Capítulo 18: You're the best

The more Fil thought about Vincent, his lies, and everything about him, the more Fil felt unforgiving. Every time he would contact her, all she could see was how laughable she was. Vincent, Marianne, and everyone who knew about her and their affair probably laughed their asses off whenever they see her.

She couldn't blame them, though.

Fil was a true laughingstock.

Someone who would jump in joy at the little effort Vincent would make; a woman who would blush every time he would tell her words of love, and run to him like a dog no matter what time of the day he needed her.

But now, it was clear as day that Vincent and Fil were on different pages in this relationship. While Fil would do anything for him, worship him like a god, Vincent had her at the last of his priorities. She would probably understand if he was busy, but she knew he didn't have any important appointments today. Yet, he was expecting her to appreciate bringing her food and medicines twelve hours after she said she was in pain?

Ridiculous.

Fil drove the rest of the journey, fuming in anger. But more than her anger toward Vincent, she was more disappointed in herself.

"So much for graduating with flying colors," she murmured as she stopped in the parking space near her apartment. "Tch."

Fil grabbed her things in irritation, grumbling to herself for going so low for a lowly man. Dignity? Who would have thought that one could lose their dignity without even losing their virginity? With how much of a slave she had become in the past years, she almost had no dignity left.

"What are medals for when you…" she trailed off as soon as she reached the third floor of the five-story apartment building. She lifted her gaze slowly, furrowing her brows upon seeing a figure standing near her front door.

Vincent.

"Hmm?" Vincent raised his brows, turning his head in her direction. "Fil."

'I didn't want to see him,' she thought, watching him jog in her direction.

"What are all these?" he asked, gazing down at the tupperwares wrapped with a large cloth. "Did you visit your parents?"

"Mhm."

"Oh, that's why you're not here."

Fil blinked and blinked, keeping her eyes on him.

"Anyway, I brought you some snacks!" Vincent lifted the plastic bag in his hand, smiling from ear to ear. "Since I've been here for an hour, I bought a new ice cream. The first one melted."

Again, Fil didn't respond.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked when he noticed she was just looking at him emotionlessly. "What is it?"

"Won't you offer help?" she inquired, ignoring the plastic in his hand. "If you won't, then step aside. You're blocking my way and these are heavy."

Fil clicked her tongue, taking a step forward. She glanced at Vincent for a moment, scoffing as she continued her way to her unit.

"Oh, wait, Fil. Let me carry that for you!"

"No need." Fil didn't stop until she reached her door. She put the food down, took out her keys, and tried opening the door. The moment she unlocked it, she picked up the food her mother gave her and kicked the door open, not giving Vincent a chance to "help."

"Fil!" Vincent called in frustration, following her inside her apartment. But alas, she didn't stop and went straight to the kitchen to arrange the food in the fridge.

"Are you angry at me, Fil?" he asked as soon as he reached the kitchen, watching her untangle the cloth on the counter. "Is everything okay?"

Fil didn't respond.

"Are you angry at the fact it took me twelve hours to come here?" he continued in distress. "Fil, you got to understand. I'm a busy man. I work a lot — you know. I can't just come running to you in the middle of my meeting."

Vincent kept his eyes on her, but Fil wouldn't even look at him. After sighing a deep breath, he stepped into the kitchen and grabbed her arm, pulling her to force her to look at him.

"Fil," he called in dismay. "Just what did I do so wrong that you won't even look at me?"

This time, Fil slowly looked up at him. "What do you think you did so wrong that I don't even want to see you right now?"

"Nothing!"

"Nothing?"

"Yes, I did nothing!" he exclaimed in exasperation. "I just do what I normally do, went by my day, and then rushed here the moment I finished all my affairs."

Fil couldn't help but scoff after listening to his explanation. "You just did what you normally do, huh?"

"Yes!"

"Then we don't have a problem." She shook her head, eyes still on him. "If you did nothing wrong, then I don't have a reason to be angry. But if you do, then we have a problem. But since you claim you did nothing wrong, then sure."

"Filly…"

"I'm tired, Vincent. I had a very long day."

"So do I." Vincent released her arm and stepped back. "I also had a long day, Fil. Yet, I came here because I was worried. If only I knew this would have happened. I wouldn't have waited for you."

What a silly, spoiled man.

Fil could almost see herself going back to her old ways. She almost felt sorry and guilty for being upset, despite him, making an 'effort.' But not this time.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, taking a deep breath with her eyes closed. When she reopened her eyes, she forced a smile and took a step closer. "I'm sorry, okay? I just had a long day and I'm in my period. My mood is all over the place."

"Is that even an excuse?"

"Won't you forgive me?" she returned innocently, mimicking his ways whenever he would apologize. "I didn't mean to argue, but you kept pushing and pushing."

Fil sighed and held his hand, almost choking as she suddenly wondered what part of Marianne's body this hand touched.

"Let's not argue anymore," she breathed out, squeezing his hand as hers almost trembled. "Hmm? Let me arrange this first, okay?"

Vincent assessed her face before he sighed in surrender. "Fine, let's not argue. I'll wait for you in the living room."

"How about you help me?" she suggested, making his brows raise. "I might feel better now, but my body still feels a little sore. A help would be greatly appreciated."

"You want me to…" he trailed off, glancing at the food her mother prepared for her. Hesitation shone in his eyes, which didn't go past her eyes.

Vincent disliked the food in the countryside because he usually said the scent sticks to his clothes. It was the reason she never asked him to help her. But not this time. Inconveniencing him was a very shallow way to get back at him, but this would suffice for now.

"Filly…"

"Please?"

"Fine."

"Thanks!" Fil grinned, dragging him to the kitchen to where it stinks the most. She stopped at his side, eyes squinting until they were mere slits. "Thanks, Vincent. You're the best!"

Vincent smiled back reluctantly, sighing as he gazed down at the abomination in front of him. As soon as he did, he missed the sharp glint that flickered across her eyes.

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