Secret

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

SECRETLY TALKING

In an unexpected event, his car collided with the car in front of him. After a while, the woman got out of that car.

Her face cannot be painted because of what happened. Her hand was hitting the window of her car and trying to get him out.

She angrily said, "Get the hell out of your fucking car!"

It seems that he pulled courage from his chest before he decided to get out of the car.

He faced the woman.

Her eyes widened when she saw him. She blinked many times for clarifications without looking back.

"You? Anton? What are you doing here?"

He wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.

"Wait... you're the one who helped me earlier?"

He remembered it and realized it was her. He nodded and said, "Yes."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you, but did you follow me?"

He immediately replied, "Of course not. We are just on the same road."

She agreed to what he said but she is still confused, so she asks, "You're also at the restaurant earlier? Aren't you?"

He hesitated whether to lie or say it was him. Because it crossed his mind that Cindy might think that he was following her.

"You saw me there?" he asked.

"I didn't notice it was you, but your clothes."

He just nodded. "You better take care and be careful. I have to go now," he said.

"Okay. Thanks again."

When he got into the car, he seemed to have a thorn pulled out of his throat, something he wondered about.

He didn't think about it anymore. He went straight home. Maybe Ariella is waiting for him to come home.

After he arrived, he immediately looked for Ariella but she was not there.

He texted her, "I'm home. Where are you?"

She replied, "I'll be there at 20 minutes"

He replied again, "Okay. I'll be waiting. I love you."

He waited for her response but minutes have passed, he still didn't receive a reply from her.

He went straight to the room and opened his laptop. He opened his Instagram account and just scrolled when he suddenly remembered what happened earlier.

It comes to his mind if he will follow her on Instagram or not, but he wants to know something.

He decided to search her name on Instagram. When the results came out, he clicked her profile. He scrolled down and up, then he stopped at the follow tab.

He wondered if it was right for him to follow her. It also occurred to him that there is nothing wrong. He will just follow her. That meant nothing to him.

As he had in mind, he followed her.

Minutes later, he received a notification. Cindy followed back.

It suddenly shocked him. It didn't occur to him that she would follow back.

Then, unexpectedly, he received a message from Cindy.

"Thank you again for your help."

His fingers were placed on the keyboard and was about to type when Ariella suddenly entered his room, so he quickly turned the laptop over.

He smiled somehow and greeted her.

"What are you doing?" she asked and her gaze was on his laptop.

He got up from bed and said, "N-nothing, my wife."

When Ariella put the bag on the side table, he quickly logged out his Instagram account.

He can breathe normally now.

"Why didn't you inform me that I should have picked you up. You didn't even reply to my text."

"I didn't notice your message. I was busy," she answered while sitting on the bed and removing her boots.

Anton came closer when he noticed that she was having trouble unzipping the boots.

As if he will propose in his place. He unzipped her boots then wiped her feet with a towel.

Although Ariella was shocked by what he did, it caused her to smile. He felt like a butterfly flew in her ng stomach.

Anton was still in that position even though he had done what he had to do. He was staring at Ariella as if he was reading her mind through her eyes. He couldn't help but look away.

"Stop staring at me," she said softly.

"Don't tell me you're falling deeper?"

She frowned and quickly said, "No. You assumed much."

Anton grinned and that grin wanted to tell her something.

She blinked constantly as Anton came closer and closer to her, so her hands rested on the bed.

"W-w-what are you doing?" she stammered.

Anton widen his smile and come closer and closer to her causing her to lie down on the bed.

He was on top of Ariella but their bodies were not touching.

Ariella closed her eyes and tilted her head. He just stared at her and couldn't help but laugh in his mind.

"You want?" he asked.

Ariella turned her gaze to him. "W-w-what?"

He looked at her seriously. "I asked if you want?"

"W-w-want what?" Pretending she didn't know what he's trying to say.

Anton laughed then he stood up. He even patted Ariella's thigh.

"You assumed a lot, my wife."

Ariella felt that she should be ashamed of him for expecting that.

She didn't know what to say, so she didn't speak. She seemed to laugh and was shy, so she covered herself with a blanket.

When she felt Anton sit on the bed- feeling that he was on top of her. He moved the blanket away from her hmm face a little. Anton's face appeared in front of her, smiling and watching her.

She was like a statue and could neither move nor speak. Anton looked at her seriously until he removed the blanket.

She suddenly felt her heart beat faster especially when his face came closer and closer to hers especially his lips trying to kiss her.

He was about to kiss her when suddenly his phone rang. At first, he ignored it, but when he was about to kiss her again, it rang again. But in the end, all he did was a quick kiss before he picked up the phone.

He left the room to answer who was calling.

NEXT DAY. -

While Ariella was busy cooking in the kitchen, Anton was inside the room.

He logged in his Instagram account again and expected a message from Cindy, but none.

Finally, he can reply to her now.

'Always welcome.'

He sent it, then, she replied immediately.

"OH! Good morning." -Cindy.

He replied again until their conversation turned to something else. There was joy in Anton's eyes and lips as he talked to her.

"Honey," Ariella called.

He quickly logged out his account and was unable to reply to Cindy's last message.

It was as if he was being cha