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“I was feeling in a good mood and thought it would be a good idea. You're already so tired every day, darling.”
“I can finish...” I tried to get closer, but she held out her hand for me to move away.
“I may be old, but I can still handle the kitchen.”
“But...”
“Take a shower, Helena. Change your clothes and rest.”
“Okay.” I nodded in agreement. “But you have to promise to be very careful not to burn yourself.”
“I got it.”
“Grandma...”
“I promise. Just go!”
“Okay.” I laughed as I left the kitchen.
I went to the bathroom, put my clothes aside, and allowed myself a moment to relax. The week was over again. And over those days, I had managed to stop thinking about the twins' father. I never saw him again, and every day that followed, it was the driver who was there. They said goodbye to me, but I didn't say a word to the guy, who seemed very serious. What was I going to do? Ask him about his boss. No way!
It was for the best. If I never saw Thomas Lennox again, I could forget that arrogant lawyer and everything that had happened the week before.
My life would be exactly the same again.
I finished my shower and was heading to my room, wrapped in a towel, when my grandmother shouted from the living room.
“Helena, there's a handsome man waiting for you.”
“Handsome man?” I asked low enough so that she couldn't hear me or answer me.
I hurried to my room and put on a sweatshirt because it was the first thing I found.
As soon as I stepped into the living room, I was startled. Of all the people in the world and the guys I knew, the last one I expected to see sitting in my grandmother's armchair was Thomas. He lowered his eyes, and those two blue pools completely disconcerted me.
“What are you doing here?” It took a while before I could muster the breath to question him.
“Hello, Helena.”
“How did you find out where I live?”
“Did I leave you at the door, or did you forget?”
“But I don't remember telling you where my apartment was.” I clenched my teeth so hard that my jaws ached.
“A very nice neighbor in the lobby helped me with that.”
“Gossip,” I grumbled.
“Poor thing. She was very kind.”
“Go away!” I indicated the door.
“Helena.” My grandmother scolded me.
“That guy had better stay far away from here.”
“I thought I'd take you to dinner. How would you like to have something to eat with me? Do you like Asian cuisine, or do you prefer something more Italian?”