The Forgotten Gorgeous Billionaire in My Dream

Nikola did not stay any longer here. After we ate, she stayed for few minutes before she left. I just got the chance to ask about her when we were on our way home.

"Her car had some problem yesterday. And Rael was the one who fixed it. I did not expect that she will be here again. From what I know, she is from the other town."

I pouted when I heard Lucille.

"And did you hear them?! They are texting each other!" Nessa gasped.

"Tss! But Rael is not always relying to her! I heard him! That woman is very obvious! She does not know how to be hard to get!"

"Well, are you even going to act hard to get if Rael is infront of you?"

Their conversation about that went long. I just remained quite about it because I do not have anything to say to that rude man.

As I reached home, I took a shower before I made myself busy with making crochet pouch. I put the money that I earn from selling these pouches in my piggy bank. Once I made it full, I will give it to my parents to pay for our debt. I know that will not be enough but at least I am trying.

I did not notice that the sun had already set. When I checked outside, it was already dark and the sky was a bit gloomy. I was in our living room when Mama entered. I did not expect the man behind her.

Rael had some plastic bags on his hands which I concluded were the groceries my mother had bought.

I immediately looked away and focused on the crochet pouch I was making.

And why is he here?

"Darling, can you please get some snacks for Rael? We still have chocolate cake there, right?" Mama told me so I was left with no choice but to obey her.

I glanced at Rael when I stood up. I caught him staring at me. I heard Mama telling him to sit while waiting for me. What is he doing here?

He followed me in the kitchen to put the groceries in there.

"Thank you so much, Rael. I will take care of this." I heard Mama.

"It is nothing, Lourdes."

I quietly sliced the cake and made orange juice for him because I am a nice neighbor.

When I came back in the living room, he was already sitting on the sofa. He fixed his posture when he saw me.

I raised a brow at him.

I put the plate infront of him together with the juice and quietly went back to where I was sitting earlier. This is our house. Why would I be the one who should adjust?

"Can I buy this one?" His voice was soft.

I looked at him. I did not notice that he was holding the crochet pouch, the one with a bear. His expression was unreadable. I could not tell if he was serious with what he had said or what.

He was wearing a simple white v-neck shirt and chino shorts. His hair was slightly disheveled.

"For whom?" I asked in a calm voice, meeting his intense eyes.

"For me," he whispered softly.

"That design does not suit you," I could not help but commented.

He pouted, dropping his gaze on the other crochet pouches on the table.

"Which of these suits me then?" he asked me.

I averted my gaze and tried to think about what design suits him. But the designs were all colorful. I have just noticed right at this moment that the bear was the only design that can be considered for a man.

But that design does not suit him. And it is far from his personality to have this kind of crochet pouch. Suit himself. I am not forcing him to buy so if he ever realizes that the crocheting pouch is ugly, that is his problem.

"Are you really going to buy one?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

His forehead creased. "I will. Don't you want me to buy one?"

I did not argue with him.

"This is a business. You should not ask for a discount, okay?" I told him if ever he was planning to ask for a discount.

His thick brows met. "I am not asking for a discount."

"I am just telling you. Do not be like Lucille who almost wants to get these pouches for free." I pouted. "I think that design is perfect for you. I am sure you are into colorful things."

"It does not matter to me," his voice was tender.

"That costs one hundred." I smiled sweetly.

He stared at me longer than he should before he averted his gaze. "Okay..." he whispered as he took out his leather wallet from his pocket.

I pouted as I continued crocheting, waiting for his payment.

"I can get the change tomorrow," he uttered making me looked at him.

A one thousand peso bill was in his hand.

"That is too big, Rael."

He pouted. I could clearly see that he was suppressing his lips to lift up. I creased my brows.

"I do not have change for that," I said and went back to crocheting.

I heard him sighed deeply. I looked up at him when he stood up from his seat.

"Wait for me. I will be quick," he said and walked away. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Love." I looked at where the voice came from. Simoun had just entered our house while Rael was on his way to the door. Simoun was frowning at him.

I put down the crochet pouch and stood up. Simoun went to me and planted a kiss on my cheek.

"I did not expect that you have a visitor. Who is he?" Simoun asked in a firm tone.

"Uhm..." I quickly glanced at Rael who was now staring at me through his cold eyes. His both hands were dug into his pockets.

"H-He is Rael. He is our neighbor, Simoun," I answered, smiling a bit.

"Really? Anyway, I brought you some pizza, donut, ice cream and pasta from my favorite restaurant. Yup. I know. Too many foods but I have a lot of money. And didn't you mention yesterday that you wanted fruit cake? And because I love you, of course, I bought one for you."

My eyes were drifting from them. Rael was just watching us. I do not even know how to make him leave.

"Bro, I think you can leave now? Her boyfriend is here. You should go home."

My jaw dropped at Simoun's words.

I saw Rael's brow raised. His eyes darkened as he stared at Simoun.

"I am sorry. Do not worry. I do not have any bad intention," Rael uttered in a casual tone.

"That's good to know then. I just do not want any man being near to my girlfriend," Simoun stated rudely.

"Uhm." I decided to insert myself. "Rael, you can pay the pouch tomorrow." I smiled a bit.

He pouted as he stared at me for a moment before he looked away and nodded a bit. "Okay..." he whispered.

I watched as he disappeared from my sight before I glanced at Simoun who was looking at where Rael exited.

"Let's go? Mama is in their room. My father is not yet home," I said before leading the way.

Simoun had a lot of stories to share. While we were eating, he has been talking while I was just listening.

"Mom wants me to settle down already. I'm turning 30 this year. And I told her that I am just waiting for you to be ready," he said suddenly which made me so shocked.

I felt like I could not even swallow the donut. I grabbed the juice and gulped it down.

"I am not rushing you. Especially now that you can't remember anything. I will wait until you can remember everything before we get married. You are the only woman I want, Yula. I will wait for you," he continued which made me shocked even more.

"Simoun, I still have not made you my boyfriend." I stared directly into his eyes.

He nodded. "I know. But I am sure that you will eventually. It is better for us to have our plan for our future."

My lips parted, blinking multiple times at his words. He stared at me and suddenly, his eyes flashed with annoyance but it immediately vanished.

"Do not tell me you have no plans in marrying me?" He laughed and shook his head. "I am just kidding. I know that you will never do that. I am rich. You will never find someone like me," he said with confidence.

If Sol did not come, I was probably going insane everything that Simoun has been telling me. My mind could even process his words at all.

I stood up to find out why Sol knocked

"Yula, can I ask for your help, dear? I am going to the small market tonight. I forgot to buy some stuff because I was not able to bring my list. And Rael has migraine so he can't come with me," she said while glancing at Simoun every so often.

"Oh. Is that so?" I looked at Simoun. He stood up and checked on us. His palm rested on my back gently.

"What is it?"

"Oh! I did not know you have a visitor, dear. Uhm, I think I can go by myself. I can manage, Yula. Even though my back is hurting, I still can manage to carry the things that I will buy."

I shook my head immediately. "I will go with you. Do not worry."

"I can drive you. So you will not need to commute," Simoun volunteered which made Sol shook her head immediately.

"No need, dear. I do not want to bother you. I think it is better for you if you will go home. It is very dangerous if you are going home late in the evening."

I silently agreed to Sol. And I wanted Simoun to leave. I feel like our conversation about marriage made me so exhausted. I could not bring myself to listen to him anymore.

"Go home now, dear. You know how dangerous this place is."

"Sol is right, Simoun." I smiled a bit.

"Uhm, okay. But I can drive you to wherever you are going and then I will just go home straight as soon as I dropped you off."

I was about to say something when Sol talked.

"There is no need for that, dear. It is fine with us. You should leave now. You might get stuck on traffic."

I watched Simoun's car slowly disappeared. Sol went home to get the list of the things she needed to buy. I went to their house.

I saw Rael coming out from their house. Sol was behind him. When he saw me, he just stared at me through serious eyes.

"Rael can drive us. He said that his head does not hurt that much. Come here, dear," Sol told me and help my arm.

I looked at Rael who was walking infront of us. I furrowed my brows.

"What are we going to use?" I asked Sol.

"I burrowed Lando's owner. And has your visitor left already?"

"Yes. He just left few minutes ago."

She nodded and smiled. "That is good then," she whispered.