Chapter 61: Chapter 61

Isabella's pov;

Mr Martinez gave me a peck on my cheek and sat beside me to join breakfast. Why is he kissing me everytime he sees me?

I let out a yawn while eating my food.

"When did you go to sleep last night?"

"Around 11."

He patted my head and said, "Go to sleep before 10 from now on."

"Mr Martinez?" I used a soft voice.

He let out a chuckle and asked, "What is it?"

"Do I… still need to… pay that… ten million dollars?"

"You should."

"What!?

"No matter who you become to me. You have to pay the compensation."

"That's not fair."

He patted my head and said, "Work hard and pay me back." and made me smile.

While leaving for the company, he quickly gave me a kiss on the lips and said, "I'll be back soon." Which made me smile.

I waved at him when he was leaving the house. It feels like we're newlyweds.

In the afternoon, a maid informed me that there is a package waiting for me at the doorstep.

I came downstairs to check what it was. It was a big package. What might be inside this package?

I got a call.

"Mr Martinez?"

"Did the package arrive?"

"You're the one who ordered it?"

"Yes, did you open it?"

"Not yet."

"Okay."

I opened the package.

A guitar?

"Mr Martinez?"

"Yes, did you see it?"

"Yeah."

"Did you like it?"

"If you were here, I would have given you thousands of kisses till you get tired."

"I won't."

"Yeah, I know you won't. Well, why did you buy a guitar all of a sudden?"

"It's your graduation gift."

"I'm upset."

"Why? Didn't you like the gift?"

"You could have given it to me in person."

"No worries. I'll be back home quickly. After that, you can shower me with your kisses all you want."

"Fine. Just be home quickly. I'll be waiting for you."

I took the guitar upstairs and kept it in my room. I need something like a stand to support the guitar otherwise it will be scratched if I keep it on the floor."

I remember seeing a stand in Mr Martinez's working space.

I came to the second floor and entered the room. I looked around to remember where I saw it. While I was looking for the stand, I saw many files in his room. When I looked up, the stand was on the top of the shelf. Why is it placed up there? I tiptoed on my legs to reach it but I couldn't reach the stand. Why am I so small? I pulled the chair and stood on it to reach for the stand. When I took the stand, I tripped and was about to fall on the floor so I grabbed one of the shelves so as not to fall but my hand slipped since my hand was sweating and fell on the floor. All the files fell over me and when I looked around, the room was in a mess.

Mr Martinez is going to yell at me if he sees this.

I stood up and took every file from the floor one by one and arranged it on the desk table. I placed the papers inside the files and organised it. I stacked the files back into the shelves, while I was doing it, I saw Mr Martinez's medical reports. Why is it here?

I arranged the file, and saw the file. The hospital symbol looked the same as where Matthew Rodriguez was admitted. I looked through it and saw many copies of a single document. Why are there so many copies?

When I stood up from the floor, the coffee cup fell on the document I was holding onto. I flipped it to make it dry but the papers inside got soaked in the coffee. Who kept the coffee here!?

I dialled Ikea to ask for help from someone who's working in that hospital and asked to print another document to keep it in the document.

After sometime, Ikea called me and said, "There's wasn't any document in the document room. Are you sure it's from our hospital?"

"Yeah, your hospital symbol was here on the paper."

"Can you take a picture and send it to me?"

"Okay, wait."

I took pictures of the stained document and sent her the pictures and waited for her.

"Bella, I think those documents are fake."

"What?"

"The symbol is the same but those details are different."

"Why did you say it's fake?"

After hearing those words, I can't believe Mr Martinez would do something like this. Why does he have fake medical documents about him? I'm starting to have a doubt that it is only the documents that are fake or the phobia?

During dinner,

I waited for Mr Martinez in the hall. When he entered the house, he came straight to me and gave me a hug and pecked my cheeks.

"Are you mad at me?" He looked around and saw the guitar near the door and asked, "Why is it still here? Are you waiting for me to carry it to your room? Or Should I carry you both to the room?"

I removed his hand from my shoulder and stood still.

He asked, "Why are you still being mad at me? What do you want me to do?"

I took the documents and placed them before him.

"What is it?" He took the files and looked at it and asked, "What are you doing with these documents? Did you go to my working space again?"

"If i didn't go there, i wouldn't have found out about this."

"What are you speaking about?"

"Those documents are fake."

"What?"

"I asked my friend who is working in the same hospital in which these documents are from. She said it's a fake medical report. And I went to a hospital and asked about the report by myself." And throwed the files on him and shouted, "Everything is fake!!!" And dropped on the floor.

Big brother tried to walk to me but Mr Martinez stopped him.

"Tell me… please tell me that the only thing that is fake is a document." I looked at him with teary eyes and asked, "Don't you have something to tell me?"

"What?"

"You really have nothing to say to me?"

"Can you be more specific?"

"Specific? You're so shameless! Were you having fun watching me fall for your lies? Wasn't it exciting? Wasn't it nice to make me into a fool?"

When he touched me, I snapped and said, "You lied to me, Mr Martinez. You don't have a phobia. You don't have a fear of touching or being touched. You lied to me."

He held my hand and said, "I'll tell you everything so please calm down."

I removed his hands and wiped my tears and tried to walk out of the house.

He held my hand and asked, "Where are you going in the middle of the night?"

"Please, don't! I already feel so broke. Please…"

"Bella…"

"No! I don't want to hear it anymore… When you confessed to me, did I say anything in return as a 'yes' ? You just assumed that I like you too. You never asked me… don't search for me, don't show me your face ever again. You and I. It's over." And left the house.