Love, Paris | ✔️

Chapter 22

Paris sighed as she took another peek on her window to their garage. Her parents and grandparents were not yet home. How long does it take to have eaten breakfast. Truly it would not reach for almost 3 hours.

Not that she was searching for them in order for her to tell the truth but because she was already hungry. She had not eaten breakfast because, first, Isaiah was there and she does not want to see him and second, it was because of her pride.

She remembered he told her that he already told them the truth. And Paris here was not sure what truth he was talking about. Did he mean to say he told them every piece of detail that happened to them in Paris? Or he did exclude that. Paris wished it was the latter part.

She took a look on her phone if there were messages from her parents informing her of their whereabouts but unfortunately she found none. If she continued to let her pride win over her for sure she will starve to death.

The whole house was silent and no one's making a noise.

Maybe Isaiah already left her.

On the table, she saw freshly cooked pasta and two sets of plates were placed. Two sets? If there was two, meaning -

"Oh you're here!" Someone said through the door.

Basically Isaiah was still in her house. Great! Just great!

"I've cooked again," he said, removing the covers of the food. "Lunch. For the both of us."

Paris disregard Isaiah's statement rather she just took a seat and proceeded eating without considering inviting him. Honestly, Paris was not in the mood to talk to him. She was just hungry for goodness sake and talking to him would be the least thing she would do.

"Both of our parents knew about what happened in Paris," he said to her but when he saw her expression, he abruptly added. "But I did not tell them the act that we had agreed. It would be outrageous."

Exactly! Paris would be totally embarrassed to face her parents if they knew about their act. Her grandmother would even consider pursuing the engagement since if they had pretended to be lovers for few weeks, then they could pretend to be a couple for few years. Preposterous!

Paris would not risk doing that again. She had known the consequences and how they had affected her now. How much more if they go on to the next level.

"They did not like it, actually. Especially my father," he mentioned it as he transferred the food to his plate. "He was mad at me. I knew both sides of the story but act like no knowledge at all. I lied to them as well on not knowing you. So the one to blame here is not you but only me."

"Of course who else would be blamed here," Paris said indignantly. Lowering her voice, she muttered, "Well, I also lied to them about the fact that I had been living with a stranger, who turned out to be my fiancé after all."

"There was nothing wrong about it. It was purely coincidental," he said in as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

"Still it happened." Paris went back on her food and devotedly focused on slicing the piece of meat.

The only thing that could be heard between them was the sounds of their spoons and forks clashing on their plates.

This was an awkward moment for them to have. Previously, they would talk on whatever topic they can think of but now it was like too hard for them to open up.

Paris decided to talk first. They won't go far than this if one would raise up one's pride.

"When will they be back?" she asked him. Seeing his confused look she added, "My parents. Our parents."