The Broken Prince - Chapter 117

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France was on his way back to his office after having lunch with some possible investor on the newly opened restaurant a few blocks away from his office. He had his eyes close as he was already from the paperwork’s he handled before the lunch. The ride back to his office was quiet as usual as his driver doesn’t speak that much. He only opened his eyes when he felt the vehicle stopped moving.

The door opened after a while. He walked outside wasting no time and did not pay the driver any attention. The sun was high up and the heat radiating from it was starting to irritate his skin.. He walked towards the main entrance of the building. The guard saw him and immediately opened the door while saying his greetings. France only nodded and went inside.

As he strutted down the hallway, employees who saw him either bowed their heads for greetings while some fluttered their lashes. He did not pay them any mind and went into the elevator. No one was with him as everyone who was supposed to go up got out. He was known to be a terror in handling business thus some people fear him. A ding was heard, and the elevator door opened.

He walked straight where his office was and slammed the door shut as soon as he got in.He slowly walked towards his table while also loosening his tie. Sighing, he plopped unto his chair and laid his head on the table. He was tired despite him always having to work every day.

Maybe because he struggles to sleep at night, or maybe because, he didn’t eat much this morning, or maybe because of the fact that he does not like the job he’s in. That his father pushed and pressured him to it. His mind was swirling with thoughts up until a knock on his door was heard.

“Come in.” He stated firmly. By the time that the door was pushed open, he was already in a formal composure.

“How was your lunch with the Lim’s?” His assistant Daniel queried.

“Just like any other.” He stated lazily. Daniel has been working for him for as long as he can recall to his first day on the company as the new CEO. Daniel is also his childhood buddy to whom he grew up with. They did everything together and Daniel was with him throughout the ups and downs of his life.

Especially during THAT time. Daniel chuckled and placed a warm glass with tea that was made with herbs.

“I knew you would say that. Have this.” France took the teacup and moved it close to his lips. The weird taste of liquid embraced his taste buds but as soon as the liquid started to slide down his throat, he felt refreshed and of ease. He placed the teacup back on the table and plopped back lazily on his chair.

“Thanks.”

“That’s all I get?” Daniel jokingly said. The other throw a dangerous glare to him but he just laughed.

“Take some rest. You have a meeting tonight. I’ll tell the staffs that you are not available.” David stated while taking back the cup. He walked towards the door and got outside. As soon as France was left alone, he laid his head on the table and started to doze off into his slumber. His mind was about to doze off when the image of the boy he tumbled upon with on the restaurant appeared on his mind, so clear as if he was there.

France remembered being the bathroom and while walking out, he was dusting his tux and then he bumped with someone. At first, his reaction would normally sue the person or yell at the person but as soon as his eyes came to meet the person in front of him. His breath was taken away from him. The boy was shorter than him, he was dressed formally and had white hair. He never met someone with white hair before. The boy looked startled and pissed at the same time.

When their eyes met, his dark orbs came in contrast the boy’s blue one. His face was very gorgeous that it left France speechless. He didn’t know what to say or how to act thus he just chose to leave the pretty boy behind. He somehow regretted not apologizing to the boy as he looked very flustered and it seem as if he felt a lot of pain as France was a lot stronger and his built is much more than that of the boy.

He leaned back on his chair, his mind filled with the person he bumped into the restaurant. Not that he was gay or held interest to the person, no of course not. He just wants to be friends with that person in a brotherly way. Something inside France wanted him to go and protect the boy but he also does not know how to.

Heck why would he? They’re practically strangers and he wants to protect him? France chuckled at the thought. He tried to look at some things, but his mind was occupied by the white-haired boy. Somehow, he wanted to meet him again and apologize for being an asshole but then again, he doesn’t know how. He’s known for being a person who does not bow down to anyone. And now he’s thinking as to how he should apologize to a boy who he just stumbled upon.

The whole afternoon, where France should be resting, he was wondering and thinking about the person he bumped into that he did not notice the Sun setting down, the stars starting to show their glimmer, or the fact that he was staring at the horizon for who knows how long.

Something about that person intrigued France. Which happens very rarely. He barely acknowledges important people and now he thinks he is interested at that person. Not in a romantic way of course. He is not a clown, he thinks.

“Mum?” Yvain called out as soon as he opened the door. He smelled something that made him hungry once more despite eating an hour ago.

“Dear? Is that you?” His mom, Petunia responded.

It looked like he was in the kitchen, judging from where the voice came from. Yvain took in the sight of the house he grew in. It was not as huge as his which can practically more than a single family.

They were not breaking or before and they never was as both of his parents worked really hard as lawyers. But they opted for a small house. He always asked his father as to why they had such a small house and why not a large one. His father would always tell him that

“A huge house with three people does not keep a family close.” His father would tell him grate things and would tell him a lot of tales to which he enjoyed very much.

The neighborhood he grew in were composed of average people. Thus, when their neighbors knew that his mum and dad were lawyers, they were in utter confusion as to why they decided to have such a normal house when they were rich. But his parents would always say,

“We might be rich, but we are still the same as everyone. This money that we have, we can use it to fulfill our needs and not to brag upon others.” Both of his parents were good people.

They fight for what is right and would always try to save innocent people and bring justice to those who crave for it. The kitchen and the living room of their house are practically connected with just the couch acting as the only form of barrier. Then they have a second floor to which accommodates three rooms.

Their house were purely built with woods as his parents wanted the house to be cozy. He smiled as he remembered the memory. At this neighborhood, he would run across the street to go into his friend’s house and he would play with a bunch of kids at his age. They would camp together on the wide lawnof Mrs. Johnson and would play tag all day long. Yvain turned towards the kitchen and saw his mom facing the stove.

“Mum.” His mom turned around as soon as she heard him and went in for a hug. Yvain smiled at the feeling.

He smelled the sweet cologne that her mom would always wear, and it would always make him feel safe or at ease. He was practically bent hugging his mom which was only four feet flat. They broke their embrace and Yvain wore a smile.

His mom was smiling before her face displayed a character of distaste. Her mom raised the spoon she used to stir for whatever is in the pot and started to come at him. Yvain squealed and rant towards the other side of the room grabbing a pillow to shield himself.

“Ma! Are you crazy!? I just got home and now you want to kill me?!”

“Well this is what you get for not visiting me that often! How many times do I have to call you for you to visit me! Come here you insolent brat!” His mom yelled back.

They practically ran all over the room until Petunia was coughing out her lungs. They were both breathing heavily, and they plopped themselves onto their sofa.

“Ma, you do know that this work requires a lot of time, right? Now I know why dad and you were so busy before. Being a lawyer is not easy.”

“You should still visit me. What if I die without you by my side.” Petunia retorted.

“Don’t say that ma. You’re still very young.” “I know but we might never know. But yes, being a lawyer is hard. But dear, you are doing so well in it! If your father was here, he’d get jealous of you.” Petunia joked.

She stood up and went into the kitchen. Yvain followed her and plopped himself onto the chair right beside the circular kitchen table where they used to eat together.

“I know mum but, sometimes I’m scared. What if I mess up badly.”

“Oh dear, I know you won’t. And even if you did, just remember that everyone has their bad days. Even I and your father messed up before but that is just how it works. All you can do is to formulate the best route.” Yvain sighed and cupped his face with his two hands and leaned towards the table.

“Have you been stressing yourself out? Now what did I say about overworking yourself young man! You have to rest too or else you will burn out. I know that you just want to do good but, sweetheart, take it easy. You’ve got a lot of time. There is no need to rush.” His mom said while setting the table up.

“You know, you can always say no to a case you find hard right. Relax sometimes dear or you’ll get wrinkles early on just like your father. Ha! I remember him being so overly flustered about it that he almost cried.”

“I know ma. And you always tell me about that when I was a kid. I can remember all the things you’ve said at this point. It’s engraved on my brain.”

“Well, it’s for the best. But really, Yvain. Take it easy. I don’t want you to lose yourself with your job. You’re young. Go out sometimes. And find a beautiful girl or a pretty boy you like. I don’t mind which of which are you going to bring home.”

“Ma! It’s not on my mind yet. And I will be bringing a girl okay! I don’t feel that way towards other men.” Yvain said. He always knew that his mom doesn’t have any problems with homosexual people. In fact, it was here that taught him about equality and love.

“Mhm. You’ll never know dear. Now, let’s eat.”