Remember Me Since 1950

Chapter 13

Zielle Aristella POV

I cursed under my breath, my mind swirling with frustration. Why the hell did he kiss me?! Maxwell, of all people, kissed me right in front of Vyora. Was he out of his mind?

I glared at him, but he just smirked, as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

If Vyora wasn’t watching right now, I would have punched him in the face without hesitation. But as it was, I stood there awkwardly, smiling at Vyora, trying to act like I wasn’t just caught in the middle of something... complicated.

Her face was a picture of confusion, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. I couldn’t blame her; if I were in her shoes, I’d be feeling the same way.

"It’s not what you think, Vyora," I said quickly, trying to smooth things over. But internally, I was cringing. How could I possibly explain this?

She knitted her brows together, her confusion deepening.

"How do you know my name?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

I froze for a moment, caught off guard by her question. Oh great, she doesn’t even know me. I quickly recovered, forcing a smile.

"Maxwell told me. You’re friends, right?" I glanced at Maxwell, hoping he would back me up, but he just shrugged and gave a small wave.

"Hi, Vyora," Maxwell greeted her, his tone light, like nothing strange had just occurred between us.

I noticed Vyora’s face flush slightly at the sound of his voice, and my heart skipped a beat. She was still into him. There was hope. I smiled and pulled Vyora closer to Maxwell. This was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for, and I couldn’t afford to waste it.

"What are you doing, Miss?" Vyora protested, trying to pull away from me, but I wasn’t having it.

"I’m helping you," I said under my breath. I could feel the tension building. I didn’t care what she thought; I had to get them together, and I needed to move fast.

"Vyora," I said, turning to face her, my voice soft but firm.

"Maxwell has something to say to you."

I looked back at Maxwell, my eyebrow raised. His expression faltered, but he took a deep breath and sighed.

"Vyora," he began, his voice low and steady.

"I think I need to ask you again. I know you felt pressured the first time, but this time, I want to ask you... properly."

I held my breath as Vyora stood still, her gaze flickering between me and Maxwell. Her breathing became more shallow, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. It was happening. They were so close to figuring it out, to breaking the wall that had been between them all this time.

"I like you, Vyora," Maxwell continued, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Can I court you? Please, don’t say no again."

Vyora’s eyes widened as she processed his words. The air between us felt thick with anticipation, and I was on the edge of my seat, hoping praying that she would finally say yes.

But then, she hesitated.

"B-but I saw you... you kissed that girl. Are you playing with me, Maxwell?" Her voice cracked, and I could see the hurt in her eyes. She was confused, unsure of whether she could trust him.

My heart dropped for a moment, but I quickly stepped in.

"Y-you got it wrong, Vyora," I said, trying to calm the situation.