The Woman Of THREE CROWN PRINCES
YOUR SUGAR BABY WANNA BE Part 9. The Reason for Help
"I'll visit him. If you allow. I think it's okay that he knows you've got help solving your case. He needs to be prepared to know the truth. Although not now. Your father should go to court later. But you can report it."
"Looks like you know how to deal with the law."
"Yes I know, my education is legal even though I prefer to take care of the family business that still takes time and a lot of effort to be in line with Gianni." Turns out he's a workaholic, treating personal relationships as entertainment. That's how much he prefers to pay for an exclusive relationship but without commitment. Simpler, leaving no unnecessary ripples.
"Hmm. I understand."
"Are you judging me?" He smiled at me.
"I'm judging? I'm just guessing, and recognizing who my helper is, I'm not judging, I don't have the right to give Mr. Bova a grade." He leaned back into his chair to see me. I continued.- "I'm grateful you helped me, yes maybe you took advantage too, but you also paid the lawyer, saying what I should do. But as long as I can save Valentina from Adrian Giannini I am very grateful. After all personal relationships ..sometimes it is.complicated."
I'm talking about my own failure. It feels like after a while it is indeed better to be alone than to feel the same pain again and shattered hope.
He's the one who's looking at me now.
"Failure is bad." Now replace him who judges my words.
I just smiled a little.
Maybe he has also been involved several times with women because of anti-commitment. Until it runs in its current position . We're both tired of trouble for love I guess.
"Have you had dinner?"
"Yet, the restaurant preparation is quite a lot because we introduced a new menu for dinner. I'll come straight here when I'm done."
"You have dinner, the housekeeper should prepare something usually. Yesterday you just left because you were worried about your sister..."
"Can..." She smiled because I accepted it. His smile can destroy anyone's defenses. I thought about how that sugar baby could survive not falling in love with her.
"Let's come along." He took me to his dining room combined with a clean kitchen. There was a woman who seemed to be her chef working.
"It's Maria, she cooks a lot for anyone who goes back and forth in this house, and the cooking is delicious. Maria this is Elisa she's a professional chef."
"Miss is happy to meet you. I'm just a home cook, nothing compared to you..."
"As long as you love it, your cooking will always be with Maria. Do you need help."
I know what pasta he made for dinner with one loaf. But he made a small mistake that might lower the taste of his cooking and choose the ingredients that were not right. I stepped beside him and gave him a little advice to help him improve.
"So so Miss, thank you. I think my way is right."
"Try it, if you find a slight difference in the taste?" He tried his own cooking.
"Ahh, this is really different Miss. Accept still told me." I smile when she is happy. While the handsome don juan was sitting at the marble kitchen table and watching us work.
"You want to eat here?" I don't mind serving her because Maria is preparing another meal.
"Can..." It seemed that he was already hungry looking at that warm paste. I took a serving plate and moved the contents in the pan, handed it to him.
"Privilege is self-made by professional chefs, ..." His words made me laugh.
"Mary did it I just helped a little. It's still Maria's work..."
"I should've bought you a meal yesterday, this was the replacement..." He made me smile at his heart rise.
"I don't think I'm the only girl who's been eating here. Not so Mary..." He laughed at my accusations.
"No Miss, sir never took the girls to eat at home. It seems that Milan girls only receive five-star hotel meals. Miss is the only one who can teach me here, I swear what I said is true." I grimaced to hear Maria straight up defending him. But he's not finished
"...Sir did eat at Miss's kitchen table, he was happy to see me working. She said she thought her mother was preparing food for her." It turned out that he had a humanist side to the people working nearby.
"I just don't like eating alone..." His short answer made me think. Doesn't like to eat alone, but avoids having relationships with women too deeply, contradictively it turns out. But perhaps the whining of a woman being noticed makes trouble
"Eating alone is bad." I'm just looking for a safe way to answer this don juan. I was afraid that my words that were sometimes too frankly ruined my chance of getting her help.
"Where's your house?"
"Maybe you shouldn't sell it. Don't give up just yet. If you've been helped by a lawyer, you can switch a little toying with him. But now the most important thing is to secure your sister."
"Can I really keep it?"
"Later you'll know as the case goes, but don't be pessimistic first." He's raised my heart.
"Thank you."
"Miss, can I see how you're processing this steak. I've never seen anything other than on YouTube. But sir said my steak was good. " Mary was preparing a steak.
"Sure..." Let's say I prepared dinner for him. He has helped me a lot. I'm helping Maria now.
"You remind me of a friend. She's good at cooking like you." He remembered it, special as it seemed.
"Woman?"
"Yes, woman."
"It seems like a special woman." I smiled at him. She smiled a little.
"You have something in common."
"Ohh yeah? What's?" I listened to her baritone voice while finishing my cooking beside Maria.
"The same people who look after the family." I turned around and smiled at him, does he praise me? I don't know, but maybe it's better not to get too close to him. No one stayed close to him, because he finally chose his career more than anyone.
Getting close to it means being ready to just be friends. Without the word love. But maybe he'll be a good friend.
Which woman can survive if she's too good. I can't imagine having to lie we're just friends, can't spend time in his arms, can't kiss and love him. It's better not to touch them than to pretend there's nothing like this.
"Everyone takes care of their family." I took away his compliments. Telling Maria what I did, chatting with Maria, answering her questions about some of the dishes she asked.
And our cooking is done.
"Well thank you, it's like having a personal chef.." He received the steak plate with the red wine sauce with a big smile. And start cutting it.
"Enak.."
"Perfect..." Replace me who smiles widely. The happiness of a chef whose cuisine is praised. "I'll take the appropriate wine for this." He moved out of front of me.
"The Antinori Villa Toscana Red Blend..." He read his choices.
"Excellent.. " We usually pair steak with red wine, but seafood like lobsters is better suited to white wine.
He picked up a glass for us before opening the bottle and pouring it for us.
"For success we got rid of Gianni."
"Agreed..." The sound of the clinking of our glasses initiated our cooperation.
"May I mention about you?"
"There's a time later. While suppose you fight Gianni with your own abilities. Because by looking like you're fighting yourself against intimidation, it'll provoke compassion."
"I understand..."
"Don't worry, I won't let you fight your own intimidation."
"Well, as long as I've evacuated my father to Catania and secured my sister, I'm not worried anymore. I didn't have a choice but now I feel like you've given me a choice. Even though I know you have your own goals. Thanks for this..." She smiles.
"Friends?" He took the toast and made me look into his eyes.
"Friends." Our glasses clink.
Being his friend means having a companion against the world. Do I have to pay for it? I hope not with my heart.