Our Tomorrow, Intertwined (COMPLETE)

Chapter Twelve: After Last Night

Chapter Twelve: After Last Night

HYACINTH talked with Jean inside the Moonround café the moment she started working there again. She pretended to clean the tables while Jean discreetly talked to her about the events these past few days: her sudden disappearance, Erin's whereabouts, and what happened when Max fetched her from Greene County out of the blue, considering that Jean didn't know why her boss suddenly took an interest with Hyacinth.

"We flirted and one thing led to another. We didn't use protection. That's why he followed me to Greene County. He wanted to make sure that, if I'm pregnant, he'll be there to support and father the child." Hyacinth lied. It will be too much for Jean if she knew the whole story regarding the threads and her time-traveling daughter. "Erin is my cousin so Mr. Bismarck took her with him and used Erin as bait so that I'll go outside my hide."

"Maximillian is tenacious when it comes to his goals." Jean sipped from her cup of hot chocolate. "As for you, I can't blame you if you wanted to spend the night with a man like Max. He's attractive and is in his prime."

Hyacinth let out a sigh of relief. At least Jean believed her plethora of lies.

"But Max has been asking a lot of things about you. Are you sure that the two of you just had a one-night stand? Nothing more?"

Hyacinth shook her head. "If I'm pregnant, he ought to know things about me. I'll be the mother of his bastard, if ever."

"Shush, Haya. Mr. Bismarck is coming this way."

Her eyes widened. "What?"

"Go wipe the table over there." Jean pointed at the empty table next to her. "Act normal."

The door opened and Hyacinth's heart somersaulted. As Jean instructed, she wiped the nearest table and acted normal. Hyacinth made sure that her back faced the doorway.

"Hyacinth."

She turned to face him. Maximillian Bismarck's jaw flexed and tightened as soon as their gazes met. He looked so dashing in his usual business suit but, this time, his jet-black hair is combed into a different style than usual. Not his best look, though. He would've looked more dashing if he just let his natural waves scatter on top of his head. It will give him a more dangerous look that will cause an orgasm in every woman he looks at.

Hyacinth shrugged at the current thoughts in her head. Since when did I find him hot?!

His employees inside the shop regarded him with an inquisitive gaze. Hyacinth wanted to melt into a puddle at the intensity of the ambiance.

"D-Do you need anything?" She tried to sound so casual.

"You're not replying to my emails." There's a hint of disappointment and worry in his tone.

"There's no need. I'm busy." She lifted her gloved hands to show him that she was working at the moment.

"You're not busy when Philip needs you in SCPD?"

Hyacinth removed her cleaning gloves and grabbed Maximillian's hand. Almost everyone gasped in astonishment as Hyacinth pulled Maximillian outside of the shop like how she would drag a close friend.

This is worse. She needed to talk to him discreetly.

"I told you I'm busy!" She started to talk with evident irritation in her voice while still dragging him outside. Hyacinth led him to the back of the cafe where she cleans up the rugs she used for cleaning. It is out of view from the plethora of passersby from different buildings. They could talk there.

"I know that. I only came by to get a cup of coffee." Maximillian held her hand that pulled him into the secluded place and tugged Hyacinth so that she could stop looking around from surveying the place.