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-Camilla Eldridge

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

Day 3

I woke up with no Jeanne on my side. What's new right? It was a way of practice anyway.

Since last night will be the last night day we will sleep together.

I think I should write a diary to keep our memories in track.

At least I can reminisce on those days.

I went out from the room, surprised was an understatement of what I feel.

I was surprised, astonished, astounded, amazed, flattered, touched and my heart was beating fast like a teenage girl.

He was here.

But not that he was only here.

He was wearing nothing but his boxers, his Greek God body flaunting...

And more than that,

He was preparing our breakfast.

There was two plates on the table. There were eggs, pancakes, and hotdogs.

And he was currently cooking bacon.

He tilted his head back, seemingly sensed me.

He smiled at me.

After almost two months of being a bad boy. He finally smiled at me.

"Give me three minutes, the bacon will be fine then." He said.

I slowly nod my head. His words were ambiguous in my head. All I know is that he is talking to me.

Like he knew me.

I was standing there and watching him as he whistle and put the bacons on the plate at the table. I wanted to kiss him and hug him. I miss my old Jeanne.

I miss my old sweet Jeanne who gives me flowers every day. Who tells me what happened to his day. Who woos me every day. The Jeanne that understands me whenever I get grumpy. Consoles me whenever I am sad. Kisses me, hugs me and loves me.

The Jeanne who does not make me feel uncomfortable.

The Jeanne who doesn't make me feel alone.

The Jeanne that accepts the imperfect Katherine.

The Jeanne who fought for our love and moved heaven and earth to make everything right.

Jeanne lifted a chair, assisting me as I sit on it. "Sorry. I thought you'll be up later. I should have cooked earlier." He said, as he get the food and put some on my plate.

I was watching him the whole time. He was literally filling my plate with food. He even said, "Do you like eggs and bacons? Pancakes with strawberry is good."

I suddenly remember our first date.

Our first breakfast date.

He stopped talking and looked at me when he realized I was frozen on my seat, just staring at him.

He looked back at me, even scratched his head and said, "Was I not like this before? Sorry. I thought this is how I treat you before my amnesia."

I wanted to tell him that he was exactly like that.

That he was being the Jeanne, my known husband.

I wanted to tell him that he was making my heart ache, and making it harder for me to move on.

Maybe this idea was really ridiculous. I was crashing myself into dust.

I shook my head and said, "No. You were actually the same." And smiled.

We silently eat the meal. Maybe after our meal he will go back to Lexumbia. It was a great thing that I packed my bags already. Not that I'm planning to have a trip with him going back to the country.

Maybe I just wanted to ready myself for the goodbyes.

"So..." he started, breaking the awkward silence. "How did we met again?" he asked.

I smiled ruefully at him and said, "You went to my country and become an investor of my former boss" I simply said, not that I don't want to answer. I just don't want to cry.

He chuckled and asked, "During our first months together, do we fight a lot? Did I became your pain in the ass?"

No. Just now.

I shook my head and looked at him. "It was a fixed marriage. The business you just started five years ago, had its office in France. You go home every weekend so we do not really see each other. But then, you've been serious about giving our relationship a try...and it somehow succeed. That was when you decided to put it in Lexumbia."

He stared at me, looking to the eyes, like it was the first time. "You have a beautiful eyes" he said.

I blinked several times and looked away.

Why now? I asked myself.

I continued eating in silence. I was missing him more. I wanted to kiss him and tell him how much I love him, that I am willing to still be with him even he chooses to have a baby with Pauline.

But that will be so selfish.

"I will have a video conference for an hour or two, after that we can bond...that was the plan right?" I looked at him and nodded.

I wanted to jump in happiness. Finally! He will be spending time with me.

After our meal, he did what he had to do while I went out from the beach house and saw Lawrence outside of the house. He was wearing a V-neck shirt, khaki shorts and slippers, he was not wearing his uniform and it seems like he was about to knock on the door.

"Hey..." I greeted, then suddenly I asked myself, why is he not wearing his uniform? Did Jeanne...? Oh my gosh.

"Did he fire you? Did he make you leave? Oh my gosh Lawrence. I am so sorry! I—"

"I resigned Madame" he said. "Before he fires me I resigned already."

I was shocked. He love this. He love his job. "Can I have a minute walk with you Madame? Final words from me?" he said.

I agreed with him. We walk towards the steep part of the island. "Did you stay here yesterday?" I asked, wanting to clear things out. He nodded at me and said, "I just cannot leave you alone here Madame. You were too fragile to be left."

"You saved me" I said in a as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

He did not deny it. "I was a little too late. I was from the woods to build a bonfire when I saw you already in the middle of the beach." He recapped.

"I was on my way to the shore then when I saw the yacht coming. Prince Jeanne was running crazily, snatching you from my arms, giving me deathly glares. He was worried, he revived you, but before he did, he threatened to fire us all if we look at you." He added. So, it was not a dream. Jeanne really saved me last night!

"You've been such a hero Lawrence" I said as we reach the highest part of the beach, where you can see the cliff.

"I have to admit it Madame. When I first saw you I liked you. Especially when I met you in the garden. You were not bothered if I was a mere body guard. You talked to me like a human." He said.

"But I guess, first love never dies" he said. I looked back and frowned at him, not getting what he meant.

He breathed hard, having a hard time to continue what he just have to say. "I..." he started.

"I-I like..." he was uneasy, stammering.

"I-I like Tasha" there he finally said it. He likes Tasha. Wait. What?

"She was my first love." He said, like he was reminiscing a memory. "She was not picky too, but since I was just a body guard, I had no guts to court her...I thought of it a lot of time...and now, I finally decided..." he said, breathing hard then looked at me.

"I'll follow your advice Madame. I will study again, and do something to be acceptable for her...and then I will come back and hopefully get her" I smiled and hugged him tight.

I know Tasha was having a problem with Xavier, but I am not the right person to judge if it should be Xavier or Lawrence.

"It will be a battle." I warned him. "And may the best man will" I said.

He smiled, determined to win the battle for Tasha's heart. Either man she chooses, I am sure, they will not hurt her.

"Thank you for all Lawrence and good luck to you" He nodded at me. "Let's go back now Madame?" he asked, but I had other plans.

I shook my head, "I'm planning to dive off the cliff" I told him. He was stunned, Jeanne told everybody that I am suffering from Acrophobia—the fear of heights.

"Madame..."

I looked up in the sky, it was a cloudy day. I admit it, I cannot look down because I am afraid but, "I wanted to feel alive." I said. "I wanted to face my fears alone."

This was one thing I wanted to do, something I haven't done, facing my fears alone.

Lawrence walked nearer to me, looking at me to the eyes, our bodies' inch away from each other. "I may not be your security guard anymore Madame, but I want you safe" he said.

"Not facing your fears alone doesn't mean you are weak. It only means you are not alone, that somebody loves you; that they love you so much they don't let you struggle by yourself, because you are important to them."

Lawrence's words pinched my heart. Maybe that was why Vince held my like I was a fragile thing, maybe that is why Jeanne hold me like his life depended on it.

I nodded at him, I do not know why but suddenly...I cried. "Lawrence when will almost jump there and I started my tantrums please hold my hand and assure me that everything will be okay please?"

He caressed my face using the back of his palm, "yes Madame. Have faith Madame. Everything will be fine."

Tears flow down even more, because I know he is not talking about the cliff jumping..

He was talking about my life.

I looked away from him. "This will be the end Lawrence. Tomorrow, I'll be awake from the long sweet dream that I had. Too bad, the ending was a nightmare."

I didn't know he was already hugging me. I sniffed and added,

"I've done everything and right now the only option left was of course...to let go."

Lawrence was not able to answer, because someone harshly grabbed him and throw him far from me, throwing dagger looks at Lawrence.

His eyes was blazing with jealousy, his face was as red a tomato, he was breathing deeply.

"Didn't I told you to stay away from my wife?" his teeth gritted.

Lawrence did not answer him, he just looked at me, asking me if I wanted him to leave. I nodded at him but gave Jeanne one last glare and walked away.

I prepared myself from what he was going to call me now. Bitch? Slut? Whore?

Either way I know he will hurt my feelings, but I will just choose not to show him. I turned my back to him and silently wiped my tears away.

He did not speak for minutes, I looked back, thinking he left.

But he was there, breathing deeply, controlling his emotions.

I readied myself from the hurtful words and said, "I'm sorry" it was so soft that I do not know if he heard it.

The guards were nowhere to be found, maybe he dismissed them.

He walked towards me, his eyes were blazing. He was walking fast and it was frightening me...

Because I think, he will slap me.

I stand still like a statue, I didn't know but I can't move, my feet were like cemented on the floor. It just wouldn't walk.

But what he did surprised me.

He grabbed my waist fast,

He descended his face to mine,

And his lips reached mine.

I was shocked by that. He was kissing me, passionately, lovingly, torridly...

He was kissing me like he was telling the whole world I am his.

He was kissing me like my old Jeanne.

When my lips wouldn't move, his one hand held my head, and the other held my back, caressing it slowly, giving me shivers to the spine...

That was when I closed my eyes too and enjoyed the kiss we share.