Marriage Proposal

"Is anyone out there?" he shouted out loud, along with pressing the button under the corners of the table eagerly. And soon, the waiter from before hurriedly came into the cabin.

"Is there any problem, sir?" the waiter responded, a tone of emergency, and a slight hint of nervousness in his voice.

"I'd like that one changed to a…" Irvyn proceeded to speak, but stopped in the middle of it by getting reminded of something. He turned his eyes at Yvette before speaking up again. "What you would like to have then?"

"Ah… it's okay, as long as it's not anything rare," she hurriedly replied.

Irvyn pondered a little while before turning back to the waiter. "Get some light soup and a medium spicy pasta for her."

"Yes, sir," the waiter hurriedly went out, taking the order.

"And you," as soon as the waiter left, Irvyn spoke out to her in the same annoyed anger filled voice he was using just now. "You should speak up if there is something you don't like. What benefit is being mum cause you? You think just taking it in silently while not speaking up at all, standing in a corner going to solve anything?"

Yvette fell silent at his words. Somehow, she felt the words he said weren't only for this food, but there was some other depth to it. She remembered how he was there when she was crying like a mess, without the care of the world.

"I… I understand," her face turned red, remembering that time. And she couldn't bear to look straight at him, feeling embarrassed.

"Why is she being shy for, really now?" he thought to himself while looking away from her. Just to avoid awkwardness, he fished out his phone from his pocket, and started scrolling through some articles, without touching his food.

Just when Yvette was done being embarrassed and wondering why he stopped eating all of a sudden, the waiter came back with the food once more. And only when he was done plating those in front of her, did Irvyn touch his knife again.

Was he waiting for her? Just because her food wasn't here yet, he waited until it was ready?

Yvette wondered to herself, and the thought of it brought a small smile to her lips. He surprisingly has a unique modest side to him, she will not lie. She thanked him in a low voice before starting to eat. And for the next 15 minutes, there was a comfortable silence in the room, both people focusing on their meals.

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As soon as they were done eating, there was a knock on the cabin door. Irvin looked at his wristwatch, and for some reason, a smirk was clear on his face. "It's time," he muttered in a low voice that wasn't discernible to Yvette as to what time it was for. "Come in," he spoke up, and the person who came in was shocked to see Yvette with Irvyn.

"Miss… Yvette?" Josh let out a stunned voice, mixed with confusion. Why is she here? Didn't he set up a date for his boss with Hailey Rose?

"H-hello, Mr. Nelson," Yvette greeted him with hesitation. She could clearly read the confusion and shock on his face, as his jaw was almost dropping to the floor. She was sure by now, that this secretary of Irvyn's has a tab on everything about his life.

But what she didn't figure out was the look of desperation in Josh's eyes, as he glanced back at Irvyn. There was a weird delivery of words going on between them through their eyes.

"Vinnie, you are not doing this right now, please." Even though there wasn't any word, Josh's eyes spoke everything he had in his mind, and Irvyn could read the plea Josh was making.

"I am. Don't bother about it," Irvyn snatched the file in Josh's hand, which he was clutching tightly to him, unwilling to hand it over to his boss, and signaled him to leave.

"Um… Mr. Collins?" Yvette spoke up as soon as Irvyn came back to his seat with the file in his hands. "I think I should take my leave now. You must be really busy with all the paperwork and all," her eyes went to the file on her own, glancing back and forth between Irvyn and the file.

"Wait a minute, Miss Juan," Irvyn uttered in a deep and clear voice, halting her from leaving the seat. "This work relates to you, so of course, you have to stay back."

"Relates… me?" confused, Yvette sat back. And seeing her perplexed look, he couldn't help but let out a small smirk.

"Should I give this to her right now? Or later?" he thought to himself, while skimming through all the documents in it. It was all adjusted correctly, as expected from his secretary. Even though Josh was pretty hesitant about the decision of Irvyn's, he did his share of work.

Suddenly, he changed his plan, and put the file away, beside him. After that, he looked straight at Yvette's eyes and blurted out the exact proposition he had in his mind, for with he has been making his secretary work.

"Marry me."

"Kgf… cough cough… what?" Yvette was having a hard time processing what she heard, and eventually, she choked on the glass of water she was having right then.

"I assume you heard me at the first time, Miss Juan," Irvyn folded his arms over his chest, giving a relaxed yet fixed glance at her. "What's the reaction of yours I am getting?"

"So what exactly you are hoping me to react, Mr. Collins?" Yvette gripped tightly on her glass, purple veins popping on the slender white hands of hers. "I think I have made myself clear, about how I am here to explain things on behalf of my friend."

"And you think you did such a good deed, deceiving people? I don't think so," bringing a mocking edge to his voice, he responded. "Is that too wrong if I propose or decide on something I was supposed to do on this arranged date in the first place?"

Yvette was tongue-tied for a second. She couldn't figure out what to say to the response of it. She admits, this was totally wrong from both her and her friend's side, but how come he arrived at the conclusion of proposing marriage to someone he wasn't supposed to even meet in the first place?

Is he a psycho? She couldn't help but have that thought.