Chapter 51: Chapter 51

Isabella's pov;

"What exactly are you doing here?" While I was serving the customers, I asked Mr Martinez.

"Of course, for eating." And slid onto the seat.

Since he was at my table, I took his order and murmured, "Don't eat outside very much."

Suddenly, he kissed my cheeks and whispered, "Thank you for being concerned about me, but how will I see you then?"

Out of shyness, I dashed to the restroom after giving the orders at the service area. What made him suddenly kiss me? I should have become angry at him, but instead I ran over here. When I looked in the mirror, my cheeks and ears were as red as Tomato. You are not a teen! Stop getting shy just from an unexpected kiss!

I got out of the bathroom after washing my face when I heard a knock on the door.

When I was going to leave after serving Mr Martinez, he looked around and commented, "Looks like you're getting a lot of customers."

"Since the CEO of Skyland corporation started eating here, many people have been here to try it."

"Am I assisting you with your business?"

I nodded and went away from him to attend to other customers.

I noticed him leave the restaurant while I was processing orders. Why didn't he announce his departure? He could have at least waved to me before departing.

"Are you missing your husband already?" Emily asked.

"Yeah…"

"Follow him. Dylan and I look after the customers."

"It's all right. Furthermore, he is a busybody. Also, don't refer to him as hubby. It's strange."

She laughed at me and returned to her job.

During our lunch break, as we all sat down to dine together,

Victor, "How is your marriage going?"

Mike, "She is always present. What do you think the outcome will be?"

Emily, "She does miss him a lot."

"Give me some time to swallow my food. To the question you asked me why I am always here, Because I love my restaurant more than anything," I explained.

Dylan, "Guys appreciate it when girls prioritise them over anything. He'll probably be sad on the opposite side because his wife is always working in the restaurant."

"When it comes to work, I'm better than him. He doesn't even eat when he's working on anything important. In contrast, I eat anytime I have free time and even when there isn't any."

Olivia, "Take a break and spend time with him. This is the age when you should prioritise yourself over job. You can work whenever you want."

Mike, "She is correct. If you continue to distance yourself in this manner, you will eventually fall out of love."

Olivia, "You don't have to frighten her in that way. Take some time off, Bella, and accompany him to destinations. Do you understand?"

"Yeah," I said as I ate my dinner.

Everyone leaves when the clock strikes ten. I went to bed and lay down on it to sleep. I've stopped seeing his automobile around the corner of the street since I married him. Sh*t! I'm missing him!

The following day,

Mr Martinez did not arrive at the restaurant for lunch. Emily asked, "Looking for your hubby?" while I was staring at the door.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call him that? Are you hard of hearing?"

"I know exactly where he is."

"He'll be working in his office."

"He's here," she murmured, shaking her head.

"What?" I looked around, but He wasn't there. "Who are you trying to fool?" I inquired.

"Look for yourself," she joked as she led me to the storage room.

When I looked up, I noticed Mr Martinez talking to Mike.

Emily, "You appear to be about to devour him. Do you really miss him? Didn't you just see him yesterday?"

"What are they talking about?" I inquired.

"I'll get back to the front home," she remarked with a shrug.

"Wait, I'll accompany you." And followed her.

After everyone had departed, I tried to seal the door at night, but I noticed a car with furniture stopped in front of the restaurant.

Two men stepped out of the car and began removing the furnishings before walking towards me.

"W-Wait, who exactly are you? Why are you bringing them here?"

"They requested delivery to this establishment."

"Delivery? I believe you have the incorrect address. I didn't order anything, because this is a restaurant, not a home with all of those furnishings."

"This is the address mentioned here," they said after checking the address. I was shown the delivery receipt.

"But I couldn't recall anything."

Mr Martinez arrived and parked behind this guy's car.

"Please wait here."

I approached Mr Martinez and stated, "These individuals are attempting to bring that furniture into my restaurant. I double-checked the address and it was correct..."

"I was the one who asked them to deliver those to this location?"

"And for what?"

"Because I'll need items in my room."

"Room?"

"Yes, I purchased the first floor from Mr. Halls. I'll be living here from now on." And moved away from me in favour of those guys.

They talked, and those people began taking the furniture into the restaurant. Mr Martinez smiled and turned to wave at me.

I called Mike and inquired about what had just occurred here.

He said, "Can we discuss this tomorrow? I'm exhausted." And then the call was terminated. If you're sleeping, why did you answer my phone so quickly? I'm aware you're not sleeping.

I returned my phone to my pocket and approached him.

Mr Martinez, "All right, let's go in."

"You can't possibly live here. Take your belongings and depart."

"Can you help me bring the goods upstairs?" he massaged my nose.

He said, while I was staring at him, "It's all right. I'll go get them myself." And entered the restaurant.

I set the keys down and penned a note, "When you're through, close the restaurant. And we have to discuss it tomorrow." And went to the changing room to sleep.

I opened my door after hearing a knock and seeing Mr Martinez.

"What is it?"

"I received the note!" He displayed the stick note I had left for him.

"Congratulations." I shut the door and went to bed.

From the other side of the door, he shouted, "I shut down the restaurant... I'm heading upstairs... Have a nice night... If you're feeling lonely, come upstairs..."

I ultimately fell asleep after closing my ears with a cushion.

The following day,

"What happened?" I asked Mike.

"He came to me and said he is lonely without you, so I suggested that living together may help. So he asked if he might buy the upstairs so he could be with you here. After some deliberation, I agreed to him and signed a contract with him. Don't look at me like that. I know you're lonely as well." And proceeded to the kitchen.

"Good morning," Mr Martinez murmured as he leaned over my shoulder.

He was dressed and ready to depart for his workplace when I turned around.

"Are you really going to stay here?"

"There's a surprise for you," he replied rapidly.

"What is it?"

He looked at the time and said, "In a few minutes." And smiled at me.

Big brother entered the diner, greeted me, and said to Mr Martinez, "Are you prepared, Sir? Can we leave now?... Let's meet in the evening, Bella," he murmured, turning to face me. And then he went with Mr Martinez.

After they both left, I noticed Rose and Kirk walking inside restaurant as I was clearing the table.

"How are you guys doing?"

They hugged me and asked, "How's the surprise?"

"It appeals to me. What do you want to eat?"

Rose, "We're not here as clients. We here to assist you."

"What?"

"Yes, because Mr Martinez is staying here, we'll be here as well."

"How about you?" I inquired of Kirk.

"The same thing. I can assist you with those matters." Said when demonstrating the service area.

"I'm delighted you came to help me, however..."

The customers entered.

"Where is the menu card?" Rose inquired. And went to get them, taking the menu card from the table.

"I'll accompany her as well," Kirk says.

"Wait. Come along with me."

I led him to the kitchen, introduced him to Olivia, Mike, and Victor, and told them, "Take him on as a line cook. He is an excellent cook. He owns the recipe for Cioppino that I gave you that day."

"That was an incredible Cioppino we had," Olivia said.

As soon as they met, they began talking to each other like colleagues.

Before the customers arrived, I exited the restaurant and cleared the remaining tables.

The clock strikes six o'clock. I was counting the supplies in the storage area when I heard someone enter. I turned around to see who it was.

"Do you want something, Dylan?"

"I came here to get some frozen steak."

"Okay."

"What are you doing?" he said after selecting the meat.

"I'm going over the stocks."

"Okay." He walked out of the storage room.

After a time, I heard Dylan enter.

"What exactly do you want now, Dylan?"

"I'm not Dylan," I heard Mr Martinez's voice.

"How did you...?"

"I came to get shrimp."

"What?"

"Your new line cook requested it."

"Kirk? When did he start placing orders around you?" And then, "Wait a minute, I'll look it up for you."

"It's bitterly cold here. How do you deal with it?"

"I grew accustomed to it." And handed over the shrimp-filled bag.

"Aren't you coming?" he questioned as he was leaving.

"I haven't completed going through the stocks yet."

I kept checking the stocks after he left. Since Christmas is approaching, we'll need extra supplies, so I'm inspecting the amount so that I may order if there aren't enough.

The clock strikes ten o'clock. I exited the restaurant and went to the locker room.

"Wait," Mr Martinez.

He handed me a warm glass of milk, which I accepted and thanked him for.

"In my room, I have a heater."

"I grew accustomed to sleeping without it." And after washing the glass, I stored it in the cabinet.

"If you don't sleep with the heater on, you'll catch cold. You spent more time in the storage room today."

"When did you begin to care?"

"Perhaps when I first fell in love with you."

I let out a sigh and said, "Only this time," I thought for a moment. And went to my room to get the pillows and blankets.

I knocked on the door as I walked upstairs. Why am I feeling so tense?

He walked inside after opening the door.

When I glanced at his room, it was nice, just like how he had it in his house. Those artworks, as well as the furnishings and the bed.

"You can sleep in the bed, and I'll sleep on the couch." Said while trying not to stare at my eyes. Sh*t! Is he nervous as well? Damn!

"You can sleep on the bed too. It's not like we haven't slept together."

"Really?" he exclaimed, excited.

"Yeah." So, Please don't make me nervous.

I sat on the bed with the pillow and blanket, feeling increasingly embarrassed in his presence.

He switched out the light and lied down next to me. I noticed it when the bed shook slightly.

I couldn't fall asleep! Why couldn't I fall asleep? I tried to sleep by closing my eyes hard, but I couldn't. I believe I'm nervous because it's been months. Sh*t!

"Why is it so difficult?" Mr Martinez exclaimed loudly.

"What's difficult?" I questioned as I sat up.

He hit him across the face and replied, "I didn't mean that... I couldn't sleep, I mean."

I resisted my nervous and respectfully inquired, "Why?"

"I'm not sure."

"Perhaps it's because of the new location." And tried to go to sleep.

"Don't go to sleep leaving me like this." He pulled me towards him which made me fall on him.

"I… I'll get up…"

Before I could say anything, he wrapped his hands around my waist and murmured, "Let's do this for a while."

When I tried to stand up, I landed on him and unintentionally kissed his lips.

"That was not my intention! That was..."

He drew into a kiss with me and kissed me fiercely. The intense kiss soon transformed into a heated kiss. Our tongues brushed against one another. He began kissing my neck, which progressed to sucking it while I was ruffling my hand through his hair.

"Let's sleep," he muttered as he broke the kiss. And lay down on the bed.

"What happened?"

"I'm hard."

While stroking my fingers down his abs, I said, "It's all right. Let's do it."

He snagged and pushed me down and asked, "Really? Can I do it?"

I nodded quickly, smiling at him.

I stopped him from unbuttoning my shirt and got out of bed, saying, "We can do it, but only after I accept your proposal." And smiled back.

"Have a good night, Mr Martinez," I murmured as I got the pillow and blanket and headed over to the couch.

"Y-You're…"

"Huh?"

"Nothing." Said with a upset face.

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow." And I went to sleep, closing my eyes.