Chapter 19: Long Awaited Appearance
For the same reason, he was all in smiles right now; she couldn't help but heave a sigh.
Nathalie tried to tug the jacket, now comfortable, while such a branded jacket perched on her svelte shoulders. "W—Well, what about you?"
"I'm stronger than you think." He shrugged as though the eco-bags he carried were never a problem to him.
"Whatever you say."
Even with their slinked arms back on track, she reached for his hand. Once touched, their fingers intertwined, no gaps left found in between. Both noticed the surge of warmth from their clasped hands.
They looked at each other in the eyes, and the two laughed like there was no tomorrow. Even with their guise, there was no hint of malice found.
"This is passable. We're almost there." She pointed with the wrapped manuscript in her other hand.
"I can see that, but you should let your boyfriend take the heavy stuff for you." Without waiting for her approval, he quickly pulled it away from her and tucked it beside him. "You're free to carry your sling bag; even if I did, you wouldn't agree to it, right?"
"Thank you for that." She beamed ever-so-warmly.
He had a pompadour haircut hidden beneath his usual beret, but he decided to ruin his hair to give off an effect such as disheveled fringes and bangs. His entire appearance was no different from a model in a magazine.
"Looks like you went to a lavish salon for your get-up."
Jonathan peered at her before putting up a wide grin.
"I have to be presentable, Nathalie. I must show them how a rich gentleman should act, am I not?"
Nathalie squinted, letting her silence speak to him.
'Even his accent changed into something sophisticated.'
"Alright, Mr. Jonathan Kyle Lewis."
Truthfully, Jonathan had a prominent modeling career in his history when he submitted his resume, but Nathalie knew why he was up for the unique job.
He also learned several languages, had neat and outstanding profiles like a masters degree holder of astrophysics and a title holder: a middleweight champion.
In an interview, he showed certificates from training, and licenses how he was well-trained to use firearms and whatnot.
Nathalie could go over it for days, but she didn't have to dwell further because she almost won the lottery.
A man with plenty of tricks up his sleeve, this alone would secure her life and live properly without her worrying about danger.
To be fair, she was somehow thankful to Daisy, if not her referrals, then she would still be looking for a suitable bodyguard. But even if she got one, she wondered if he would be as capable as Jonathan.
Either way, Jonathan was satisfied with the amount of incentives he would receive. To him, she was different from employers. Most of the contracts he signed opt for exclusive contracts. But even if hers was also exclusive, it was almost non-exclusive.
She remembered how Jonathan clarified the terms and conditions but she was firm about it, almost retorted how she felt personally attacked as though her intelligence was that low. Withal, she called the lawyer and assisted throughout the discussion.
Nathalie understood the situation, even if she was in his shoes. It would seem too good to be true. He mentioned he would need some time to think but it didn't take long for him to take the opportunity.
Great amount of freedom, leisure on top of the salary and other benefits, one might as well sell their soul to take such a task.
Jonathan chuckled deeply, then gazed upfront. "Great. I think we're here?"
"Not yet."
A great frown formed on his forehead, which had him lean to the side, close to her whispering. "Huh? But we had a brief meeting about this—"
"You're too close." Nathalie backed a little; his warm breath brushed her earlobe, which was a weird sensation to her.
"Sorry."
"They might see the car, silly. Besides, this is a good form of exercise, you think so?"
Jonathan scoffed at her. "Might as well act as the rich guy then. Besides, I'd rather do a couple of reps in the gym or run on a treadmill at least." His eyes then scoured on the rural street; some people went back and forth from the path.
Most of them were of middle age to elders, and soon as they spotted them. They earned whispers from here and there. But it didn't take long for them to recognize who she was…
"My God, Nathalie, you haven't changed a bit!" An elder hollered at her.
"That's very kind of you to say, Mr. Aldrien. I'm in a hurry if you excuse us." Nathalie smiled before she linked back at Jonathan.
Their inaudible voices turned into choral that continued to buzz their ears. When they were a tad far from the main street, Jonathan couldn't help but mumble from their comments.
"Wow, what nosy neighbors."
"What do you expect in rural areas?" Nathalie puckered her lips. "Oh! We're almost there!"
One must say that her house bore an impression of humble beginnings, nothing grand that was in the frontage of the house, but it was more than decent. The mansion that she owned and this was, in no way, comparable.
Nathalie clicked on the button, and it started to buzz.
It took several seconds for them to hear sudden thuds that grew larger and louder than it was before. Opening the small gate was Nathalie's Mother, Julia, in a green tailored dress that draped up to her ankles with a black jacket that she wore from the cold, covered her mouth and on the verge of tears.
"My Talia… I—waited for so long, you're here!" she croaked, trudging close to her with a big hug. Of course, the obedient and loving daughter that she was, she reciprocated without a hitch.
Both of them had a warm embrace for who knew how long; on the other hand, Jonathan remained beside her, smiling at them.
"I miss you so much. We all do—" Before, Julia had hiccups, then she turned hostile soon as she glared at Jonathan, "Who are you?"
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