The Grand Mistress

Back to the present day

Feather's happiness was immeasurable. Time and time again, she was able to prove that she had Hawk under the palm of her hand and that whatever she asks, he'll kill for her to have it. A vicious grin contorted in her face knowing that after their wedding, she'll just spend the rest of her days, not worrying about anything but how to spend her husband's wealth.

When they exited the hospital, Feather expected that one of Hawk's fabulous cars was waiting but it seemed that her expectation fell short again. Instead of stopping at the entrance and calling for their ride, Hawk continued walking, guiding his woman away from the hospital until they found themselves walking in the side streets.

Feather was definitely confused and she looked at Hawk who was taking his time strolling, not bothered on who and what kind of people they met on the road. Feather of course was not comfortable at all and felt very unsafe knowing that the streets they traversed were a public street where all people come and go, all—including commoners and beggars and street people whom she loathed very much. Those kinds of people for her were dirty, desperate, and dangerous. Growing up, she already knew that an heiress should not associate with them, not on any occasion, and not even walk to places where they go. Those places if not at all dirty then surely dangerous.

Few minutes of walking and Feather almost couldn't take it anymore but she tagged along because she was afraid that Hawk would be offended especially that his face looked calm and composed.

"Do you like the view?" Hawk asked as he glanced at her.

"Well, I have never walked this part of the city," She kind of avoided the question hoping her fiancé would notice that she was not pleased at all.

"Really?" Hawk surely took interest in her response as if it was something he did not expect of her, "Knowing how curious and adventurous you are, I did thought you had explored every part of this city"

Feather's shoulder shuddered at Hawk's statement and immediately she threaded a satisfying answer to him, "Well ever since I started ballet, I had spent most time abroad and ballet became my priority. I never went out that much ever since,"

Hearing her response, Hawk felt some pity for the woman he loved. Seeing how much she had sacrificed and changed her ways for the sake of ballet, it made Hawk sad. He knew that she loves ballet, but for her to become another person just for it, that's just sickening.

Honestly looking back on how she was before when they were young, he never once thought her beloved heiress will eventually go this path. That simply isn't the Feather he knew. His fuzzy cat was strong-willed, unbending, and definitely not the kind of person who will forget everything she wanted just for the sake of dance. However, that was a long time ago and things have changed already, not to his preference but certainly not to his dislike. It's Feather after all, his fuzzy cat, the Han Scintillait's heiress he wanted to be his for a very long time.

"Then I'm glad I brought you here today. How much have you missed this kind of place," Hawk drew an inward sigh to hide the things that were running in his mind as he thought it would only upset her. However unknown to him, Feather was already upset because she does hate the place they were in very much.

"In which restaurant are we heading?" Feather changed the topic to save herself from more mishaps. She had almost said something alarming earlier and she simply wanted to avoid it.

"You'll see," Hawk answered, "It's a surprise but I know you'll like it very much. I had my assistant look for such place for a long time"

"Oh, I love surprises!" Feather hollered then intentionally leaned her head to Hawk's strong arms to let him know how excited she was. If President Hawk's assistant had to look for such a restaurant, then it must be something rare and somewhere not all elites can go but only people as rich as Hawk Monsanto. That was really something she looked forward to and that's why she had her best camera phone ready because she planned to go live later on in one of her social media accounts to brag about such a place.

"Sure you do my love," Hawk himself got excited about it knowing how Feather was brimming with happiness. He almost thought he would not find such a place like that in the city and the truth was he summoned like ten people to find it.

"Are we going to walk there?" Feather asked as her feet were already sore. She had worn her best stilettos that showcase her ivory legs, however such stilettos were something not really comfortable to wear. Besides, if they were to go to a very high-end place, would it not be best if they go there in a car? It would be shameful of them to appear at the entrance by their feet.

"Yes my love, I know how you love strolling very much," He assured her as he thought that Feather was very much thrilled about their strolling down-together-in-the-park situation. He thought Feather found it very romantic when the truth was the word romantic didn't even cross her mind right then.

"But my shoes-

"Yes, my love you can take them off. I don't really mind," Hawk cut her in as he thought Feather was worried that he would not approve of her taking her shoes off. Then with assuring eyes, he turned to Feather and gently told her, "Feather my heiress, when you are with me, you need not worry about being yourself. I love you for who you are,"

Feather's eyebrows were shaking. She could not believe that Hawk just told her to take off her shoes. Does he really expect her to walk bare feet on the street as if she was some kind of a village woman?

How in the world does the famous Hawk think an heiress like her would be willing to go barefoot?