Boyfriend!

Five days later.

Half an hour after lunchtime.

The women just finished washing the dishes and were currently resting in the chairs in front of the house.

Suddenly...

A shiny black BMW luxury car arrived at the gate of the ancestral house.

Aunt Zell looked at Irene, who is currently browsing her phone. "You have a visitor," she informed her.

Irene looked at Zell for a moment then her eyes flew to the iron gate. She saw a shiny luxurious car outside the gate. A frown appeared on her face. "Who is it?"

She saw the driver exit the vehicle and waved his hand in her direction. She rose to her feet, the visitor's profile looked familiar!

Oh, no!

Her heart began beating rapidly in her rib cage. She rushed to the gate and opened it.

"You!" she said, biting her lip. Standing beside the car is no other than the vampire himself, Brent!

His long messy hair was gone, replaced by a medium-length haircut. He was wearing a plain long sleeve navy blue polo with matching light gray pants and black leather shoes.

Oh, my!

Irene gasped in surprise. Brent looks dashingly handsome in his attire! He looks every inch a human being now!

"Hi, sweetie..." Brent said. "Do you like what you see?" he said, winking at her.

Irene has to blink five times before his voice registered in her consciousness. Her eyes were drawn to the luxurious car that looks like it had just come out straight from the showroom. "Nice car!" she commented casually.

Brent grinned. "I bought it two days ago. Do you like to come with me? I will take you on a joyride around the village and the nearest town," he offered.

"No, I can't. I can't leave the men while they're working around the house," she replied.

"Ah, wait a minute... I got something for you," Brent said and picked up the bouquet of white and red roses from the backseat of the vehicle. "Roses for you," he said and handed the flowers to her.

Irene accepted the flowers and said, "Thank you."

Brent lowered his head and planted a kiss on Irene's cheek.

Behind them.

The workers were astonished upon witnessing the stranger kissing Irene's cheeks. They were whispering and talking to each other in a hushed voice while watching the couple with curiosity in their eyes. Everyone wants to know the identity of Irene's wealthy boyfriend. They have been talking behind Irene's back for several days already, wondering and speculating where she got the money to finance the house repairs and the farm since they all know that Irene's grandmother is not rich.

And the sudden arrival of the rich mysterious guy in the ancestral house somehow answered the questions that were bothering their mind. Now they know where Irene's money comes from.

Brent glanced at the workers in amusement.

Irene glared at him. "Why did you kiss me?" she asked.

"Relax, calm down. These people working for you are probably wondering where you get the money to finance your expenditure. You don't want to give them a bad idea? Right?" Brent said.

Irene was speechless for a moment. "So... you mean to say that you come here just to show them that I have a rich boyfriend and you are the one who finances all these-?"

"Exactly, sweetie! I want the workers to think that the money came from me. I don't want them to keep speculating about where did you get all the money. They should think that the money comes from me, so that they will rob me not you," Brent jokes.

Irene was dumbfounded. That idea never crossed her mind. She only realized now that the people might already be gossiping behind her back all this time, wondering where she got all the money to finance the farm and the repair of the house.

He got a valid point though!

Sighing, she looked at him, feeling grateful at least. "Thank you," she said softly.

"Don't mention it, I got your back covered," Brent stated and draped his arm around Irene's shoulder, kissing her again, this time on the lips.

Irene elbowed him.

"Ouch!" Brent yelped.

"Don't go too far!" she scolded him.

Brent grinned. "Sorry, I can't help it, sweetie. I love kissing you," he said.

Irene rolled her eyes. This horny vampire is too vulgar for her sanity. "I'll open the gate so that your car can enter," she said.

"Let me help you," Brent offered.

The couple opened the iron gate together.

Brent got in the car and drove it towards the house.

Irene closed the gate.

Brent parked his car a few meters away from the entrance of the house.

Irene walked towards the luxurious vehicle, liking its shiny exterior.

The workers stopped gossiping and resumed their work.

Brent exited the car.

"Let's get inside the house," Irene said.

"Okie dokie," Brent replied.

They went inside the house and settled on the old sofa in the living room.

"How long are you going to stay here?" she inquired.

"Why? Do you want me to leave right away?" he asked.

Irene sighed. "Just answer my question," she said.

Brent covered her hand with his. "I plan to stay here until evening," he replied casually.

Irene sighed.

The truth is, she is heavily indebted to him, she can't kick him out as if he was a parasite. "Okay, no problem."

Brent smiled. "I love it when you are acting like this..."

Irene looked at him, frowning. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"What I'm trying to say is that I feel happy if you treat me kindly. I feel sad if you are always mad at me as if I'm your enemy number one," he answered in a serious tone.

Irene breathed deeply and looked at him hard. Why does she have a feeling that she can no longer get rid of this vampire from her life? He is like glue, attaching himself to her, never wanting to let go.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.

Irene shrugged. "You will never give up pursuing me-?" she asked.

"Never!" Brent declared.

If he won't give up on her, sooner or later, Brent will meet her family. How to introduce him to her mother? Does she have to lie to her mother when it comes to his real identity?

Brent saw the lines of worry etched on Irene's forehead. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

"Nothing..." Irene shook her head. She rose to her feet and walked towards the kitchen, holding the bouquet in her hand.

Brent followed Irene.

The couple entered the kitchen in silence.

Irene removed the wilted flower from the vase and replaced the water, then she arranged the flowers in the vase.

Brent lowered himself on the chair, feeling contented just by watching his lady love arranging the flower on the vase.

Done with her task, she put the flower vase in the middle of the table. She looked at him. "Can you behave when there are people around?" she requested.

Brent smiled. "Sure, sweetie!"

Irene looked at him for a moment wondering what she is going to feed him for dinner tonight. "What do you want to eat for dinner?" she asked because the fridge malfunctioned, and she will buy a new one soon. She only has canned foods, noodles, and ready-to-eat food in the cupboard.

"Stop stressing on what to prepare for dinner tonight. After the workers go home, we can go to the next town and eat in a restaurant there," he suggested.

"Okay," Irene agreed.

"Come here, sit on my lap," he ordered.

Irene's eyes widened in alarm. "D-don't tell me you are horny again?" she asked. Not now when the workers are around.

Brent chuckled. "I'm always horny whenever I see you," he replied naughtily.

Irene rolled her eyes. She obeyed his order and sat beside him on the vacant chair, not on his lap.

"Let's make out in the basement, just a quickie," he whispered in her ears.

"No way! Not now when there are many people around!" she shook her head vigorously.

"Okay, fine..." Brent said. "Why don't you give me a tour around the house?" he suggested.

Irene smiled. "That's a better idea! Let's go!"

The couple left the kitchen and exited the house, going in the direction of the farm.