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Krizzia's POV

I was trying my best to talk casually and not feel nervous. Yet I still stammered. Damn mouth. Is it because he's too handsome and even if he's far from me today, his face pops up on my mind. Reminding me how glorious he was when I met him.

"Who is that?!" Then a loud question coming from a guy which was obviously coming from the other line made my jaw drop.

I did not misunderstand it right? It was a man!

Don't tell me...

The line was off and I was left hanging. Lol, he's not even answering me.

"Oh gosh... He can't be..." I wondered as I was sitting here on top of my bed. "Is he gay? Did I disturb their makeout?" I facepalm and roll over the other side.

Sh't, what a wrong timing I got?

However, it saddens me because my rehearsal earlier was thrown to waste. Yes, I rehearsed well before contacting him. Afraid to displease him. After all, the conflict of trespassing his property earlier is in line. Which I cannot discard and ignore.

But it seems like my efforts are useless. "Why didn't he speak even just a single word? I'm calling the exact number right?"

I sat up and picked his calling card. I double check the number and there's no way I made it. I called the right one!

Thus, that guy's voice was different. If it's him, his voice should be domineering, cold and fierce. Comparing the two voices... I simply conclude that there are two people listening to me from the other line.

Didn't he tell me to call? Is he really that rude to put down the call without getting an answer. Is it really that hard to say hi?

Geez, why am I annoyed by the way? I sigh and let myself fall back to bed again. But by the time I lie myself back in bed, my stomach crumbles.

Oh right! I'm hungry. I gotta go eat first before going to sleep.

I left my phone on the study table and went downstairs. "Hi Papa!" I greeted him when I saw him busy in the kitchen.

"Hello my beautiful daughter!" He greeted me joyfully.

I joined him in the kitchen and sniffed the food he was cooking. "What are you cooking for dinner, pa?"

Papa chuckled and scooped the amount of soup on the scoop. "It's called, Humba. Here, taste it."

"Wow! I just heard about this dish. What a unique name!" I commented before letting myself taste it.

U-wow! It's tasty! A collaboration of sweet and sour!

"How was it? Is it good?" While asking, Papa's eyes twinkled. He must be thrilled to get my feedback.

I thumbs up on him and wink after. "It's great! Dad, you're getting better at cooking huh?" I even mocked him while he just laughed in response.

"I will take it as a compliment. Alright, can you prepare the table for me? and please call your mother once you are done."

"Your wish is my command, our king!" I salute him and take action immediately. We both laugh and talk about some other things.

I prepared the table and also the utensils we will be using for dinner. When done, I climb to the second floor's terrace to call my mother.

"Mama, dinner's ready. Let's go downstairs. Papa is preparing a new recipe for dinner."

As expected, mama reacted quickly. And leave the book she was reading on the terrace's table. We went downstairs again and ate dinner together.

"And because our daughter sold out our banana cue, this recipe is inspired for her." Here comes my dad, raising my chair for me again.

"Stop it, pa. I'm embarrassed."

Mama and Papa chuckled at me. They even teased me more, and refrained when they reached the peck of their satisfaction.

When dinner's done. I volunteered on tidying the dining room. I washed the dishes and arranged them carefully. Before going up to my room.

When I opened the door, the noisy phone of mine got my attention. Who's calling? Tho, I'm not expecting someone to call me at this hour.

I approached the bedside table and by the time my eyes landed on my phone screen... my jaw dropped in surprise!

He called!

But before I get to answer his call, it died by itself! I bit my lower lip as I began to feel nervous. Especially when I witnessed how many calls I missed!

Five missed calls in a row...

Gosh! I'm doomed. I should apologize and let him know my reasons. He can't be mad... I'm afraid that he'll sue us for real!

My hands are trembling while typing a message for him. "I'm sorry if I missed your calls... I didn't mean it. It's just that... I had dinner with my parents downstairs and I left my phone here in my bedroom. I'm really sorry, Sir.. I didn't know that you would call me back.."

Hit send.

Phew! I sighed heavily. I wonder if he's still on his phone? Did he see my message by now? I hope he'll consider my excuses.

Phone beeped.

He replied!

"Are you trying to make excuses?"

Upon reading his reply, I shivered. It gives me the chill I did not expect to come. Maybe because his reply is cold?

Then I remembered what he looks like. He may be handsome but he's not far from a cold prince! Even his voice echoed in my ears!

I blinked my eyes thrice and shook my head countless times just to erase my thoughts of him.

"I'm telling you the truth... Please consider."

After a few seconds, my phone beeped.

Woah! He's a quick responder!

"Why should I consider you?"

Ugh! This man is beyond belief! I'm telling him the truth already! Does he want me to explain it specifically?

At this point, he's not far from my student's brother. So hard to deal with! He has this ability to circulate the discussion in one topic!

"Sir, I know I've made a big mistake earlier. But I really am telling you the truth. I just got done washing the dishes and cleaning the dining, that's why I didn't notice your calls because I was busy."

Who is he by the way? Why am I explaining to him? Is this still right?

"Hmm... I'll consider that lame reason then."

The heck? Did he just say, lame?! I furrowed at the reply of this cold prince.

"It isn't lame, because it's the truth! Why don't you believe me?"

It annoys me, and I don't think I can hold it back. He's being annoying and he's getting into my nerves! I may be poor and unexcelled but he has no right to bully me!

"Are you mad now?"

I rolled my eyes in a 360° manner. He really has the guts to ask huh? Can't he sense it?

"Forget it, Sir. May I know why you want me to text you?"

Actually, I'm not used to direct messaging and I usually use an online messaging app when it comes to contacting people. Especially my colleagues.

"I want to know your whereabouts, and your businesses. Is there a problem with that?"

Now he's rude. This guy... Why is he acting like my guardian?

"If you are thinking and worried about me going to escape, Sir... I won't escape. You can always visit me at our house, or locate me instead. I won't run."

He's really strange. Is this still appropriate? You know, I just owe him our case earlier. But if this is the exchange he asked me to do everyday... I guess, it is fine? It's convenient and easy for me.

"Good to know that. Now tell me everything about yourself."

Did he mean about me? Everything? Is he interested in me? He's vogue. I couldn't read what was going on with him.

Ha... nevermind. I just have to introduce myself right?

"I'm Krizzia Quinn, Sir. I'm twenty-three years old. I lived here in a province near your site. In terms of work, I do small business like selling barbecues at night and banana cue in the morning."

It should be enough right? It's still about me. And I don't think I have to state the whole information. It's inappropriate for a stranger to know the whole thing about me. He's not my boyfriend or my husband I should open up to.

"I'm heading over to the site tomorrow. Meet me there at ten in the morning, with you banana cue. I would like to taste it."

My mouth hung open at his reply. Can't believe it. Since when did I see a rich guy who's interested in low class foods? Okay, I should stop complaining now and follow his wants.

"Okay, I will keep that in mind."

One thing is confusing. Do rich people bother themselves by texting average people like me? Am I worth wasting time? He can't benefit from texting me though. Isn't he busy? Do he have no job to prioritize?

I tilted my head and stretched my legs. I'm overthinking again. Whatever his intentions be. I hope it won't endanger me.

I waited for a few minutes, but he didn't reply anymore. I should go to sleep then. It's late and I will have to meet that arrogant boss tomorrow. I better not be late or I'll displease him.

What am I thinking again?

Nevermind!