Chapter 162 - The Lee Family (2/2)
”Jena, are you sure you don't want to add more to the guest list?” Mrs. So asked worriedly and she smiled at her as she nodded.
”Yes ma— mom,” she answered shyly, the word 'mom' pertaining to the old president's wife still alien to her lips but her effort obviously pleased the elder woman.
”Okay, I will update the caterers,” she said as she excused herself to hurry towards the telephone.
It was Mrs. So who volunteered to coordinate the wedding and she'd been on it since the day her son and Jena got engaged a week ago.
”Let's get inside and have you take your rest already,” Mr. So said as he ushered the three in the mansion.
The old couple insisted on putting Sam to bed, shooing the couple away and so Alvin and Jena were forced to go to their room to rest for the night.
”Are you okay?” Alvin asked as he stepped out of the shower.
He had nothing on except for the skimpy towel wrapped around his narrow hɨps, and a smaller one he used to dry his hair. They were given his old room and Jena was currently sitting on the side of the huge bed staring out into space.
Studying her profile, Alvin couldn't help but be overwhelmed by her beauty yet again. Even after eight years, the effect she had on him hadn't changed. He was still as awestruck and as love struck as he was that night on the dance floor.
”Jena?” he called again, this time as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
As if interrupting her train of thoughts, she turned to him with startled eyes.
”Are you okay?” he asked once again and watched as an array of emotions crossed his fiancée's face.
”Sorry…I was just thinking,” she answered shyly upon seeing his state of undress as he sat next to her.
”Is it too much to hope that you're thinking about me?” the young president teased making the other turn crimson and he couldn't help but feel happy. ”So, you were thinking about me,” he stated smugly and Jena tapped his arm in annoyance.
”I'm thinking about you and your family!” she protested and Alvin smilingly pulled her against him.
”You mean our family?” he corrected her softly and he smiled against the top of her head when she nodded.
”You have very nice parents. Sam and I are so lucky,” she whispered fondly, thinking of the old president and his wife as she snuggled against him.
Her future husband's skin felt cool against her cheek.
”You have nice parents too— and nice siblings!” Alvin countered smilingly as he remembered the time he visited her family five days ago and the Wangs all fussed over him like mother hens, delighted with the new addition to the family.
The young president had the time of his life being doted on in return. ”They called me handsome,” he said smugly and he was rewarded by a playful slap on the ċhėst.
”Don't let those words get into your head,” she scolded just as he shifted on the bed. ”Let's sleep. It's a busy day tomorrow,” she reminded her husband-to-be as she lay on the cushions and covered herself from head to toe.
Yes, when Jena said she'd let him into hers and Sam's lives, Alvin didn't waste time on just being in a relationship. He had coerced her into agreeing to marry him in a matter of two weeks.
His logic? Why waste time in courtship when they could be spending those times married already? He knew he was really pushing his luck and thank God that she loved his parents. They really played a big role in her decision.
Anyway, during those two weeks that they formally dated until a week ago when they got engaged, he had been a true gentleman. Even though he was dying to make love to her, he had controlled himself and made do with those kisses they shared.
With a sigh, he stood up and got himself dressed. There's no need to keep her awake, thinking he'd ravish her in the middle of the night if he'd sleep like usual: nȧkėd.
Having dressed in his pajamas, well, just the bottom at least, he joined his fiancée on the bed and gathered her in his arms. With her resting on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her waist, he whispered a silent goodnight against her ears as he closed his eyes to sleep.
”Good night Mrs. So…”