Chapter 99 A Perfect Man Nicholas then continued before I could say anything, âYou have to eat something even if you donât have the appetite. It tastes so good, I promise youâre going to love it anyway!â
Seeing as he was so enthusiastic about it, I decided to not refuse his offer. After all, we had originally agreed that I would treat him to a meal.
However, he drove straight up South Hill instead of heading to another restaurant.
There was a famous observation deck located at the top of South Hill which provided a stunningly beautiful view of the city, especially after the lights came on at night.
The winding mountain road was illuminated by street lights lined up on both sides. I had expected to see the entrance to the observation deck shortly after, but I was greeted by a bunch of luxurious villas instead.
âDid we take a wrong turn?â I asked in confusion while glancing about.
âNope, this is where I live,â Nicholas said as he drove toward one of the villas and parked his car in the front yard. âAll right, weâre here.â
Whatâs going on here? Didnât he say he was taking me to dinner? I thought to myself as I got out of the car.
âWell? What are you waiting for? Go on in!â Nicholas began tugging at my hand when he saw me standing there, seemingly in a daze.
Still rooted to the spot, I stammered awkwardly, âIâ¦Iâm not so sure about thisâ¦â
Nicholas raised an eyebrow at me after a brief pause and asked, âWhat? Are you scared that Iâll do something nasty to you?â
I shook my head profusely. âNo, I just⦠I just think itâs a little inappropriate for me to come to your house like this.â
âIâm the only one living here, so thereâs nothing to worry about! Come on, letâs go!â he said with a chuckle.
Having no other excuse to refuse him, I simply kept quiet and followed him inside.
Nicholas handed me a brand new pair of menâs slippers after going through the front door, but I spotted a pair of pink womenâs slippers inside the shoe cabinet.
That sparked a flame of curiosity in my heart, but I chose not to ask him about it out of respect for his privacy.
Nicholasâ villa was huge, and the light from the chandelier revealed its unique decor.
âMake yourself at home,â he said as he sat me down on the couch and turned on the television before walking off.
After sitting there for a good few minutes, I couldnât stand the boredom and walked toward the kitchen.
Nicholas was cutting up some vegetables when I entered the kitchen.
âWhyâd you come over? Did you get bored sitting there by yourself? I was going to whip up a couple more dishes, but there isnât anything else left in the refrigerator, so I made you some pasta instead. Will you be okay with that?â
He was so skilled at it that he said all that while looking at me instead of the chopping board.
âYeah, sure.â
Of course, Iâd be okay with it! Iâd eat anything Nicholas cooks!
As I took a few steps closer, I realized he was actually multitasking by boiling the noodles with one hand while cooking the sauce with the other.
I felt my appetite building up again when I smelled the fragrant aroma.
âWow⦠You really are talented, Nicholas! I bet whoever is lucky enough to marry you in the future would be the happiest wife on earth!â
âHow sweet of you! Iâll give you an extra spoonful of Bolognese sauce for your kind words!â
I let out a chuckle when I heard that, and whatever negative emotions I had from earlier slowly vanished.
After eating a huge plate of spaghetti, my tummy was so full that it got a little bloated.
âYou know what, Nicholas? You could start up a restaurant with pasta dishes being your specialty after retiring from the entertainment industry! I bet youâd have a long queue of customers lining up every day!â
Nicholas gave it some thought and played along by saying, âSure, that could work! If I start up a restaurant, Iâll make you my special VIP customer and give you a 10% discount on every visit!â
âIf thatâs the case, Iâll have all three meals of the day at your restaurant!â
We both burst into laughter after I said that.
To be honest, Nicholas had truly surprised me that night. Without having to worry about his image as a superstar, he seemed a lot friendlier and playful than usual.
As we continued chatting, I noticed the bruise on the corner of his mouth and felt my guilt creeping up on me once again.
âThank you for helping me out so much today, Nicholas. Iâm sorry you got hit because of me⦠Iâ¦I donât know what to sayâ¦â
âStop thanking me all the time. Youâve always thanked me at least once on every single one of our encounters. If you really see me as a friend, then you should stop thanking me so much. I mean, you wouldnât do the same with Shannon, would you?â
âOf course, I see you as a friend! But you did help me out a lot, so I didnât know what else to say exceptâ¦â
âDonât say those words!â Nicholas cut me off with a stern look on his face.
âOkay, I wonât. Can I at least treat your wound, then? Do you have a first-aid kit?â
âItâs in the cabinet under the TV.â
I quickly scurried off and retrieved the first-aid kit from the cabinet.
I then sprayed some rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab and said, âThis is going to hurt a little, so try your best to hold still. Iâll try to be as gentle as I can.â
Nicholas let out a helpless chuckle. âIâm not a kid, okay?â
Obviously, I knew he was an adult and could definitely put up with the pain, but seeing that wound on his face still made me incredibly nervous.
This better not leave a scar or his family members, his manager, and his fans would hunt me down for sure!
Although he didnât make a sound, I saw him frown the moment the cotton swab touched his wound and quickly moved it out of the way.
âSee? I told you it would hurt! Why didnât you move out of the way when you saw him coming?â I asked while gently blowing on his wound.
As I was about to continue treating his wound, he moved his face away and took the cotton swab out of my hand.
âWhatâs wrong?â I asked when I saw the strange look in his eyes. Is the pain too much for him?
âNothing, itâs just a tiny wound anyway.â
Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was mostly treated and decided to not insist on it any further.
Regardless, I still handed him two anti-inflammatory pills and said, âHere, take these. Itâll help speed up the recovery.â
Instead of taking the pills immediately, Nicholas simply held them in his hand and stared at me for a while before asking, âLiliana, do you mind telling me whatâs going on between you and Dominic?â
I was packing the stuff back into the first-aid kit and froze when I heard that.
âItâs fine if you donât feel like talking about it.â
I closed the lid on the box and said slowly, âItâs a very old story, but I donât mind telling you if you want to hear it.â
I then took a moment to reorganize my thoughts and was about to start when the doorbell rang all of a sudden.
We both looked toward the door at the same time.