she allowed herself to sleep. It was, after all, a thirteen hours flight. A full thirteen hours of sleep!

She put on the eye mask.

She even smiled when she was drifting to sleep, which made the person next to her taken aback when she wanted to start a conversation with her. The girl pursed her lips a bit. Why was the girl next to her sleeping so early? The flight was just departing from the airport.

Ryn was spending the time blissfully sleeping, totally unaware that Irene and her family were in the same flight as hers. And unlike her, they took the first cla.s.s. 

The family would never ever step into the economy cla.s.s. It would only lower their status. And they had to take care of their image. Irene, especially because she was after all a supermodel now (in her and her family"s mind).

"Why are you looking down, Lil" Irene?" her second sister asked when she noticed her youngest sister was frowning once they entered the flight. Even when they sat on their respective chair, Irene was still having the frown on her beautiful face.

"Ha? Oh, nothing, Second Sister. I was just thinking about something unimportant," Irene lied. She swore she saw that "n.o.body" was using the same departure gate as them. Was that Ryn in this flight as well?

No. It cannot be. Why should she anyway? She had nothing to do in Paris. 

Irene bit her thumb in frustrated. She could not deny that sometimes her instinct was right and it might be right this time. Ryn was on the same flight as hers!

Why would she take a flight to Paris? The semester was still on and everyone was supposed to attend the cla.s.s. Except for Irene who got a special pa.s.s to skip her cla.s.ses, no one else had the privilege to play truant. No one dared to skip any cla.s.s, especially with their final exam just around the corner. 

Irene frowned. She just remembered it had been some times for her to see Ryn in the cla.s.s and even on the campus. Where could that liar go?

She could not be... wait, it could be, right? Ryn pulled out from the university because she could not take it when everyone knew how untrustful she was. Such a liar should not be in their university. It would only drop the university"s ranking in the country.

Irene nodded. It must be. And now that liar was on the way to Paris to beg for a job because in Paris no one knew her and her lying background. That must be it.

*~*~*~*

Mika stretched her arms and let out a delicate yawn. Then, she rubbed her bleary eyes with her right hand. What time was it now?

She looked around and remembered where she was. Her cheeks gradually turned red when the memory of what they did this morning hit her mind. They… they didn"t do that, did they?                              

Her feet buried on the thick fluffy carpet and patted toward the bathroom. Although she still felt a bit sore in several parts of her body, her need to use the bathroom cannot be denied. Once she was done, she washed her hands at the sinks. Then, she finally lifted up her head and looked at the mirror.

"AHHHHHH!!!!"

Her loud shout filled the whole house. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked toward the room in shock.

Everyone including those in the living room. Jason winced. It seemed like his love saw her face. He was screwed. So screwed.

"Excuse me," he murmured and without waiting for the Cheng"s to reply, he walked upstairs toward his room. Better to face her wrath before it got worst.

However, when he reached the room, he was struggling so much to knock on the door. He stood there in front of the oak door and gulped. Was she furious? But… but.. in his eyes, she looked beautiful even with the smudged make-up. Everything about her was beautiful.

It took him another five minutes to gather his courage and opened the door. There, he found her screaming and pacing furiously. He gulped.

"Err… honey?" he called weakly.

She froze. Then, she turned around facing him. Her eyes blazed with anger. Her face was clear of any make-up, smudged or not.

He gulped. Luckily he already locked the door so no one could see his fate. He forced himself to stay put and gave her his puppy-eyes look. Surely her heart would melt seeing his pitiful face, right?

She stepped forward. Her eyes were still full of fire. It seemed like his tactic did not work at all. It did not make her heart melt at all.

His heart pounded hard.

"How could you?" she cried. Her finger stabbed against his hard chest.

He winced. His chest was too hard with all the exercising he did, he was worried it would only give pain to her with the stabbing. He tried to grab her hand and soothe the pain by blowing on her fingers but she pulled her hand back and turned around, continuing her pacing.

"Baby," he called gently, trying to hug her from the back, "I"m sorry, baby. Please forgive me?"

"Hmph," she crossed her arms sulkily. How could he do this to her?

Didn"t he know how dangerous it was for her skin to leave the make-up on the whole night and half a day? Her smooth silky skin! Her baby smooth peeled off egg skin!

"Baby, I"m sorry. Yesterday you looked so exhausted and I didn"t want to interrupt your sweet dream," he explained, ignoring the struggle to let her go. He tightened his embrace and even kissed her on top of her head. He knew if he was to let her go, she would get even more furious and might end up hitting him, which resulted in putting her in pain. How many times she hit him, it would only hurt her in the end and would make her even madder.

"But I"ve told you many times how important it is to wash the makeup off before sleeping," she cried. Her poor baby bottom smooth skin. She knew it would be visited by acne soon. She felt it in her blood.

She was not like Ryn who could just use whatever her hand could reach to wash her face and there was no sign of acne anywhere. She had to take care of everything she put on her skin to ensure its smoothness and softness. She never skipped her skin routine, did everything even though it took a lot of time but for the sake of her face, she endured the suffering.

"Baby, all I care about is you. I love you so much. I don"t care whether your face has acne or your makeup smudged. You look beautiful in my eyes, in whatever shape you are, you are beautiful," he coaxed.

The hands that were gripping his arms tightened. But he did not care. He continued whispering sweet words and kissing her anywhere he could without withdrawing his embrace. Even when she no longer cried or shout at him, he kept coaxing her until he felt her body softened and leaned against him trustfully. He smiled and kissed her again.

"Later I will accompany you to the spa, okay?" he suggested after he turned her around to look her in her big eyes.

"Spa?"

"You"ve been working so hard lately. Isn"t it better for you to have a ma.s.sage to ease all the discomfort? I bet your hands are in pain for all the designing and signing," he kissed both hands gently. Then, he adjusted for her to wrap her arms around him so both of them were embracing each other. The difference between their height was used fully for him to demand more kisses against her lips.

"Poor your back, having to sit in such a long hour," he whispered between kisses.

She did not say anything, just closing her eyes and pursing her lips to accept his kisses. His voice was so soothing, it drove away all her anger and frustration. He could not help from being a man and it was her job to bring him to the right way. He had a long way to go to understand the importance of beauty. 

But right now, she would just receive all his love and pamper. She was, like he said, working so hard lately and she deserved all this pampering.

They were so busy exchanging love until Jason forgot about his uninvited guests.

The Chengs still sat in the living room, not knowing what was going on. The wife and children looked at Mr Cheng questioningly, asking him what should they do now. None of the servants came to serve them except serving them some hot Moroccon tea with a plate of chocolate and strawberry chip cookies. Other than that, they were left alone in this huge area. 

It was so huge, it was bigger than their whole house. And it was just the living room! 

They could not imagine how big the bedroom would be if this room was so huge. It would be bigger than this, right?

"What are we going to do if they refuse to help us?" his wife whispered. Her eyes were full of greed as she looked at the decorations in the place. Even a vase could bring her thousands of dollars if she sold it. Even the set of cup and saucers they were using were priceless. She tried not to drop the pricy cup and quickly pushed them to the centre of the coffee table to avoid any incident.

"Ella, do you like him?" ignoring the question from his wife, he asked his daughter.

Ella nodded her head quickly, blus.h.i.+ng. Imagine marrying a handsome and rich man. She could live doing nothing, well, she could spend her days shopping for expensive clothes and jewellery. And then at night attending parties with her handsome husband. Her kind of days. She sighed dreamily at the thought.

Tank snorted. He had doubted his sister could marry this cousin of theirs. A handsome man like him surely already has a girlfriend. Or maybe his cousin was a playboy and never thought of marrying yet. Tank looked at his plain-looking sister. Thinking of attaching herself to a handsome man? Only in her dream.

He turned his attention at the huge painting on the wall. It was a picture of the family of three. It was clear their cousin inherits the good look from both parents. Tank then looked at his plain-looking parents and frowned. Why didn"t his parents look like his cousin"s parents? If not, he could be as handsome or maybe more handsome than Jason. And then, he could have all the beautiful girls around him, playing around.