Love for a Billionaire

Chapter 22

Tzuyu didn't even have the strength to go to work, for him that day wasn't his favorite, in fact he wanted to write the day about next year and call it a crap day.  He felt humiliated and mostly devastated by Sana's words.  Listening to those words so calmly but at the same time with fear had brought a pang to his heart.  As soon as he returned to her villa, he saw the housekeeper again who, hidden by a group of maids who were shedding bitter tears, was crying with deep sobs and tremors on her lips.  The door rang throughout the house and the women's sobs stopped.  His eyes widened at the sight of a scruffy man with a jacket over his forearm and blood and water stains, essentially tears, on his shirt.  His hair, dirty with blood and dust, carried a strange stench of rot, or rather of metal.  The two maids, who wiped away their tears with more strength and courage, approached him and took her jacket.  "Ma'am," he whispered in despair as his dry lips tried to say something sensible.  The housekeeper got up and with tears in her eyes walked up to him, opening her arms tenderly and her lips curved in a carefree smile.  "Mr. Chou... I was so worried about you," she said, wrapping her hands around her waist and holding her tighter as tears still covered half of her white shirt.  Tzuyu brought her hands back to the older woman's waist, and placed her head on the inside of her neck, blowing and breathing in the scent of ammonia that gave her some security.  "I'm a fool, ma'am" he sighed regretfully having a look full of tears and disappointment from the lady, "he's always been a fool, and asking for Mrs. Minatozaki's hand was the main mistake" she murmured having puzzled eyes from The man was stunned when he remembered that he had never told the older woman about his episode, "I... How do you figure this out?"  he asked, dragging his lips along the woman's neck, trying not to tear himself away from her perfume while the woman tried to make eye contact with his eyes, "Mr. Chou, I know you like the back of my hand. Now go take a shower. To be a better man and to be forgiven by the young lady must be a fashion designer" she concluded, completely detaching herself from the man who now had a lack of affection and body of the older woman.  Dejectedly he went towards the corridor that led to the bathroom, while the elderly woman tried to smile when the man returned but in reality she was pessimistic about the man's recovery from his old character and that she would never see the cynical and serious Mr. Chou again, but a devastated and lovelorn Chou.

Later there was a knock on the door.  It was definitely five o'clock and Tzuyu looked magnificent if it weren't for his expression which had a sad and pitiful face.  She had eaten and collected her work, trying to ignore his love for her and return her attention to his bills and her office.  But being in a villa, specifically in his private office, made him understand how alone he was in that moment and how ridiculous he was for the actions committed towards that kind woman who was too polite to respond to him with an unpleasant comment.  He was wondering why he had done it, he knew that Sana was a shy woman and at the same time slow with relationships, why complicate things and eliminate her chances with the woman on her whim.  "Mr. Chou, you have visitors," the maid said.  She stood up from the chair placing her hands on the desk and with raised eyebrows she politely asked, with some excitement, the woman "Is she Sana!?".  The woman shook her head regretfully as the man slumped back in his chair with hatred.  She played with the pen she had on the desk and then asked again "Who is it then?", "Her parents and a woman" she quickly replied, "What should I do?"  she added, opening the office door wider, "Let them come into the house" he said, getting up slowly and walking with the maid towards the entrance door.  The air was as impatient as he was.  He really didn't want to see her parents, but the woman who was with her couldn't suffer the same actions he reported to her parents.  Not that he was unpleasant to his parents, but he was rather quick with conversations and the latter ended in a clash of another type of conversation that ended with his parents yelling that they wanted relationships and him running away afterwards. having deposited a sum of money not related to the account but rather a rather high sum and not equal to the account itself placed on the table.  Who knows what the woman in front of her would have thought about her parents.  Not that they were evil or anything, but the cadence of their personality created the worst irritation in the world for him.  Even though he wasn't the best son in the world, his parents continued to force him and his will to do things he didn't want.  The footsteps became nauseating and the atmosphere taciturn.  The waitresses looked like soldiers standing near the walls ready for an order.  The housekeeper looked like a general standing near the door where the three guests were.  A woman caught the man's attention.  She was elegantly dressed, in fact the beautiful black dress, tight around her waist, aroused interest in the man, she wondered who that woman was, so different from the others that she had seen with her parents.  A smile did not slip from her lips, she seemed cold and dark but her aura, although she was indifferent, left an icy beauty that managed to unleash an emotion never aroused before her.  A silver necklace adorned her long, thin neck, which along with her ebony black hair fluttered softly over her shoulders and back.  A tiny mole near her chin gave her an air of grace and magnificence.  She was a classy woman like her bearing who with composure stood mysterious and silent in the presence of her parents and hers.  “How long does it take to come, huh?”  the father asked, tapping his foot rhythmically while his mother smiled and quickly waved goodbye to her son, "I was in my office... I was sorting out some papers" he concluded, slowly approaching them and putting his hands behind his back in the waiting for some response.  "How come you find yourself in the office? We stopped by your company, but Dahyun said you weren't there" my mother said, worried about this.  She swayed back and forth with a serious expression, "I had a bad back this morning, I didn't want to overexert myself... I worked from home so I wouldn't miss any unfinished work" he replied throwing out a simple excuse making his parents fall for it.  "We stopped by here, since Mina has some free time... Right Mina?"  my father asked looking at the woman next to his wife who with a rather transparent smile was waiting for the woman's response, "Yes... I had just finished my set" she concluded.  Tzuyu glanced at the woman once more and then looked at the maid with a slight nod of her head, "You may come in and have a seat" the maid said making Tzuyu move to the sofa in the main living room while the three followed the maid.  He sat in the main one-seat chair, while the three sat on the long gray sofa.  “Have you had several things to do this week?”  the mother asked, raising an eyebrow, "Work things and private things" Tzuyu said dryly, returning her attention to the woman who was looking at her heels with boredom, "She is Myoi Mina. The woman we mentioned last time" my father said seeing the interest in Tzuyu, "I see, and why did you bother her so much to make her come here?"  he finally asked, making the woman look up with curiosity, and reproducing a frown on the father who looked at his wife expressively confused at his son's question, "Tzuyu dear, Mina wanted to come of her own volition. We don't force anyone" he said mother trying to be as reasonable as possible, "I understand. This poor woman has pushy parents too," he commented.  "Chou Tzuyu, behave yourself in front of a guest. This is not how you were raised..." she said, getting angry at her father.  His eyes rolled in annoyance and then he turned his attention to his mother, "Why don't you try to be less bored and ask your guest something," my mother said lovingly.  "Miss Myoi, how do you work as a model?"  Tzuyu asked, putting a hand under her chin and focusing all her attention on that woman, "yes, I'm a model" she replied in turn, "And why does she find herself here?"  she asked waving the two parents.  "Ask your parents and mine too," she said with a tight smile.  "Mina's family accepted our permission to get you engaged" said my mother, "But it doesn't make sense... I have never seen this woman" he said, "I know. But you will get engaged anyway" she said again the mother turns, "But mother I..." "No I. It's an obligation. Listen to me Tzuyu, if you don't get engaged I will put your company at risk, and you know I can do it!"  the father shouted, no longer wanting to hear his son's voice.  Silence cooed in the room.  For him this didn't help him, it only made him more uncomfortable and in a more distant perspective for achieving Sana's trust.