Fan Fiction |
by Rain
Ron swerved his car by the space at the road side and hopped out as his car squeaked twice, locking up. He rubbed his grumbling tummy, and skipped into the bakery which smelt heavenly of freshly baked pastry. He was salivating already but gulped down. His vigilant eyes quickly scan around, he was only interested in one species of pastry – and there it was! Grinning, he darted and reached for it.
*Piak*
“Ouch!” Ron cried, unexpected by the hit, his fingers retracting immediately.
A plastic clipper had tapped severely on his hands and swiftly clipped away the last and only golden yellow yummylicious looking and salivating smelling egg tart, temptingly by-passing his nose in process. Another gulp down of his saliva.
He turned around to face his competitor, but the person had already swung around to pay at the counter.
“Hey, I was getting it first, how could you be so uncivilized and cut the line?” Ron went up to the person’s back. Leila turned around and smiled sweetly.
“You’re too slow Ron! How can you be a competent police with such slow reflex? How you got to your status you have today in the police force I don’t know…” she mocked happily. “And you’re so unhygienic, picking up food with your hands, that’s uncivilized!” Leila collected her change from the counter and huffed once into his face before leaving very contentedly with her purchase.
Wow, that feels good… she sniggered to herself, delighted to have met her crush and paid him a lesson as well. Ron furrowed his eyebrows before darting after her.
“Leila…” he tapped her shoulder. She ignored him and was about to cross the road.
“Leila!” Ron pulled her back quite forcefully causing her to fall into his arms. She looked up to see his face was inches from hers. Her heart beat clippie-clop away as her body temperature rose. His eyes and touch were just too mesmerizing for her.
“Hello…? Fallen asleep? Are you a goldfish too besides a goose?” Ron waved his palm before her unblinking eyes.
“Uh…” she quickly jumped up straightening her attire and hair, flushing noticeably. “What?! Why did you pull me like that for…?”
Ron pointed out to the road. “There was a car speeding by! There’s no need to fight life and death for one silly egg tart you know…” Leila turned to look but the car had obviously sped by.
“Oh, thanks…” she looked to thank Ron but he was already walking off with his hands in the pocket waving a jubilant goodbye behind his head. He’s so nice, he doesn’t even wait for me to thank him…Leila thought smilingly, as her heart melted more for the hunk.
She crossed the road in a very high mood until she realized. Her hands were empty. “Where…? RON NG!!!!!”
She stamped her feet in disgust, so the car was a lie to distract her. How stupid! She immediately ran after his direction.
“Hello goose…” Ron wiped crumbs off the corner of his mouth. He was grinning like a 5 year old who had just won a race.
“You liar, cheater, un-gentleman, greedy pig!” Leila accused shrilly, poking his chest violently every time she named him a new adjective. Ron only laughed and rubbed his chest.
“Agility does it…” he said. Leila raised one eyebrow. “You asked how I got to my status in police station. Agility got me there, and that’s one thing you’ll never have, Leila Tong.”
Leila’s face was now fuming, distorting into quite a few intricate expressions, as her lips pursed in god knows what kind of curses she had in line for the man before her. How could this guy be so unreasonable? Over an egg tart? She couldn’t believe it.
“Lei… Leila…?” Ron called, surprised by her silent anger. He expected her to hop and punch him. Suddenly tears were shining in her eyes, as she recalled her grandmother waiting for her visit in the Old Folk’s home and her favorite egg tart from that old time bakery.
Oops, did I over do it? Ron thought uncomfortably at the sight of her tears. “Sorry Lei, I’ll… I’ll buy you another okay? Another whole box..?” But Leila only blinked back her tears and stomped off.
“Lei…” Ron went after her. “Lei… Sorry, I was only joking. It’s only an egg tart right…”
“IT-IS-NOT-JUST-AN-EGG-TART…” she puffed out the words between her gritting teeth, still not looking at him.
“Come on, I’ll do anything… You name it,” Ron was exasperated that he had offended this girl so much by stealing her tart. Leila walked on, as Ron stared helplessly at her back. At about 3 meters ahead, she halted and turned around abruptly.
“You! Do you not mean your words?!” She pointed at Ron who was about to get in his car seeing she ignored him.
“No! No! Anything…” Ron held up his hands in the air, relieved to see Leila had finally absorbed his words.
Leila’s lips curved into a smile so sly, that Ron felt his blood froze in his veins, gulping down whatever coming up his throat. He opened the other passenger door for her to slip into his car, and ran towards the driver’s seat. Turning his key, he took one meek peek from the corner of his eyes at the girl beside him and couldn’t help groaning silently.
God, what’ve I got myself into? Just shut your big fat mouth next time Ron Ng, don’t eat so many egg tarts don’t talk so much crap!
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Sunday, 28th July 2002, 12:30noon
Michelle flipped the books and sheets endlessly, but her efforts were useless. She was progressing no better than she had from her lost case. The appeal date was nearing faster than she had anticipated.
I can’t give up… she motivated herself unconvincingly. She slapped her palms on her face, slightly massaging her tired eyes. I can’t be tired… My husband’s life is all in my hands… Ray…
*Knock**Knock*
“Its lunch time Shirley, I need a rest,” Michelle called out to her secretary without looking up from her head rest.
Then, she realized that it was actually Sunday. She had returned to work on Raymond’s case, but her secretary was definitely not around. Thinking she must be hearing things with all her stress and lack of rest, she ignored it.
When door opened anyway, Michelle looked up with frustration, but the figure at the door gave her any feeling but frustration.
“Hello Michelle,” Wallace greeted with his brightest smile, as Michelle blinked back all emotions that seemed to surge up from within upon seeing him.
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“It’s been some time huh?” Michelle broke the silence since they sat down for lunch.
Wallace only smiled.
He smiles more often now… More than during the times we spent together… Michelle noticed.
She was surprised to see him. She had been too busy, too occupied, too tired, too stressed to remember that Wallace would be returning to deal with Daniel’s will. Surprise? Was that all? She couldn’t deny she felt some sort of comforting feeling when she saw him. He was the only one who wasn’t in anyway involved in Louis-Raymond and her gang’s case. Seeing him just makes her let go of all that and relax for the first time since her fateful wedding, or rather since her encounter with Louis. Letting go and have her proper worry free meal for once.
“You’ve been practicing smiling?” she cracked. He laughed. Wow… he’s laughing…
“I’m happy to see you again Mich,” he said. “I’m sure you know why I’m here.”
“Daniel,” she said.
“Sorry to take so long. Mr. Wu had a hard time letting me come over,” he explained.
She nodded understandingly.
“You’ve got to sign here… The money and properties will all be appropriately transferred to your name within a month,” Wallace produced an agreement from his bag.
Michelle signed it promptly, passing him back the agreement.
“You’re married,” he glanced at her wedding ring. “He must be the happiest groom.”
“Raymond’s my husband,” she blurted, but somehow she felt Wallace knew all along.
“He’s finally won your heart huh?” he said sipping his ice tea, his eyes avoiding hers.
Michelle touched the ring on her finger, and sighed.
“How’re you lately?” Michelle asked.
“This’ll be my last job with the Wu’s. I’ll deal it and then leave for my own world,” he said.
“Thank you,” Michelle said.
“For Daniel’s case,” she explained when Wallace gave her a questioning look.
“My pleasure,” he replied.
“Are you staying back in Hong Kong?”
“I’m not sure. I am aware that you’re too busy to be my tour guide… with Ray’s appeal,” he said
Michelle looked at him. He knows. “Can… can you help me with it?”
Wallace’ eyes filled with the same cold she had seen back in England. “I’ll consider.”
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“Miss, I beg of you, please tell me how exactly you want me to make it up for you…” Ron pleaded, his hands clutching bags and bags of groceries. Leila skipped happily ahead, ignorant of his pleas. Her stomach rumbled.
“I’m hungry…” Leila announced. “Slave Ronnie! Serve your master!”
“Yes Your Royal Highness, Queen Leila,” Ron scurried to catch up, the bags rocking with momentum on his arms. He quickly pushed open the glass door of the restaurant and bowed as she stepped in smiling in satisfaction. She pulled her face straight as she looked around for a seat.
“Ron!” she called. “Yes, yes Your Royal Highness Queen Leila, I’m just right behind…” Ron panted, wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead.
“Shhh!” she hissed in annoyance, nodding towards a table by the window where Wallace and Michelle sat. Ron followed her glances and saw them. He immediately regained his composure.
“Who’s that with her?” Leila whispered. Ron’s eyes bulged in disbelief recognizing the internationally renowned lawyer with Michelle.
“She’ll really go all length to save her husband huh…” Ron mumbled. Leila watched Ron feasted his eyes on Michelle and pouted, twisting his right ear not very hard, but not very gently either.
“Slave Ronnie…” her voice rising in warning.
“Uh yes, yes, I have only eyes for my most beautiful and wonderful mistress Your Royal Highness Queen Leila,” Ron broke away from his stare.
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Ron looked in exasperation at his usually sparkling clean kitchen coated with flour and goodness knows how many else ingredients that Leila had purchased to bake egg tarts.
“Slave Ronnie!” Leila shouted from his living room. “Are you done yet! My grandma is going to starve!!!”
“Uh… almost done…” Ron cried out, wiping the flour off his face, but instead caused his face to flour more. Leila heard the doubts in his reply and sighed putting down the snacks and slapping her jeans clean from the bits. She headed to the kitchen and gasped when her head poked in.
“Oh…Where…” she looked around and almost missed Ron who was camouflaged in flour like his kitchen. She burst out laughing until tears were practically spraying were out from her eyes, and rolled clutching her aching stomach.
“Ha… Ha… Ha…” she pointed at Ron who was definitely a laughable sight. In short, he looked like a wax figure coated with flour. His hair… Well, let’s just say they were not the usual ‘cool’ way he gel them to be.
Ron was relieved that she had resorted to laughter instead of madness. He really could not take her torments any longer. He laughed along feebly.
“Heheh…” Ron scratched his hair, flour snowing down. “Why don’t we just buy huh Lei…”
Leila picked herself up and controlled her laughter. “No, let me see your output…”
Ron grimaced fearfully as he took the tray of burnt and distorted egg tarts out from the oven and presented it to her with his sweetest ‘Your Royal Highness’.
“It’s sweet…” Leila took a bite, and Ron could hardly believe she was actually satisfied with his badly baked tarts. He peeked open an eye to look at her face. She was smiling sweetly at him biting off the corners that were burnt.
“Don’t Lei, it’s bitter and yucky and bad for health…” Ron took away the tart from her. “We’ll just go buy okay? I’ll be ready in five, need to shower…”
“I love it Ron…” Leila said grabbing back the tart. Ron lost his balance in the chaotic kitchen and fell forward lurching at Leila. She backed but bumped into the wall as Ron’s arm flailed to catch her as support. She held out her arms to aid and they fell into a hug. Ron breathed heavily by her ears.
“You… you love my tarts?” He asked. “Or do… do you love me?”
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Sunday, 28th July 2002, 7pm
Wallace looked down at the night view of beautifully lit Hong Kong streets from the window of his hotel room, but his mind saw her stunning face instead. She’s still beautiful as before…
Her words flashed in his mind.
Should I? Why do I need to consider helping a friend? Am I jealous over Raymond?
When he saw the sparkling diamond ring on her finger, his heart ached quite a lot. Her neck no longer wore the apple pendant necklace. He had known of their marriage, but facing the fact personally had a much stronger effect on him.
What do you want Wallace? You can’t have her, and you don’t let others have her… What do you expect?
He snorted when he recalled her comment on his smile.
I’ve not been smiling since I left you in England, Mich. I saved it all for this day.
Suddenly feeling a strong desire to see her face again, he put down his glass of wine, and called Michelle’s number.
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Michelle looked at the mirror by the corridors of the hotel. Her heart was beating unusually fast. She smoothed her hair and perfected her blouse. She had no idea why she was so nervous about meeting Wallace to discuss her husband’s case.
She walked towards room 248 and took in a deep breath before knocking.
Wallace opened the door. He smiled at her.
He’s been drinking. She smelt the aroma in the room.
“You’re lovely as always,” he commented casually but her heart skipped.
“Thank you,” she said stepping in.
“I’m just stating the truth.” He shrugged.
“I mean for agreeing to help with Ray’s case. I’m totally lost at it,” she whined.
Wallace looked at her beautiful eyes that were missing their usual shines from lack of sleep.
“Let’s get started. The appeal is sooner than I expect.”
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Wallace could see why even Michelle was having a hard time winning the case. He should have known, judging by her brilliance in Oxford. But he vowed that he would solve it before leaving Hong Kong.
He looked over the piles of books where Michelle had fallen asleep on the table. He walked over and draped his jacket over her bare shoulders. His hand lingered around her hair, hesitating to stroke it before changing his idea.
He walked back to his seat and continued scanning down the stack of abundant information.
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END of Chapter
Author:
Oh gosh, this chapter became so long after I added the RL. Hehe… RL parts added hurriedly on request so if there's mistake or loopholes (which I hope not) forgive me. Hope the addition doesn't interupt with my plot cos i've no time to recomb for loopholes hehe... Oh, and did u guys notice Wallace' appearance in the poster? Hehe cos he's returned! on WM's point great Teppi has helped inserted Wallace... :D