Chapter 107 - Facts Over Words
Chapter 107 – Facts Over Words
"I have to get to work now." He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.
Then he put his jacket on and prepared to leave.
"Have a good day," I said and he smiled at me.
He left walking out with my heart too, free to use the keys of my heart or to drop those off in the following day.
Who did invent the words I love you and why did I have this desperate need to hear him say it to make it real.
He loved me and he showed me through his small gestures.
Yet my heart needed to hear those words as fuel to start the car.
I contemplated the emptiness of the table in front of me, as the image of us together was still intact.
If I had missed him so much that his return cheered me to the point it changed my mood and made me turn into the happiest girl ever. How much would I miss him if he left forever and never came back, leaving the keys of my heart under the door?
I went to my company to have a happy safe place to be in, that day, no painters or anyone at all came so I could be alone to contemplate the peace of the silence.
I let hours pass by as I tried to find a solution to my sudden lack of confidence and fear of his missing answer.
When I walked out of the company I drove back to the car and lead my head on the volante.
Was that the final destination? He decided to break the rules but was still scared to tell me he loved me? Will that end up sabotaging our relationship
I would give him my heart gladly, but would he do the same?
Could we ever have the happy life we deserved?
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A few hours later I was having dinner with the same man I had been spending the entire day within my mind.
I played nervously with the key of the car as we sat at the table of his house with the maid serving us food.
I didn't want our love to fade away like smoke in the air, I didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night to see he wasn't in my life anymore, or worst I didn't want to discover the day of our wedding that he never loved me.
I had to tell him at that moment to know if he would say it back.
Before the clock chimed our love story.
The words got stuck in the middle of my throat aching more as I grew more nervous.
"What do you have to tell me, Lily? I can read it in your face that something is bothering you." He smiled.
I struggled to hold the focus on him and not flinch away from his gaze.
His phone began to ring and he rolled his eyes when he read the name, "it's work, I have to take it."
He leaned his phone closer to his ear and when he pressed the button to accept the call, the words slip out of my lips as a tumultuous storm crashed in with the worst timing.
"I love you, Cameron."
A whisper came out of my mouth too fast to stop it by biting my tongue.
As soon as he heard me, he hung off the call he just accepted and then frowned as the words resonated in his mind.
A hint of a smile appeared on his face, "Is this what you had been dwelling in the entire time?"
I giggled, "yes that is." I cleared my voice, "I wanted to tell you."
He kissed me sweetly, "you don't have to worry."
I took a breath of relief but at the same time, I got a bit disappointed when he didn't say it back.
Say it back Cameron.
Say it back.
I mentally prayed to him
No more words came out his mouth, and the waiter's footsteps broke the silence in the room.
She put on the table our dishes and I smiled to thank her.
"How is the project of setting up the place going?"
He said driving back the switching light on the job.
"It's going well, shaping slowly." I smiled as I started to cut the pork on the dish.
After we finished the second course Cameron walked to the next room since Andreas was harassing him with calls.
Meantime the maid went to the dining room to get a few more dishes on the table.
I stopped her on her wait out and asked, "Had you worked for Cameron for a long time?"
She turned around perplexed hearing my voice speak to her.
When I offered her the kindest smile I had she understood I was trying to be kind to her.
She turned around, after checking the surroundings to make sure Cameron wasn't nearly then she walked closer to the table.
"I worked for him for 4 years miss."
I widened my eyes as an unconscious answer to reveal the shock. Four years was a lot of time, it meant that if he got along well with a person he stayed with that person for the rest of his life.
Somehow that revelation made my heart lighten from my concern.
"How is it living with Cameron Collins for four years?"
A smile finally appeared on her lips.
"I learned many things with him. And I got to know him enough. I heard you said you love him, let me tell you what I learned in the years I lived with him. You will never hear him say those words back to you. He will show you with facts"
"Thank you," I said.
She turned around to walk away then when she was almost on her way out she changed her mind and walked closer to me.
"In four years I had never seen him this happy with any other woman. I never even met the other women he dated."
She winked, "facts over words."