Chapter 25— Who Is She?

"Lena is one gorgeous specimen, "Brian's lips curved in a smile. "She is not a specimen, " Henderson harshed glaring at Brian who facepalmed. "That was not what I meant. All I was trying to say is that she is a beauty, and she seems really nice too. No wonder you can't stop talking about her, "Brian's eyes were glazed with a tease as he hoisted his gaze to Henderson. "Doesn't seem like the case here, you are the one who has been talking about Lena nonstop, " Henderson sassed his cold glance dotting Brian. Brian and Henderson were hanging out as usual, Brian couldn't talk about anything else but Lena. He had been talking about her non stop, saying how awesome he thought she was, and Henderson couldn't be any less furious, Brian was enjoying it. The possessiveness and jealousy that was as clear as crystal in Henderson's eyes was the final confirmation Brian needed. The other day while at Henderson's mansion, Brian came to the conclusion that his best friend had fallen in love but admitted it was going to be a huge deal because of his past experiences. Despite that, It wasn't a good enough reason for Brian not to make his friend come to the realisation and accept his feelings for Lena before it became too late. "Henderson, why don't you just tell her?" Henderson peered at Brian with raised brows and a pinched expression, "Tell who what?" A frustrated sigh left Brian's lips and he scoffed seeing how Henderson was claiming not to have an idea what he was talking about. "Why don't you just tell Lena that you love her?" ...... ... Henderson couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard he tried, at first he just lay on the bed with eyes wide open and sleep appeared to have fled far away from him. He sat up but that wasn't doing any good or helping with the thoughts that filled his mind. He was wallowing in Brian's words,' Why don't you just tell Lena that you love her?' Was he in love with Lena? No way, he kept asking himself questions and giving answers to them at the same time. It felt as though he had no control of his mind. Shortly after Henderson insisted that Brian left his house, he went into the garden where Itzel, Lena and Trent were but Lena didn't seem to be in a good mood. When Henderson asked what the problem was Trent said was saying it had something to do with what his grandma said when they visited her but Lena chipped in before he could finish giving Henderson the details saying everything was fine and she just had to rest. Henderson knew that was a lie because from the information Matteo had compiled in the file about Lena after he asked him to, he got to know that Lena and her mom didn't get along, and her mom despised Trent. He felt sorry for her but made up his mind not to talk to her about it, he feared she was going to think he was prying into her privacy which in fact he was doing but he didn't want her to know. Although Henderson was trying so hard to keep himself from talking to Lena about her and Trent joining him and Itzel to eat in the dining he couldn't. He spoke to her about it and she agreed without bringing up any excuses which was quite surprising to him. "Someone's at the door, " Itzel and Trent mumbled in unison when the doorbell rang twice. They chortled realising they said the same thing at the same time. Lena smiled shaking her head. "I'll get it." She trailed to the door and pulled it open. Her eyes crinkled seeing a lady in front, who was she? "Hi Lena, " a smile embraced the Lady's lips as her eyes scrutinised Lena who was surprised that the unknown lady knew her name. "Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Cleo." Lena just gawked at the lady without saying a word. She was deep in thought, if the lady knew her name then it meant she was a close acquaintance of Henderson. "Can I come in?" Cleo asked with a smile since Lena was still standing in front of her and there was no way she could get in. Lena came to the realisation and stepped to the side. "Thank you, " Cleo muttered before she stepped in and closed the door "Aunt Cleo, " Itzel gasped running towards Cleo when she saw her walk in. "I've missed you Zel, " Cleo giggled kissing Itzel's cheeks after they broke the hug that seemed like it wasn't going to end. Lena watched the scene with curled-up lips and a pissed expression. No one ever mentioned Cleo to her hearing but now that the lady was here it was as though she was someone special and really close to Itzel's heart. Itzel had never given anyone aside from her dad, Lena, or Alia this kind of welcome well except the one time she pretended to like Maya. "Who are you?" Lena didn't realise when the words left her mouth until she heard them herself. The Cleo lady's attention was now turned to Lena who had a cold countenance as they gazed at each other. "I'm..." Cleo open her mouth but didn't get to finish her statement. "Cleo, " Henderson called as he emerged from the stairs. Cleo averted her gaze from Lena to Henderson, her lips spread in a wide smile as their eyes met. "Henderson." She called scooting to him. As soon as they stood in front of each other their arms tightened around each other as they shared a hug with eyes that gleamed and face full of smiles. Lena was unable to bear the sight in front of her as an uncontrollable feeling of rage washed through her as though she had caught her spouse cheating on her. She let out a huff and stormed out of the living room. The lady was probably one of his flings, Lena concluded. The thought of it made her feel like a weight was on her chest and a lump suddenly formed in her throat. Lena stopped abruptly, she berated herself for her behaviour. She was never the one to act or treat anyone like that, but she had taken several steps away from the living room so she couldn't go back since she had no reasonable explanation to give for her behaviour. She was confused by her outburst, she had never felt that feeling that just controlled her actions in the living room. Whatever the feeling was it was best if she buried it deep never to come out or show itself again. A pronounced sigh left her lips and then continued to walk to her room.