Falling For The Blind Billionaire (Book 1)

Chapter 15: The Unexpected

Most things in life come as a surprise.- Lykke Li

GISELLA

"Giovane maestro, Mia Cara, you're back," Zia Benedetta smile as she welcomed us and Zeta walks him to his chair.

I hold Zia Benedetta's arm and drag her away secretly from Zeta and Signore Nicolo. "Where is Signor Giuseppe?"

she frowns, "Vecchio maestro is in the study room alone, he's waiting," she says. "You don't like him, do you?" she furrows her eyebrows.

I grimace."How did you know that I don't like him? you don't like him too?" I ask with a flinched face.

She looks around carefully, "Yes, I don't like him, and I know why you don't like him," She reprimanded.

I jerk away from her hold a little bit surprised about what her answer will be like, " Yes, and It was because he made you marry his son by threatening you and your parents. I'm I correct?" she asks.

I was stunned by her genuine answer. "Yes, that is why I hate him so much," I frown.

"Gisella!!!" Signore Nicolo calls. I look up at Zia Benedetta and walk away from her.

I smile at her before leaving her on the passageway, "I'm coming," I reply.

I walk up to Signore Nicolo, "You will go and salute him," He said. With this, I froze.

My head was sweating. "Me?" I ask.

He was just staring at the ground as always, he sighed. "Hmm, don't worry, we will go together," he said with a sticky frown glued to his handsome face. I help him up as we work towards the massive study room.

He was standing closer to the window and was smoking a big cigar his grey hair dance according to the melody of the wind, his big coat his famed around his shoulders and his eagle head walking cane on his left hand.

"papà, why are you here?" Signore Nicolo asks him as we halt on the sidewalk of the study room.

Oh goodness, why is signore Nicolo asking him such question, I hate seeing that grumpy face of his, I am the only one who can see him now and he can't see him. I don't like him, so he should not get him upset. I don't know if he's upset or happy because of his face, his mood is always like that without expression.

With this, he turns away from the window looking at me and Signore. The expression on his face was unacceptable, It can scare little rats away from a cheese trap. " you're both back," he said.

I felt my forehead sweating. I swallow hard looking at his grumpy annoying face. "pa...pa...padre," I called, "Can I make caffè for you," I was just trying to be polite because of my parents and Signore Nicolo because. heaven knows how I despise him.

His frown tightened. "No need," he said with his Italian accent that was way deeper and thicker than the one of Signore Nicolo.

I felt Signore Nicolo cling to his walking cane. Umm... both papà e Figlio has the same strict and strange behavior. I thought.

Immediately, his eyes were fixed on me, with this I stiffen and he takes one step at a time to where I and Signore Nicolo was standing. What to do, what to do, I hate him but he is scary.

He halts at our front, I felt my body weaken, Signore Nicolo held my arm not to be scared. He looks at his son and back to me. "Gisella." He called, and I felt my body tense up. I look down at my feet, I can feel my palm are sweaty already and Signore Nicolo is holding my hand.

"Let's go out for dinner," He inquires. I felt numb and so was Signore Nicolo's reaction. "Since that brat of a son doesn't know how to treat his guest." He added as he held my hand as we walk out leaving my blind husband alone in the study room.