Chapter 375 - Three Hundred And Seventy-five: Tarzan And Jane (2/2)

He felt Isabella draw him closer and then came to his side to announce, ”You can open your eyes now,”

Slowly, Pedro peeled his eyes open, having a high expectation for whatever surprise she has in store for him.

”Wow,” Pedro gasped when he saw the small clearing in front of them. The small bush around the clearing was filled with rose flowers as if someone had intentionally cultivated them there.

”I sat down and learned we haven't gotten to spent time together as a real couple without conflict, interference from our parents and 'siblings'...” she said that one a little too hard.

”So I decided to prepare this little picnic. How is it?” she glanced up with anticipation of a positive reply.

”Wow,” Pedro laughed, ”This is unbelievable. How did you even find it here? It's something out of this world,” He admired the wildflowers.

”Well, while I was looking around, I heard the men talking about some romantic spot in the forest where they could take their girlfriend for a fun time,” She whispered, ”So I decided to lay claim to it first,”

”You're amazing,” He pecked her on the lips.

At that moment, Isabella felt joy in her heart like never before. The smile on his face made her contented - she was proud to know she was the one responsible for that smile.

”We should start the picnic before the food gets cold,” she informed him, going ahead to remove the material she had draped over the basket to prevent those annoying rodents and insects from getting in.

The large basket contained food flasks which she had used to store the foods, flask mug and water, and of course, cutlery.

”You cooked?” Pedro asked, unsure.

He could have asked if she had the workers make the food but the way Isabella was so meticulous with the arrangement, he had an inkling she might have cooked even though he has never seen her in the kitchen. And for that reason alone, Pedro wished she would say no - he doesn't want to die from food poisoning.

”Yes, I did,” Isabella announced excitedly.

”Yeah?” Pedro was stunned yet struggled to show appreciation for her even attempting to cook. He was torn.

”Crazy, right?” Isabella grinned. This was her first experimental cooking and she hoped he likes it.

”Yea,” He forced a smile on his face even though he was nervous inside.

Well, what could happen? Isabella wouldn't hurt him - intentionally. Pedro watched his girlfriend begin to set up the dishes and in no time it was time to eat.

Pedro stabbed his fork into the elegant-looking fish and brought it to his face, ”What is this?”

”Salsa-verde-slather salmon,” Isabella said.

His brow raised questioningly, ”What?”

”I saw it on the internet, it should taste good, I suppose,” Isabella shrug.

She suppose? Pedro felt like crying - she wasn't even sure. Didn't she care for his life? He stared at the golden brown, luscious, pan-seared salmon and gulped. Well, the fish didn't look that bad and this was all for love.

With determination, Pedro took a bite and chewed with uncertainty. At first, it tasted tangy until the rich taste exploded in his mouth.

”Umm,” his eyes widened with surprise as he turned to Isabella, ”This tastes so good. It's so delicious,” He complimented her.

A smile flashed across Isabella's face and she began to feed him, motivated by his comment.

”Thank you,” Pedro accepted the food and when he had chewed enough, said to her, ”You're incredible,”

”How so?” Isabella asked, still feeding him.

”You're smart and beautiful and -”

”You're a sweet talker,” she concluded, feeding him another bite.

”It just amazes me how you make things that seem difficult to others easy,” He confessed, ”I kind of envy you,”

Isabella paused, they stared at each other for a while and he said, ”I'm not perfect. I got flaws too,”

”Beautiful flaws,” He smiled at her.

Isabella looked away, a blush creeping up her face.

”I just love the fact….” Pedro suddenly paused, an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

”What is it?” Isabella noticed the change in his demeanor.

”I feel weird,” Pedro said with a crease on his face, rubbing his stomach.

”Weird?”

”What did you put in the food,” He suddenly asked.

”Everything as described on the recipe,”

”Ugh,” Pedro groaned, realization dawning on him. ”It's the spice,” he revealed, clutching his stomach, ”I think I need the toilet,”

”Toilet?” Isabella panicked, ”But there's no toilet around here,” She searched the forest.

Without as much word to her, Pedro sprinted into the forest before he does the first in his pants.

Isabella stood baffled. The picnic wasn't supposed to end this way. So much for trying to be romantic.