He made sure she was staring into his eyeballs. "You look very beautiful to let a frown appear on your face. Leave the scolding to me. I will do it… but after we go on our date," Amos smiled at her. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
Joanna rolled her eyes. She pushed his hand away from her face.
"There is no need to pretend because I know that you love the fact that he praises you. You can go ahead and brag and even laugh as much as you want…,"
"How did you know that I am about to die of over-excitement right now?" Amos let out the smile he had been trying to suppress.
His smile shone brighter than she had ever seen.
"I am so happy that I almost showered kisses on Tony's face earlier…,"
"Yuck! So gross," Joanna shrugged her shoulders and proceeded to the exit.
She reached the door yet Amos didn't move a muscle. "Let's go now before I change my mind," She said and started walking away.
"Wait up," He shouted as he ran to catch up to her. Amos caught up to Joanna at the stairs.
In the sitting room, Laura sat there playing with her cellphone. Even though she saw Amos and Joanna descending the stairs, she acted ignorant of what was going on.
Joanna and Amos also ignored her… in fact as they chatted happily they treated her as though she didn't exist.
"You can act as prideful as you want, this is your turn. But I promise to get even with you for this humiliation," Laura muttered, her fist clasped.
She glared in the direction leading to the exit door that Joanna took.
Laura only needed to shoot the gossipy maids' murderous glares to send them scrambling for dear life.
When they reached outside Joanna was stunned to see Amos approaching a white sports car parked outside their gate.
"Don't tell me that is yours?" asked Joanna, her index finger pointing at the car he just opened the passenger's seat.
"Bingo!" Amos remarked beaming. He beckoned her to come to the car. "I got this specifically for our date," He hits the top of the car slightly.
Joanna placed her black chained handbag well in her right shower and sauntered to where he stood.
"I thought you wanted to keep a low profile that is why you did away with your other identity…,"
"Sorry to disappoint you but I won't do less on our first date just because I want to keep a low profile," Amos abruptly interrupted her.
He signalled her to hop into the car he opened not long ago.
"Isn't it too much opening the car for me considering your identity?" Joanna asked, feeling uncomfortable entering the car.
"I have my two hands…,"
"Of course, I am aware of that. You are my date today so you deserve no lesser treatments," Amos said. He pulled her closer and gently made her sit on the front row.
"Besides, I am Amos now so you can feel at ease and enjoy our date to the fullest… I will be upset and unhappy if you see and treat me like someone else other than your boyfriend that I am…,"
"Whoever said you are my boyfriend?" Joanna snapped. Her eyes trailed him as he walked to the driver's seat.
Amos pulled the door open and with a jerk, he took his position on the driver's seat and ignited the car.
"I did. Audrey and your little rice ball confirmed that," Amos replied grinning. He zoomed off, not giving her the chance to scold him.
Joanna stopped talking after the car started driving on the traffic-free road.
Inside the car, she wound down the glass by her side and stared outside.
Running errands for the best part of her life has made her very accustomed to the City they reside in the Kingdom.
She knows every nook and cranny of the City that even with her eyes closed she wouldn't get missing no matter what.
After staring outside for about fifteen minutes she felt emotional. So she rolled the glass up.
Amos that was driving sneaked and peeped at her. When he saw her gloomy expression he reduced the speed of the car.
"What is wrong?" Amos asked, glancing at her. "Are you already getting bored because hubby is too busy to focus his attention on you huh?" His sense of humour made the frowning Joanna chuckle.
"If you missed hubby's teases already I don't mind making you happy even at the expense of getting into an accident…,"
"Hahaha… Has anyone ever told you how hilarious your words are?" Joanna tried to suppress her laughter.
She rarely laughs in the past since they was nothing to make her happy but she has been finding herself laughing so much these days.
And it's all because of him. Almost all her best laughter is shared with him.
"Everyone finds me scary except you. So who do you think would have been gutsy enough to call my words hilarious?" He questioned.
Seeing her smiling face also put him in a very good mood.
"Maybe you are right about that," She replied, still not able to stop smiling.
Amos smiled along with her as he tried to maintain his previous speed.
"If your thoughts are wandering way too far then you can stare at my face. I am confident that looking at my face is enough to keep you smiling the entire day," Amos removed his right hand from the steering and hit his left chest twice.
"You are not only a narcissist but also shameless…,"
"Aren't those some of my attributes that endear me to you?" Amos cut in. He glanced at her but had to return his gaze to the road in an instance.
"Where in the world will you find an all-around perfect man like me?".
"Hmmm… you are right about that," Joanna admitted with a nod of the head. "You are one of a kind if I must admit and that is why I won't argue with you on that…,"
"That is a given," Amos' smile broadens as he hits the steering wheel.
Amos kept on talking to Joanna until their car jerked and came to a stop in front of the biggest and the most popular boutique in town.
After making sure that she didn't get out of the car, Amos majestically stepped out of the car and strolled to open the door for her.
He extended his hand for her to lean on even though Joanna deemed this unnecessary.
To make him happy she decided to do whatever will put a smile on his face that day.
Joanna lifted her gaze to have a full view of the three-storey glass building; the biggest glass building in the Kingdom.
"Isn't this the same boutique the mean witches frequent?" Joanna questioned. She tried to let go of his arm when she saw that passers-by were gazing but he refused to let go.
"Do you have plans of setting the restaurant on fire…,"
"If you are worried that you are goanna run into them here then you don't have to be because that will never happen…,"
"And how are you so sure of that?" Joanna asked, diverting his attention to his face.
The guy wearing white denim ripped trousers and a white shirt also turned his face to look at her at the same time.
"Because I made sure they were preoccupied too just as I did with your stepmother," He grinned evilly.
"I am not stupid enough to make them ruin my perfect first date".
With her hand wrapped around his, they approached the large glass entrance with style.
"If I had known that you were gonna wear a yellow dress today, I would have made sure I wore clothes that matched with yours," Amos muttered seeing how much attention they garnered.
The moment they stepped foot into the boutique, other customers began mumbling while looking at Joanna in particular.
Some even dared to bad-mouth her loudly for her to hear.
"If they make you feel uncomfortable then you can wear this," Amos said as he held the black sunglasses in his right hand.
"That way you won't have to look at their ugly faces," Amos said loud enough for the gossipy socialites to hear him.
"You are right," Joanna smiled bewitchingly as she collected the sunglasses from him.
She puts the glasses on and holds Amos' hands once again. This time around she held his arms tighter to give them what to gossip about more.
[They can talk as much as they want. It's not that I give a fuck about jobless beings like them]
Joanna lifted her chin and held her shoulders a bit high as she walked hand in hand with Amos.
There was a frown on Amos' face after they walked around the ground floor and yet he didn't see a dress which was eye-catching enough for him.
"I heard that your boutique is top-notch but why doesn't it live up to its name?" Amos said to the sales representative wearing a black suit on top of a knee-length tight fitted skirt.
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