Changing Ways

"Why do you want to buy my land again?" He asked.

I contemplated what to answer. Well,  I clearly know the answer, I just don't want to explain it. "This is precious to me. There are many memories that happened here. Plus, I already had a plan. I want to cultivate this land and form it into my own farm and resting house.” 

He raised his eyebrows at my response. "Just that?"

My eyebrows met, looking at him in the eye. "What? I'm sure you know my grandfather is the past owner of this land and now, I want it back."

At this moment, both of us were standing up now. His eyes were turning dark now. "Well, princess. It's unlikely to happen because as far as I know, I didn't put a 'For Sale sign outside this house. It's mine and I'll decide whether to sell it or not."

I gritted my teeth. Damn this man. Annoying! I thought he was reasonable enough! 

I sighed. Calm down, you are an elegant young lady. You are Sereia Philomena Hudson Isolde. You can do everything. Face this. 

I blinked and heaved deeply. When I was calmed enough, I asked again, "You're really not going to sell it to me?"

He shook his head. "No."

I met his gaze, not daring to back down. His hazel eyes clashed against my brown eyes. I almost drowned in his gaze, feeling a bit intimidated. He then blinked, and I hatched a plan. 

"What should I do for you to sell it? You're a billionaire, right? You're wealthy and can afford any land you want. Can't you just give this up?" I asked.

 I swear, I'll do anything, except selling my body or fake pretending to be his wife or something because I'll strongly reject that idea. 

He paused, considering my request for a second before grinning. "Well, there is a way..."