Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

The comment was insulting to her family members. Her grandmother taught her such things from a very early age. She had been the pride of her grandparents. However, since Travis has been in her life, she threw everything she knew about poise and elegance out the window.

“And you always emphasize that you were born poor. When did you develop such aristocratic qualities? Aren’t you supposed to be naturally noble?” Arianna retorted.

“I thought you knew me. I studied in the so-called noble schools. While other children played basketball, I learned horsemanship, archery, and golf.” Travis said plainly.

Arianna was a little surprised. She knew all about his life but knew very little about his education.

“Are you surprised? My mother sold herself to the rich so that I could study in the best schools.”

She didn’t say anything, as she was lost in thought.

Now, she finally had the missing piece of the puzzle. Travis’s mother was exceptionally beautiful but lost her mind when she was still young. And since she was able to appear normal publicly, she sold her body to send him to school. But he also had to take care of her. When she committed suicide, she left him enough money to travel and go to university.

Arianna mulled over the story for some time. Only recently did she realize why Travis kept his home so plain and hospital-like. It was what his childhood home was like for his mother. Perhaps he felt safe that way, where nothing was threatening.

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Travis scrutinized her for remaining so quiet. Arianna didn’t want him to ask about what she was thinking, so she tried to redirect the conversation, “Oh, now I remember. The noble rot wine is a type of white brewed with moldy, rotten grapes, right?”

As she was speaking, their waiter came and delivered more food to them. The waiter heard what she said, and his hands shook, spilling a few drops of wine as he refilled Travis’s glass. He apologized to Travis repeatedly.

Travis looked at Arianna and saw her covering her face with a napkin. He could not tell what she was doing.

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became very tense. Arianna asked, “I have a question for you. Is it more stylish to drink red or white wine? You seem to drink both, but most people usually have a preference.”

She had been curious about this for a long time but never had a chance to ask. When they ate, they usually had white wine, but in the evenings, when they just had drinks, it was usually red.

“My family used to have a small vine garden in our backyard. Every time the grapes were harvested, there were too many to be eaten, so my mom brewed white wine with the grapes. We always drank it at the table, and I’ve simply continued that tradition.”

He added, “As I became older, I learned to appreciate red wine as well, but never with food.”

As she absorbed this information, neither of them spoke for a while. But a thought jumped into Travis’s mind after a few minutes, “Also, please do not say ‘moldy rotten grape’ in public. It’s too embarrassing.”

“Fine.”

She did not care that he was disciplining her. However, Arianna noticed that when he spoke about his mother, Travis’s expression softened, as did his voice. It was like he was trapped in a beautiful memory, which was surprising to her. Arianna thought he would not talk much about his mother as she did not give him a happy childhood, but it turned out that she did her best.

Perhaps that stunning woman did hurt her son but also gave him the most precious tenderness and thoughtfulness.

Arianna tried to remember her own mother, but her memory was vague. She rarely sat with her mother for over an hour. Her mother never beat her, scolded her, or asked about her affairs. All she did was shop and gamble.

Thinking of that, Arianna almost felt jealous of Travis. She wanted to smile and recall the memories of her mother like he was doing, but she did not have such memoirs.

When Arianna learned that she was not her father’s child, her mother said, “Arianna, I’m so sorry we lied to you for this long.” And the last time she saw her mother, she said to her, “I’m sorry I wasn’t a good mother.” A few days later, she received news of her mother’s suicide and was not shocked, as if she knew it was going to happen.

“Did you choose to study geology because you wanted to work in this field?” Arianna tried to change the conversation as she saw that Travis was deep in thought, and she didn’t want to talk about his mother any longer.

But mentioning his major did not divert his attention. He said, “No. I studied geology to prove a point to my mother. She believed it wasn’t a promising major.”

“So you took the major and accidentally discovered the gem mine?”

“Everyone has their lucky day.” He casually mentioned.

When he started getting good luck, her family’s luck started running out, Arianna thought to herself. She suddenly felt extremely depressed. She ate a piece of bread and then spat it out because it was too spicy.

She took the cup, forgetting that it was wine, and took a drink. Arianna had to spit it back into the cup once more – she was expecting water. Travis was watching her again, but she did not care. Her mouth was on fire, and she needed to find something to put out the flame.

After some mental preparation, she tried to drink the noble rot wine again, hoping the sweetness would dull the fire in her mouth. Arianna had never loved sweets, but this time it tasted even worse. She swallowed half of the wine in her mouth before she felt stomach contents rising back up her throat.

She spewed the remaining wine back into the glass for the third time. But she could not throw up in front of him in such a beautiful place. So she used the napkin to cover her mouth and walked to the washroom quickly.