Own That Yandere Spoiled Brat

4. The Secretive Date

☾︎☽︎🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎☾︎☽︎🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎☾︎☽︎🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎☾︎☽︎🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎☾︎☽︎🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎☾︎☽︎🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎☾︎☽︎🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎☾︎☽︎🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎☾︎☽︎

We arrived at the restaurant, a place radiating elegance. Seated at a balcony table with a clear view, the atmosphere was perfect, making me imagine how enchanting it would be during sunset.

Zade chuckled, breaking the silence.

"Do you like the view?"

"It looks beautiful. How amazing it can be with a sunset," I replied, my gaze fixated on the picturesque scenery.

"I see you like beautiful things."

"Of course, who doesn't?"

"Then you can look at me," Zade smirked, injecting unexpected humour into the conversation.

I burst into laughter because of the unexpected comment.

"Hey! That wasn't supposed to be a joke."

"Sorry! I just couldn't hold it in."

Zade started to laugh with me. As the waiter approached, Zade leaned on the table, continuing to smile at me, a subtle intensity in his gaze. Caught in the moment, I also stared back, appreciating the handsome features of the man who was to become my husband.

The waiter took our order-scrambled eggs with avocado for Zade and sushi with dumplings for me.

"So, I wanted to talk about the arranged marriage with you," Zade said, the tone turning serious.

The sudden shift unsettled me. What was there to discuss? Shouldn't we just accept it as fate? Anxiety began to creep in.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked, attempting to conceal my nervousness.

"I wanted to ask what you think of it and how you feel. Is it alright with you to marry me? Is there something or someone you want to get back to?"

His mention of someone I want to get back to puzzled me. What did he mean?

"I find this marriage reasonable and alright. Should I think of something about this marriage? And what do you mean, someone I want to get back to?" I inquired, maintaining a calm demeanour, though frustration crept into my voice.

"Shouldn't you be worried about marrying a man you've never met? For all you could know, I was an asshole who was abusing you. Weren't you worried at all? And isn't there a boyfriend or something you want to get back to?"

"No, and you?" I ignored most of his questions, cutting to the last one, impatience surfacing.

"Listen, I don't want to make you mad," he said calmly, a hint of reservation in his expression.

"Who said I was mad, and why should I be mad?" I replied in a monotone voice, growing more frustrated.

"I.." He seemed to be holding back something.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I said, annoyance evident.

"No! It's not like that," he clarified.

"Then what is it supposed to be?" I pressed, my frustration building. What was he dancing around?

"I.. just got this girl who is obsessed with me," he admitted, his admission hanging in the air.

"Who? Athena?" I blurted out, a momentary lapse in judgment.

"What?" He said, bewildered.

Regaining clarity, I apologized, "Sorry, never mind about that. Who is so obsessed with you that it makes you this uncomfortable?"