Words I Was Afraid To Hear
/ Words I was Afraid to Hear 101 No Idea
She called room service, asking for Asian breakfast, since the man does not look Caucasian.
Then she went to wake him up. She was about to tap his shoulder, but she stopped her actions. Her hand hung in midair as she admired his chiseled face and full brows. His upper lip had sharp, well-demarcated borders, while his lower lip looked juicy, going down like a spout of a teapot. It was very tempting.
She shook her head remembering their encounter last night. She furrowed her brows and tapped his shoulder hard.
Xiu Jin woke up with a splitting headache. He had drunk too much last night.
Seeing a beautiful woman looking down on him, her hands propped by her hips, he bolted upright.
"Who...who are you?" He asked. Did he bring a stranger into his room? Oh my God!
"The occupant of this hotel room." she answered him, her voice was clear.
"What?" He frowned.
Before she could enlighten him, the door bell rang. The room service had come.
She asked the attendant to place the dishes on the small dining table. After getting the tip, the attendant left.
"You could eat first. I need to prepare for a meeting. Please close the door when you leave." She sounded cold. Then, she went into her bedroom, locking the door.
Xiu Jin stared at the breakfast on the table, then he looked at the closed bedroom door. He sighed.
If that girl had been violent, he would have been killed!
As he hurriedly chomped on his meal, he had a hazy recollection of how he went back into his room. Scratching his head, his eyes fell on the sofa. They widened as he realized what he had done.
He kissed her! He had the illusion that she was Wong Xiaoyu and he kissed her! Sh**!!!
Hearing some noises in the bedroom, he hurriedly finished the food on his plate, almost choking as he drank the coffee, and bolted up to leave.
Just then, he paused when he saw the stick-on notepad and pen beside the telephone in the living room area.
He scribbled hastily as he thought about her being a sleeping tiger. He had to get away immediately!
When she came from the shower, she took a peek outside her door while still in a bathrobe. Seeing that he was gone, she sighed. She walked to the table to have her meal.
As she sat down, she saw his note on her coffee cup.
"Please don't be mad at me! If you need anything, you can bother me anytime. Xiu Jin."
His number was also written at the bottom.
So much for trying to be nice! Little did he know that she had no idea how to read what he wrote!
Based on the turn of events, she deduced that he was waiting for her call him. In his dreams!
Igarashi Aoi crumpled the paper immediately and tossed it somewhere. She started her meal and focused her thoughts on their upcoming meeting with their new clients.
She put on a black collared button-down dress and covered herself with a tan trenchcoat. She had a simple black leather heels and small diamond stud earrings.
Even though she rarely puts on makeup, she did that day since she needed to give a good impression for the sake of her father who went against her grandmother on bringing her.
Her father was waiting for her in the hotel lobby. He had a warm smile on his face.
"Aoi-chan, they invited us out into an exclusive restaurant." He said in their native language as he gestured to a black Volkswagen Santana parked just outside the hotel.
She nodded silently and followed him outside.
The driver pulled the door open for them and immediately started the car as soon as he sat on the driver seat.
They were led to a restaurant's private room, overlooking the mountains and valley. A sumptuous meal was served, with all kinds of protein, from the common pork to quail meat were served. The rice wine was reported to be home-made and the fruits were harvested from the nearby woods.
The client was a middle-aged couple who specializes on visual arts. The woman has her own line of luxury dresses, the most expensive ones were either embroidered or hand-painted. The man was known for his workmanship in luggages and designer bags. They were now interested in venturing into shoes and leather production is one of the branches of the Igarashi group. They kept their words in conversational tone, making Aoi, who had just learned their language, more comfortable. They even praised her for being excellent in her job at such a young age.
As they were enjoying the feast, a panting young man entered the private room without even knocking.
Wiping his sweat with his handkerchief, he kept on bowing to the people in a meeting.
"Sorry...sorry, my car broke!" It was the lamest excuse of the century!
Mr. and Mrs. Xiu looked at their son in disappointment. He might have drowned himself in alcohol again last night.
Aoi did not get to look at him properly before he bowed to apologize.
She almost spat out her tea when he straightened up and the face that she first saw on waking up looked directly into her bewildered eyes.
Chapter end
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