His Ex Wife novel Chapter 22

Flashback

“How can you always be so sure that people like you that much Scott?” she asked sarcastically.

He chuckled proudly in return. He still had the ball in his hand.

She rolled her eyes and asked him, “And what are you doing here anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be in class yet?”

“Well, I could ask you the same question, we are in the same class for your information,” he said as he sat down and made himself comfortable on the ground, he threw his bag on the warm grass and put his ball aside and now, he just observed her, she still looked gorgeous, her face drawn taut in confusion.

“You know, you should learn how to chill, a bottle of wine or two wouldn’t hurt,” he proposed looking at her.

She watched him seriously, he was really a jerk. Without answering his silly queries, she got up with her wooden notebook now inside her bag, when Scott’s mighty arm pulled her down to where she was sitting again.

“What do you want?” she asked irritated at the extreme now.

“You!” he replied strictly and then changed his tone as he laughed, “Look at you! So serious and you call this a bunk…” he mocked her.

“I never invited you to this bunk!” she retorted, “and besides, you’ve distracted me from what I was thinking anyway so now, I might even go to class.”

“What will you do in class anyway? It’s better to be here, in the garden,” he laid on the grass and relaxed, his ball laid aside as he crossed his legs and closed his eyes.

Mariella watched him for a second, unsure of how to react. She sat down. Despair had not been as evident as before now.

“I don’t know if what I’m even doing is right, I should not have bunked any class today,” she said sadly.

Scott opened his eyes to see her expression, she was serious about that. He sat up and said, “Close your eyes.”

“What? Why?” she asked confused.

“Just close them,” he asked her again calmly.

Eying him suspiciously, she reluctantly closed her eyes.

“Now what?” she asked. Internally she felt like he was going to propose some silly game to light up her mood but he had to know that nothing was going to pacify her this time.

He smiled though looking at her innocent face.

“Tell me what your favorite place is,” he asked.

“So the game you choose is 21 questions?” she asked sarcastically immediately opening her eyes.

Scott immediately placed his palm over her eyes, “Cheater! I told you not to open your eyes! Now I’ll make sure you don’t open them,” his hand was placed firmly to cover her eyes.

“Okay okay,” she said still confused.

“So yes,” he continued, trying to remember, “What is your favorite place back in your home town?”

“Hmm…” she thought for a while, her mind running in the streets of Italy, where she was brought up, “the waffle place in Rome, it was not too far from my house, it was called Stefano Waffles, they had the best ice cream in all Italy,” her tone had now quickly switched from sad to excited.

He smiled and then continued, “What is your favorite ice cream flavor?”

She chuckled and then answered- his hand still covering her eyes, “I like anything that has chocolate in it, just not white chocolate or dark chocolate, the milk chocolate is the best…”