My Heart Yearns For You

Chapter 3: Painted Hands

As Nelly left Francis, he instantly looked for his keys. "Darling, if you want to go after my daughter, she is by the lake in an old farmhouse," Mrs. Miller said. Francis drove his car to an old farmhouse near the city. He saw Kristina's car not too far away and he pulled over. "Kristina," he said, and approached her. "What are you doing here?" Kristina asked. "Your mom told me that you would be here." Francis said and sat beside her.

"You should've run after Gina, she's your girlfriend after all." Kristina said, looking at the view. "Kristina, you are my wife." With a comforting voice, Kristina couldn't help but to cry in front of Francis. "I am sorry, I ruined everything. I did not know that Gina would be joining us. I thought it would be fine. Gina knows the truth," Kristina said. This was the first time Francis saw a girl cry in front of her. Kristina kept on blaming herself for what happened earlier. Francis hugged Kristina to comfort her, "I am the one who's at fault, you shouldn't be sorry," Francis said. "I am going to talk to Gina about what happened and make her understand our situation. I want her back, Kristina, I love her so much that I can't lose her," Francis continued. "Hey, it is fine, go, before it is too late," Kristina said.

Francis nodded and immediately jumped into his car and drove into the city to Gina's apartment. He saw Gina packing her things and crying. "Gina." "Is that the reason why your in the mood to fuck me last night?" Gina asked. "Babe listen, everything about Kristina and I is just business and nothing else," Francis explained. "Really? How can you explain the smile in your eyes when you look at her? I was there! You saw me just looking at you whispering something to her." Gina yelled. "And the fact that you married her! Francis, you promised me that we would be married by the end of the year. Now everything is nonsense!" Gina said.

"Gina, I love you," Francis said and hugged Gina tightly. "Kristina agreed about my relationship with you, that I can still be with you," Francis said. "Shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear any of this nonsense. Do you know why I feel left out? Because everybody in my circle said that you are married to a rich heiress. And it was true. I feel like a fool telling everybody that the rumor running around about you is not true," Gina exclaimed. "Don't you ever come close to me, I hate you!" Gina said. She pushed Francis out of the house and locked herself up.

Francis had no choice but to go home, seeing Kristina so worried drove him mad. "Are you happy now? You are the only woman I despise the most," Francis blamed Kristina for what happened, but Kristina stayed silent and left the room. "Francis, don't you dare blame Kristina for what happened," Mr. Peterson exclaimed. "Darling, Kristina explained everything, we already know, and we know both of you are in a hard situation," Mrs. Peterson said.

"Richard and Irene have already left. We should get going, too." Francis' Mom said. As they walked out of the house, he saw Kristina looking at him. "What?" Francis asked. "You are being a jerk," Kristina said. Kristina gave him an invitation for a ball they needed to attend the next day as a couple. "It's the company's foundation ball," Kristina said. "Kristina, I'm sorry," Francis apologizes. "Just be there, Dad will be retiring soon, and the scandal about your relationship with Gina, I assure you, no media will pester you," Kristina said and lock herself in her room.

He entered his room and browsed at his social media. He saw his pictures with Gina. Gina blocked him on all accounts he had, which included just texts and calls. I guess it is all over now. The next day, Francis got up and freshened up. As he got inside the dining area, he saw no signs of Kristina. "Nely, where's Kristina?" Francis asked, "Sir, the missus is not feeling well and just locked herself in the room," Nely replied. "Everytime her emotions are heightened, she immediately lock herself all day, Sir. Eventually, she got out of the room and with dried paint on her hands," Nely explained.

Now that Nely explained why Kristina had dried paint in her hands, that was because of what she was feeling. "Sir, she locked herself since last night," Nely said with a worried voice. "But we can't disturb her, or she might throw a fit," Nely said and continued serving breakfast. Compared to Gina, Kristina is totally different. Gina always throws tantrums if her wants weren't intended, but as for Kristina, what she wants is what she gets without even raising a voice.

"I should get going," Francis announced. Kristina came down from her room next to Francis, carrying an artwork. "Woah, Kristina, what do we have here?" Francis asked. "I'll be displaying this piece to my gallery," Kristina said. Francis was stunned. 'Kristina had her own gallery?' Francis asked himself. "It would be wonderful if you would come by later," Kristina invited. Seeing Kristina looked so fine like nothing had happened yesterday.

"How about you picking me up later and getting lunch together at my favorite restaurant?" Kristina asked. Francis nodded and received a notification of where the gallery was located. "You better get going or you might be late," Kristina said. "How can I be late? I am the boss," Francis bragged. "How about I wait for you to get ready and I'll drive you to your gallery?" Francis said. Kristina agreed and immediately grabbed a sandwich from the plate and moved fast.

Francis found Kristina very silly after she locked herself in her room. This is the Kristina he met when they were in college; quirky and fun. After 45 minutes of waiting, Kristina was already dressed nicely and displaying her curves perfectly. A scarf complimented her outfit. "Let's go?" Kristina asked, "I already placed your painting on the back seat," Francis said. Francis opened the car door for Kristina. As soon as he sat inside the car, he looked at the mesmerising appearance of Kristina. Just like a princess from a storybook, to him, her beauty is worth looking at.

Francis drove the car, Kristina was talking to someone on her phone. "Honey, can you grab me my usual coffee? And please, I need everything on my desk. Yes, Francis is driving me to work. We'll be there in 20 minutes," Kristina said, and ended the call. As they arrived, the gallery's curator carefully carried Kristina's piece. "Francis, thank you for driving me here," Kristina smiled. "I'm your husband, its the least I can do," Francis replied. Francis left and Kristina started to work after a week's absence.

"Honey, coffee?" Kristina asked. Honey, her female assistant, immediately gave her usual coffee. "Miss K, there is a client that wants your outlook for the pieces needed for the scape," Honey reported. "Give me their lay-out, so I can perfectly match the pieces nicely," Kristina said. As she was looking at the office scape, Francis opened her office door. "It's already past lunch, and your assistant said you haven't eaten a thing," Francis said.

"Really? I haven't noticed the time," Kristina said. "Let's go grab some, I am famished," Francis said.