His Wicked Heart

Chapter Thirty-Four

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PRESENT

GENEVIEVE

"He's not staying," the words slipped through my mouth before I could even manage to control them. Everyone's attention turned to me at that moment, as my voice came out unintentionally loud.

Both Aleksandr and Mikhail stood up from their seats, their eyes finally finding the two girls who stood behind them.

However, they rushed away as soon as they found me staring at them. Even Mikhail didn't have the chance to ask what happened. He locked his eyes on me, "Should I call out for them?" he asked.

I sighed, feeling extremely embarrassed suddenly.

"No need for that," I responded curtly before making my way near to them. Aleksandr immediately came around me, pulling me close into his embrace.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern in his voice. His eyes searched for the emotions on my face, any sign of hurt or pain.

My head was spinning from the amount of information I had just uncovered. My whole life had become crystal clear in front of me tonight; a piece of me that I never thought I'd discover until today.

I'd never anticipated this day to come. In fact, I never even wanted it.

But maybe, I was wrong about my convictions. I needed this; a closure.

"I'm fine," I said in response to Aleksandr's question, smiling a little in the process. I intertwined my hand around his arm before turning to look at Mikhail. "I'm sorry about the commotion. I just got ahead of myself and acted rudely with them. I hope you don't mind," I reassured him.

Even if somehow Mikhail ended up asking the girls about what happened, it would be a shame for me. Jealousy is the last thing I'd want to show right now.

And it's the last emotion I want to feel about Aleksandr.

Mikhail's eyes held suspense. He didn't have complete faith in my words, I could assume, but he chose not to ask about it.

A blanket of quietness fell around us, the silence calm yet unpleasant. It was quite awkward, to be honest.

Then Mikhail decided to break it. "So... Happy reunion, I guess?" His words were never serious; it was merely to lighten up the atmosphere.

And maybe he succeeded with his motive, as I cracked a little smile. "There was nothing pleasant about it, I assure you," I said, making him laugh this time. "But it was okay, I guess."

Aleksandr, on the other hand, remained silent the whole moment. His eyes roamed between me and Mikhail from time to time, waiting for any more interaction to happen.

But nothing really happened.

I didn't know what to feel at this moment. Neither joy nor sadness, but maybe, I felt a little sad.

Just a little.

"Will we meet in the far future?" Mikhail asked; the question was hard for me to answer, though. "Maybe," that's all I managed to say in reply, my grip tightening around Aleksandr's arm.

I didn't want to tell him about my conversation with my... his dad.

"We'll go now," Aleksandr concluded our conversation before turning his head to look down at me, pride clear beneath his emerald green eyes. "Let's go?" he whispered softly.