Loving You Again

chapter 15

~5 years ago~

Myrah was in Armando's studying room, supposedly 'cleaning the shelves'.

It was not her fault. Basically, Armando came in the dining area, where previously, she was cleaning and told her to come and arrange the books and clean the shelves. And as Jeanna Argento was there, she could not refuse him.

"Armando, it's been almost half an hour I am here. I am going." She said and was getting off his lap but, he pulled her back.

"Don't go."

"I have to. I already feel really bad for sitting here, and not doing my work." Myrah insisted.

"Can I say something?" Armando asked almost hesitantly.

"Sure." Myrah answered softly hearing him hesitating for some reason made her heart pace increase.

"Don- don't get me wrong, but I don't like you working here." He said.

"What? Why?" Myrah frowned.

"It's just that, you working here. I don't feel it's right. I don't have any problem with you working I know that it's the biggest support of your life, but just-" He let his words trail off and sighed heavily.

He did not want her to misunderstand him. He knew how much this job meant to her, it's just that Myrah working as a maid in the house he lives in feels wrong to him.

"I understand you, Armando. But I can't leave my job." Myrah said.

"No, you don't have to leave. I was just expressing my feelings to you." He said.

"I know and thank you for telling me what you feel." Myrah said and rested her head on his.

"I'm gonna go now." She said after a minute.

But Armando could not let her go without getting a kiss, so he tightened his hold around her and angled his face to kiss her.

Myrah giggled before pressing her lips on his.

But as soon as she kissed him, the door slammed open.

"Arman-" A voice said.

Myrah pulled away and jumped in fear. Her heart was beating against her chest so wildly.

She lifted her gaze from the floor to the person, in front of them.

It was the same girl from yesterday, Isabella Venezia.

She had an expression of shock on her face but in two seconds, it changed into an angered frown.

"Isabella! Don't you know how to knock!" Armando snapped angrily in a cold tone.

Myrah's head snapped to look at him. He had a cold stoic expression on his face amd it was scary.

This was the first time Myrah saw him like this. This is completly different from the Armando she knows.

Ignoring Armando, Isabella took long strides towards Myrah.

She grabbed Myrah by her forearms, her long manicured nails dugging into Myrah's skin making her wince in pain.