While her thoughts were floating around it his words started to echo in her ears. Her eyebrows furrowed when she remembered something he said- you can never be her.
Her? Who was this her he was talking about? Could it be the girl he love? She has been staying here for more than two days now and she had not yet seen any suspicious personality. Could be that they are already split and Prince Charming was still in love with her. Oh, poor him!
“No… No no no no no!” She shook her head violently to shoo her crazy thoughts away; she knew she was over thinking herself. Forcing her eyes shut the girl slipped into her world of fantasies.
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The next day she was summoned to have breakfast with Ryan; she had no idea why but she stayed in her wardrobe to dress up in the best outfit possible. Settling on caramel slit knee length skirt and a butter coloured over sized sweat shirt with black and brown parallel stripes, her hairs tied into a high pony the girl ran down the floors to find Ryan already seated, eating his breakfast.
Little Bee was a bit dissapointed to see that he bothered not to wait for her; it was her fault.. She shouldn’t have wasted her time in dressing up; the man who she dressed up for wasn’t even a slight bit interested in waiting for her.
Her mood to eat was dampness just like that as she sat on the last end of the table upset; she would sneak a peek of that man from the corner of her eyes every now and then just to find him munching on his food or talking on his phone. Unnoticed she angrily tore her toast and started chomping it down.
Jack, who came back from the study with his tablet, looked at the little human eating alone at the farthest chair. “Why are you there?” He asked grabbing both Bee’s and Ryan’s attention; the two exchanged glances for a brief moment before she averted her eyes and looked at Jack, smiling she greeted him. The man greeted back and asked her the same question again to which the girl replied, “It’s the same sitting anywhere, Mr. Jack!”
“Why, you can sit and eat with Ryan!”
“Oh, that’s more lonelier…”
“Haha, I get your point! He is emotionless!” Jack couldn’t hold himself back from commenting. He continued, “The dress fits you perfectly, doesn’t it?”
Bee was flattered, finally somebody, even though the wrong person, but somebody noticed her; she grinned merrily before saying, “Thank you, Mr. Jack.”
Amidst the sound of the two chattering and laughter the sound of the breaking of knuckles were heard making them shut up at once. Jack looked down at Ryan who was staring down at his plate, grimly cracking on his knuckles. Even though his face was not visible for him Jack could still imagine the horrifying expression of anger on the devil’s face. He eye signaled at Bee to look at the man’s expression.
Ryan raised his glass to his mouth taking small sips of the water. Bee stared at him helping himself but without any prior warning he darted an icy cold stare at her. Bee took off her eyes and looked down at her plate; Jack excused himself of work and ran away from the situation. Visible anger was dancing in his hazel eyes, the man kept the glass aside and walked away.
Bee sat there gulping to herself; she was a dead meat today. She had no idea why but she was sure that Prince Charming was mad and this was because of her. She didn’t put efforts on her peanut brain and hurriedly finished her breakfast. She would run upstairs and lock the door and would only come out once the coast was clear. Yes! That would be perfect.
She pushed down the toast and salads down her throat and was about to spirit up to her room when a maid came to inform her that Master Ryan was looking for her and she was needed urgently.
Kneading her hands she nervously walked up to the garden where he was waiting for her.
Back in the yard Ryan pulled out his gun and punctured down the aims that were kept in there; his face had it’s usual solemn mask but there were splashes of anger in them. Bee walked in and witnessed him practicing his aim; now, the gun-sound no more haunted her as she was long used to them. Walking up to him she called out for him, “Mr. Neguyen, you were looking for me?”