With love, Bobby (KPOP)

25 - What happens now?

"I am not going anywhere. I'm not going to marry her and that is the final answer. No arranged marriage,"

That line kept repeating in my head over and over again as Dad and I were on our way back to my apartment. Chris tagged along and was now sitting beside me with Dad beside the driver's seat. The atmosphere in the car was awkward and silent. After what happened at the restaurant, we didn't utter a single word to each other.

The car came to a stop. Dad got out of the car as well as Chris, who helped me open my side of the door. Dad and I hugged before whispering to me something, "Have a great talk with Chris later. I hope the both of you sort things out. Most importantly, take care of yourself and the baby. I'll call you soon and meet you when I'm free okay?"

I nodded and leaned against his chest. I'm going to miss Dad once again. God knows when he'll be free from all the travelling and hectic business meetings. "I'll call you if anything happens, Dad . Take care and love you," With that we parted our ways. I came home to an empty apartment, thank god. Kris and Bobby is probably out right now, which is exactly the right time for Chris and I to talk.

I went over to the fridge, grabbing a drink. "Sparkling water? Soda? Beer? Wine?" I asked Chris, who was sitting at the kitchen counter. "Water, please," He replied. Then, I placed a glass of plain water in front of him.

"I'm sorry for what had happened just now in the restaurant, Ashlee. My dad...I don't know what to say about him. I'm just-"

"Hey, don't need to apologise on the behalf of him okay? You are not in the wrong at all," I replied. This is the first conversation we have ever since that crazy offer he asked me. I am secretly wondering what happened to it, especially when the director is in desperate need to know Chris's answer to the offer. I wanted to ask, but I wouldn't want him to know that I was interested in knowing. He might think that I agreed to his suggestion of moving to LA with him, which I am not going to.

At that instant, Chris stood up from the counter to take a call. He was pacing back and forth the living room, frowning most of the time. What might have happened? Oh god, I tend to get worried over other people's problems. Is this one of the traits of being pregnant? I don't know, you tell me. Minutes later, we walked towards the counter with an disappointed expression on his face. I gave up holding back and went straightforward.

"Did you just get a rejection from the director?" I bluntly asked. Wow, what a sharp tongue I have.

"Yeah. They found another person who is apparently better than me," He replied. His right hand was cupping the glass. I'm afraid the would break the glass any second now. I placed my hands over his, trying to cool him down. That is the only small gesture that I could give. I haven't been into a situation where I have dealt with an angry, sad and disappointed Chris. He seemed to be an angel all of the time - patient, friendly and always happy. Never sad.

"Chris, relax," I went beside him, trying my best to let his hands get off of the cup.

"Ashlee, it's so easy for you to tell me to relax? Do you know how hard I work? I bet you don't. You don't even know about how badly I wanted the offer,"

"I know how hard you work to film short stories or whatsoever. I can see that in you while you were directing me and doing your projects. I know how desperate you are to grab that offer of yours. It's tempting but when you don't get that offer, it hits you like a rock. It is like all of your dreams shattered into pieces,"

I stood up and went towards me almost towering my height. I went closer and close to me to the point where my back was leaning against the wall. "If it's not because of your slow decision, we would be in the plane yesterday evening, on our way to LA. We would be there right now and not have the argument that our dads had in the restaurant!"