"I-It's—" Elsa hesitated for a while. "It's mostly import and export."
Before Rachael could say anything, she added, "It's nothing so extravagant. It's a very simple business. Our family has been into it for decades."
Just then Andrew entered the kitchen. When he saw Elsa holding a knife, he frowned, "What on earth are you doing? Keep that thing away from my wife."
"I am helping Rach cook di—" Before she could even complete her sentence, the knife was snatched from her hand.
"No need—" He then looked at Rachael. "A dog can handle a knife better than her."
Elsa: " "
"How can you insult so openly?" Elsa frowned. "That is so humiliating."
"You once almost stabbed Owen when you were trying to cut a waterlon."
"How?" Rachael curiously inquired wondering how was it possible to stab soone while cutting a waterlon.
Rolling her eyes, Elsa scoffed, "He kept blabbering while I was trying to cut that damn fruit. So things got a little heated and—" She awkwardly cleared her throat. "I stabbed him."
When Rachael widened her eyes in shock, Elsa defended herself. "But I stopped before the knife could even touch him."
"The knife did not touch him because Owen dodged it. If not for his quick actions, you would have stabbed your own brother." Andrew then looked at Rachael. "I told you she is very hot headed."
"Stop bad mouthing , you are very annoying—" Elsa glared at him before dashing out of the kitchen.
After she was gone, Andrew took over her job. "Let help you."
Rachael did not say anything and briefly nodded. She then resud what she was doing.
"How should I cut the onion?"
"Dice it."
"The garlic?"
"Mince.."
"The carrot?"
Rachael frowned at him. "This isn't the first ti you are doing it, why are you asking so many questions?"
"Because apparently you won't tell anything until and unless I ask you," he remarked. "You would rather keep it inside and let it torture you than share it with your husband."
He then hugged her from behind. "I'll be back before you know it. I don't wanna leave you and go but this is important—" If it was sothing avoidable, he would definitely skip it but it wasn't sothing that could be ignored.
"Will you call everyday?"
"Everyday?" He chuckled. "I'll call you every hour."
He rested his chin on her shoulder. "I'll bring you many gifts when I co back."
"I don't need gifts—" She turned towards him. "Just co back to safe and sound. That is the gift I want."
"Hey—" He gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. "No matter what happens, I'll always co back to you. I am not soone you can get rid of, okay? You are stuck with for life and maybe even after."
Wrapping her arms around his waist, she rested her head on his chest. "You are still here and I already miss you. How is that even possible?"
Kissing the top of her head, he sighed, "I'll miss you too. Though I am not showing it, I am actually very bumped about leaving."
"Don't worry, I'll be here when you co back." She smiled.
"I know you'll be here and even if you are not, I'll bring you back. I'll always bring you back."
…..
[Next day, 8:00 Am]
Since they had to be at the airport in an hour, Justin went over to Rachael's parents place first to see Edward before coming to Andrew's place.
Owen would be there soon and the three them would leave for the airport together.
He wanted to take Edward with him as he would be gone for quite so ti, but Owen told him it wouldn't be a wise choice to take a child with them.
After considering everything he decided to leave Edward with Rachael and her parents. It was much safer convenient that way.
When Justin entered the mansion, the first person he bumped into was Elsa. She was sitting on the couch, reading sothing.
"Where is Andrew?" He inquired.
"They haven't co down yet," she casually answered without taking her eyes off the magazine she was reading.
Keeping quiet for a while, he said, "I heard you have plans of getting married."
"You heard right."
"Do you have anyone in mind?" He sat next to her. It would be lie if he said it didn't bother him when he heard about her marriage plans from Owen and Andrew.
"Well, I had you in mind but—" She closed the magazine and smiled at him. "That didn't work out, did it?"
Pausing for a while, she added, "Maybe Robby or anyone else, it doesn't matter. As long as he is a decent man and will not cast away like I am nothing, I will marry him."
When she got up and tried to walk, Justin grabbed her hand. "You are considering marrying a guy who doesn't even know you?"
He got up and frowned at her. "How long have you two been dating? Six months? And yet he doesn't even know that you hate roses."
"So? Who cares?" She shrugged. "He doesn't have to know . As long as he treats well and satisfies my bedroom needs, I am willing to marry him."
Justin's expressions darkened and he tightened his grip around her wrist.
"Oh don't tell that being with so other guy bothers you—" she mockingly scoffed.
"It doesn't bother —" He stated. "I just don't want you to do sothing stupid."
His words pinched her heart. It had been three long years but his distant behaviour still bothered her.
"You don't have to worry about ." She removed his hand from her arm. "I know what I am doing."
"Three years ago, you told to move on and now I finally am," she added. "It was very hard to get over it…to get over you but now it doesn't bother anymore. Since you are completely out of the picture now, it's ti I should settle down."
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