Chapter 81: Side Story-13
RUTH
"Come in." A grumpy voice calls out from inside and I suck in a deep breath. I squeeze John’s hand as I creak open the black stainless door.
His father is sitting at the end of the room, scribbling something on his pad. John said that his father was a lawyer. It explains his knife-sharp gaze and sharp tongue. I am grateful that John is nothing like his father. Nor I would have to listen to his harsh reasoning and counters for the rest of my life.
I and John slowly walk inside the study. It’s nothing fancy but anyone can tell by just one look that whoever owns this space is a very knowledgeable person because the room is filled with the smell of rich lather and old books. The wall is covered with the huge tall bookshelves and one can tell by a look that every one of them has been read.
"Sir." I regard him most formally and politely as I can manage. My heart is beating in my throat. I am feeling as if it is trying to jump out. Never did I think that I would be this nervous to make a conversation with someone.
John’s father, Nicolas lifts his head from his pad and looks at us from above his glasses. His reading glasses have slid down his nose bridge slightly. "You came." He acknowledges and puts away his quill and pad.
"Father." John squeaks, "You called us."
"Indeed. I did call you." Nicolas clasps his hand over the table. "I wanted to talk about whatever you two are doing."
"We love each other," John states firmly. His voice and gaze are not wavering and they know what they are doing. It makes the tension on my shoulders sooth away a little. John is clasping my hand so tightly that I am afraid he will make my blood circulation stop.
"Yes, sir." I step forward to carry the weight of his father’s gave together. "Me and John, we love each other."
"And you two are serious about it?" Nicolas let’s go his tongue.