Knowing What Love Is (COMPLETED ENGLISH VERSION) #RymSeries

Storm 14

Lyn Mansion

Months had passed, and Luke Reign consistently used his free time to be around me. But when I say "spending time," I mean he invaded my privacy.

Whenever I was reading or watching something, he'd barge into my room and make himself comfortable by using my lap as his pillow. I complained to Emerald about how annoying he was, but she assured me that I was actually helping him. He apparently barely got enough sleep, so these past months when he barged into my room and dozed off on my lap, I allowed it. The guy clearly needed some sort of therapy.

Speaking of Luke, I hadn't seen him in about a week. It dawned on me that my life had become quite dull and monotonous. I realized that his presence, although annoying, added some sort of dimension to my life.

Emerald had informed me that Luke was a fan of wild clubs, but she also mentioned that despite his partying habits, he managed to keep their family business thriving even during economic crises. She had also mentioned something that puzzled me: "You two share the same persona, the same attitude, but Storm, you're different. Your heart is caged and scattered into pieces."

Honestly, I didn't understand what she meant. Reign and I were nothing alike. We had many differences: he was talkative, while I was reserved; he was carefree, while I was serious; he was confident, while I struggled with self-assurance; he was an extrovert, while I was an introvert; he was deeply attached to his grandmother, whereas my relationship with my Lola was distant at best.

So, it was clear that Reign and I were not the same.

Emerald's remarks were confusing me, and I found myself thinking about it more than I should.

Lately, Emerald had been bringing up Luke Reign in our conversations. Whenever she was with me, she would often talk about him, highlighting his qualities as a responsible grandson and a wonderful son. She seemed quite taken with him.

But I didn't really care. After all, Luke and I were two completely different individuals.

In the recent days, I noticed that I was overthinking his life. Emerald had mentioned that he started first grade at five years old, which meant he finished elementary by age nine. With the Philippines not having a K-12 curriculum during his time, he probably graduated high school by age 13 or 14. That meant he completed his four-year course in Business Management by age 17 or 18. I knew for certain that he began handling their company at 19.

I found it hard to believe that someone his age could manage a business like that. But then again, I might be underestimating him. After all, success in business requires a diverse skill set. Effective communication is essential for building relationships with clients and co-workers, and from what I observed, he was an adept communicator.

Meanwhile, my own life consisted of locking myself in my room, reading novels, watching shows, eating my favorite foods, exercising in the gym, and occasionally checking reports about Storms and Courtney at night. I only left my room when I felt like visiting the beach resorts and the hotel and restaurants I managed.

But for now, I planned to spend my time lounging by the pool.

"Ma'am, do you need anything?" one of the maids asked me.

I requested that they order five boxes of Hawaiian Pizza overload with extra cheese, told them to get boxes enough for them as well, and asked to hand me my phone. I dialed Papa's number and he picked up after two rings.

"Could you send me some Oreo ice cream?" I asked.

(Darling, the mansion you're in can provide that for you. Just ask the maids. I'm sure Chris and Storm have plenty of Oreo ice cream there.)

"What makes you think they have Oreo ice cream here?"

(Your Lolo Chris knows it's your favorite flavor, Darling. Knowing him, he'll definitely have gallons of Oreo ice cream in the freezer for his dearest granddaughter.)

"Thanks, I love you," I said before hanging up.

I noticed the curious looks from the maids, so I just stared back at them blankly.

"Is there anything you need, ma'am?"

"I'd like some Oreo ice cream."