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We still have five days before my birthday, and since the twins were not home because they have exams –– Cain and I, with little Pluffy, explored the vast greeneries my province had to offer.
Most of the time, my father snatched his son in law to help out on the farm, which I protested. But the cold man was very much accommodating towards my parents. He accompanied my father on the farm, helping him harvest the rice and vegetables. Sometimes, helping in picking fruits in our orchards. Other times, he brushed and tended the animals in our barn. And mostly, he spent time playing remote control toys together with my pop.
Even though my father didn’t show it, I knew he was more than happy for having another son to keep him entertained.
It was not that I was getting jealous or anything, but my father and Cain were practically inseparable while my mother was busying herself with her school. After which she gave her spare time to little Pluffy and our three other dogs.
As for my cousins, aunts, and uncles, they worshipped Cain. They were like his servant in our house, so attentive, eager to please him. Since Cain stepped foot in our mansion, we always have a family reunion.
I glance over at the object of my fantasies.
I was amazed that Cain didn’t get sunburn from all of this –– sun.
We were in our orchard, and I was sitting pretty, sipping juice in one of the small gazebos while the workers, my father, and Cain were busy harvesting the fruits.
Cain was bathed under the sun, but it seemed like the UV rays, and scorching burns were no match against his pale skin. Me, on the other hand, I had to shower myself with sunblock and wore a gigantic straw hat to keep myself out from the harmful rays since I get burnt easily.
“Hi. Is Mr. Lee here?”
I turned towards that voice, and I almost spat out my juice.
The person I didn’t want to see ever again was standing meters away from me together with the person who was first on my ex-friends list.
Tristan Clark and Christy Holm.
“Ah. Mr. Clark!” My father called as he walked towards us. “I’m sorry. It slips my mind that you’re coming today.”
I knew Clark’s Construction company would send their representatives or seniors to do the project, but never in my wildest dreams that they would send their heir to be –– Tristan Clark in the flesh.
Is fate playing with me?
Of all the time that they choose to visit, they chose now while I was home?
How bizarre is that?
“Don’t worry about it. I went to your house, and they’ve said you’re in the orchard. I called, but no one answered, so we directly came here. I hope you don’t mind,” Tristan said all formal while his eyes never left me, which made me feel –– uncomfortable.
Even I said I didn’t hate the man anymore, somewhere in me still do. However, now that he was right here in front of me, body and soul . . .
I felt . . .
. . . nothing.
Except I didn’t want to see both of their faces again.
“No, not at all. Oh right. Mr. Clark, this is my daughter, Leanna.” My father stepped aside, so Tristan could shake my hand, which only God knew how much I didn’t want to.
And of course, I didn’t.
I nodded at him without accepting his hand. I didn’t care if he considered me rude. But I would never, ever let him touch me ever again.
My father cleared his throat and shot me an understanding look before he turned to his side.
“And this is my daughter, Leanna’s fiancé, Cain Fay.”
I didn’t know how Cain just appeared beside my father like magic. His cold eyes were on me even when Tristan extended his hand to him. I thought my heart would leap out of my mouth when Cain didn’t spare Tristan a glance. His eyes were glued on me –– watching my every reaction.
Did he notice?
Only did my father clear his throat that Cain finally shook Tristan’s hand. I thought it was my imagination when I heard bones crackling, but Tristan’s constipated face confirmed it was not.
“And this is Christy Holm, my assistant.” Tristan pulled his hand from Cain’s grip with his lips askew at a weird angle.
I wanted to laugh, but the information that Christy Holm was his assistant got me curious. I mean, Cristy should still be a first year in college taking up architecture. How did she become his assistant?
Not that it bothers me much.
Until I saw her face brightened –– her eyes glimmer when she shook Cain’s hand.
I might have given Tristan to this backstabbing, conniving bitch since they deserved each other –– but not Cain.
I will pull all your hairs out and punch your pretty face until all your teeth fall off if you don’t get your stinkin’ claws off MY LOVER.
Cristy retracted her hand lightning fast while Tristan looked at me with a slack jaw. My father threw me a reprimanding glare while Cain’s expressionless face held a smirk, amusement in his frosty eyes.
. . .
. . .
Did I just say that out loud?
“I’m sorry, my daughter isn’t usually this . . . rude.” My father threw another pointy look my way before he led Tristan and Christy inside our villa.
“My wife will be coming shortly. Why don’t we wait for her inside?” my father said before they went inside, but not until Tristan shot me a lasting glance.
If maybe I wasn’t too focused on his good looks and advertising personality in my past life, I would have noticed that glint of lust and desire in his eyes like I noticed now.
I was disgusted to the bones as I rubbed the goosebumps off my skin.
. . .
. . .
“Do you know him?” Cain asked.
I didn’t meet his gaze because I was too guilty to lie straight on his face.
Which was true in a way. I was living in this life, not in the past, so this would be the first time I met Tristan.
“Then, why do you look at him with so much hatred?”
This man is dangerous.
I sighed and finally met his demanding eyes. “I just don’t like him.”
Only did Cain plaster a satisfied smile.
He closed the distance between us and intertwined our fingers. The straw hat, sleeveless shirt, and shorts do wonders on him. It was like he was turned, not a man, but a boy who just started out life.
I licked my lips and ran my fingers over his sweaty chest.
“You look so natural in this, my love . . . ,” I purred.
“You think? I’m starting to get the hang of this. I kind of like this way of life.”
We laughed a bit before he cupped my face and bent down to kiss me, gaining the cheers from the people around us.
Even though Cain still had his intimidating, ice-cold personality, but because of his ordinary clothes (which didn’t regress his jaw-dropping sex appeal in any way) and incredible sense of work ethic, he gained quite a fan from our people.
I smiled between our kiss.
He eased slightly and gave me a curious gaze.
I giggled, pulling the towel hanging around his neck and tiptoed to kiss him.
I didn’t know why fate merged my past and my present, but I wouldn’t let it ruin my future with Cain.
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