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Elizalde's POV . "You look devilishly handsome, and your eyes tell everything, Elizalde. So, could you not show it too much? It's creeping the hell out of me." Don bowed his head slightly to me and smiled. Being in love feels so damn good, and I can't wait to see Lizzie. I have arranged a dinner date for us down over looking at the sea. I know she loves the smell of the ocean breeze. "So what's happening tonight? Aren't you joining The Wranglers Boys? I-I mean, it's our boy's night out tonight." Don reminded me. I know that, but it doesn't matter if I join them or not. "I'll pass tonight, Don. You can tell that to the boys. I have an important mission." I shifted my gaze to my table. A black box is waiting for me, and I can't wait to give it to Lizzie. Don's eyes averted at my expression, and as he shook his head, his simpering smile indicated that I was doing the right thing with Lizzie. "Okay. I'll take charge of the boys tonight." His eyes beamed, and he gave me a friendly pa
Lizzie's POV . "That's all I need, Kristoff. I don't need your pieces of advice. I can manage it myself." I ignored the expression on his face after he submitted his proposal. The meeting will resume at two in the afternoon as the board has their candidate of which one to take as per the proposals. I have made up my mind and will stick to my principles. But my husband, Elizalde, will have the final decision. "You haven't checked it all, Lizzie. Consider it first, and see how the board will like it. I-m sure --" "I don't like it and don't care about the board's decisions either. However, the final verdict will be on my husband's end. And you know that." I stood up, ready to walk out of the conference. I handed Maya the documents, and I could sense Kristoff was following me. "Lizzie, wait!" He immediately blocked in front of me. "Please, look at it first. I have already presented this to Mr George, but he wants your approval. I am offering this as a worker in this company, not your
Lizzie’s POV . What’s the point of asking him? He seems pretty happy talking to his ex! “Why, what’s wrong, love? Is there anything you disagree with?” I shifted my eyes to where his table was. There were two empty cups on top. Seriously? He had a good time talking to his ex? Ugh! “Why did you approve Kristoff’s proposal?” I know this is very unprofessional of me. But who cares! This is how I feel, and I won’t lie about it. And instead of confronting me, Elizalde held my hand and stared intently at me. “Lizzie, when it comes to business, you should know where to stand. Use your brain, love and not your heart. But, then, that’s how you can take most of your enemy down.” My lips parted slightly as I couldn’t believe it had come out of his mouth. “So, you’re going to be friendly with them? Have a cup of coffee with them, pretentiously laugh and establish a fake relationship. Is that so, Elizalde?” My eyes furrowed. There was a slight smile on his lips, and then he gently nodded.
Lizzie's POV . "Thank you, Emma. I can really count on you." "No, problem, Liz. When it comes to you and the business, I will give all my support." Emma gave me a thumbs-up before she trailed off. Everything is back to its routine now. Most of the work at the company is now okay. My father rang me earlier and wanted a special lunch with my stepmother and Snow. I am trying to figure out what's the agenda. But I am no longer scared of the two. I will meet them soon. Elizalde arranged a date for us this coming Sunday. I've been bugging him since last night because he seems obvious when surprising me. Elizalde is not good at hiding secrets because I can read them in his eyes. So he's hiding something, and I'm itching to know what it is. It felt like Sunday was way too far for me to wait. "Thank you for coming, my dearie." My father gave me a hug and a pat on my back. I pleasantly answered him. I learned from Mr Maddison, my father's specialist, that my father has health issues and
Lizzie's POV . Silly as it is, but here I am, standing in front of the rotating entrance of the EL Del Real building. I can't believe I came here because I felt doubtful of someone. Or let me say. I felt jealous! Should I step back and go home? Or should I continue my fight? "What the hell am I doing to myself?" I silently whispered and turned around. I sauntered to where my car was parked and entered the car as if nothing had happened. It's only for work, Lizzie! I remind myself as I start the ignition and step on the accelerator. I got home early, unhappy with my decision. It's lonely when it's only me inside our massive house. The gardener kept the place tidy outside, and Miss Choco kept the area clean without dust. She does it once a week, every Friday morning. I sigh and walk towards the elegant classic kitchen—the white and black blended beautifully like an art. This is Elizalde's design. He loves the kitchen area more than I am. I'm not fussy when it comes to the kitchen
Elizalde's POV . Damn it. I'm feeling disoriented and a bit unwell. I had too much to drink and didn't anticipate this outcome. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to excuse myself earlier. The meeting was supposed to be brief, but it turned into an enjoyable dinner with the board members and investors. Emily did an excellent job managing the paperwork and minutes, as I didn't bring any of my secretaries with me. Unfortunately, Don was unavailable due to prior commitments. I planned to inform Lizzie that I'll be home late tonight, but Kent initiated a fun game where we couldn't use our phones and had to put them in a basket on the table. So, though I was having a good time, I was worried about Lizzie and hoped she was not too concerned about me. I exited the men's toilet, and most employees were heading off. They're all going home. "Let's go for a round two, Elizalde. There's a nice private place not far from here. We can sing and dance and drink all night long." Kent looped his hand a
Elizalde's POV . After thanking the cab driver, I closed the car door and took a deep breath, watching as the vehicle drove away. The surroundings were bright, thanks to the solar post that provided ample lighting on all footpaths in the front yard. As I stepped towards the house, my heart began to pound with anticipation, wondering if Lizzie was still awake. Upon entering the house, I couldn't help but feel a sudden loneliness in the air, which made me feel guilty. I realized I had contributed to this mess by not being considerate enough to message her beforehand. I should have known better. As I entered the kitchen, I noticed that the light was on along with the hallway. I washed my hands before examining the cooking pans that were out to dry. I couldn't help but furrow my brows in confusion. Did my wife cook something and wash them by hand instead of using the dishwasher? As I opened the fridge, I noticed the food container and realized that this had happened twice tonight -
Lizzie's POV . Although I attempted to remain composed and pretend to be happy, I reached my breaking point. I feel the urge to express my anger towards him. At present, I have no intention of cooking a meal for him. He can make a do sandwich with cold cuts of meat, which is no concern to me. I had initially prepared the food affectionately, envisioning how much he would enjoy it. But the hell, it was Emily who ate all the food and not him? What a load of crap! I swallowed hard when I heard his car getting into our driveway. I kept my pace, back and forth. Both of my hands were on my hips, and I was thinking of what to say to him first. As the door opened, my heart skipped when I saw him with a bouquet of roses. His smile was warm and welcoming, and I couldn't help but feel dazed by his presence. Shit. I swore in the back of my mind, and my lips parted when I saw the bundle of a thick bouquet of roses he was holding. He looks dashing, like a perfect prince, so masculine and mou
Lizzie . As time passes, everything falls into place for us. Spending time with Elizalde and our loved ones has been an absolute joy. It's a fact that things are constantly evolving and changing, but these changes work out in our favour. It's partially true that your life will turn into what you want in a good way. You must let go of the people who bring negativity to your life. You don't want them to ruin you. My father has settled his way back to where he wanted. He doesn't wants me to get worried about him. He wants to go around the globe and enjoy his retirement. I heard from Don that he is now in a property somewhere closer to home. I'm okay with it as long as he is happy. Elizalde and I settled really well here in Shepperton. Although the weather is cold in Winter, we tend to escape the frosty season and stay somewhere on the Gold Coast. We bought a small property not so close to the beach but within walking distance. Elizalde's mother was doing well after her chemotherapy.
Lizzie . I couldn't believe it. We are in Italy! "Come on, Lizzie. Don't give me that look, love." Elizalde chuckled and grabbed my hand. It's not that I don't like this. But I am thankful for the little changes. It was right at the immigration board that I realised that we were not boarding to Australia. We are going to Italy, spend a few weeks there and then move to Australia. I didn't sleep well all the way here as I couldn't believe it. The food was good inside the aircraft, but I crave the foods I miss. "Can we stop at the La El Merita?" I can't hide my excitement. It's a local restaurant closer to where Elizalde's place. I love every dish on their menus. "Sure, love. Let's get home first, and Rhys will grab and order it for us." "Okay." I nodded and waited patiently. Travelling from the city primary down to Sorrento shorts was pretty decent. But when we started walking up to Elizalde's house on an inclined surface, I felt the weight was on me. "This is not good for pr
Lizzie's POV . My brows furrowed, and my lips twisted in dismay after hearing Snow's interview. She was obviously jealous, but at least she didn't criticise us in front of the reporters. It was a forced smile like she was holding a grudge against me. The backlash of comments online about why we didn't invite Snow and her mother was harsh. But others understand the situation as it was a surprise. A lot of people noticed, too, that my father wasn't around with my Stepmother. It made me realise that their divorce wasn't publicly announced, and now the public is digging again like scavengers in our life. "Oh, God! When are they going to leave you in peace!" Emma flicked her hair behind her shoulder and shook a head. She made some cheesecake for me, which I love to eat at the moment. Now that Emma is here, the house smells good because of her baking expertise. Tomorrow night is our flight, and Elizalde is at his mother's place, fixing some stuff as his mother asked him to do somethi
Lizzie's POV . "Please look after my little furry baby for me, Emma." I squeezed my cat's face and kissed him. My life has turned into a full degree without my cat's knowledge. And bet unknown to my aging and aloof feline companion. I can almost hear him muttering whenever he casts a disdainful gaze. 'What the heck, Lizzie! Get over and get them, gurl!' The threatening look that could kill a bird but can't catch them. "You don't have to remind me that. Your cat will only come to me for a treat." She pouted, looking at the furry being beside her. Emma will be staying at our residence for the time being. This is what Elizalde and I had decided. No one will be looking after our place as we are going overseas. Don temporarily occupies Elizalde's penthouse, and Emma will stay in our house. It's good, anyway. This will save Emma money from renting. "Just keep everything tidy, and water all the plants around the garden." I pressed my lips together. "Okay. No problem. The gardener can
Elizalde's POV . "Please watch over your mother and little sibling inside Mommy's tummy, baby. I love you to the moon and back, sweetheart." A guttering pain pierced inside my chest is buried deep inside me. And no matter how hard I try to calm my senses, there's no way I can get it out of me. I gritted my teeth, trying to control the tears not to fall. Lizzie smiled slightly like an angel, and her eyes were shut while offering a small prayer. It hurts like hell. A type of feeling that covered the whole of me. I felt guilty, broken and useless at times like this. There's no point in talking to the Gods because I can never return what I have lost. "I wonder if we are having a boy or a girl?" Lizzie's eyes beamed with excitement. She's now facing me, and her lips pouted. "It doesn't matter what it is, love. A girl or a boy. I want it to resemble you." I tucked her hair back to her ear, and she giggled slightly. "Oh? But I want it to look like you. If it's a girl, then she will
Lizzie's POV . "This is not you, Lizzie, my dearie. I'm sorry if Snow and I have caused you a lot of trouble in the past. I know it's hard for you to believe me, but I love you as my daughter. What happened to your father and me was hard to explain. I-I love him, and I want to be with him. But -" "But Dad had enough of you," I cut her off. "I'm sorry, but I can no longer help you. You have to talk to Elizalde and not to me. I don't have the right for this. And if I do, I will not help you either. Just be thankful that Elizalde didn't put you behind bars. That would be more embarrassing to your friends." I avoided eye contact and walked away. She called my name repeatedly, but I had nothing to say to her anymore. Emma was smiling while waiting for me outside the car. Next to her is Elizalde's driver, Mr Kim, our chaperon for today. "Thank goodness you came back okay. I was about to get inside, you know." She sat down beside me as soon as I got inside the car. The car started. "D
Elizalde's POV . Meet me outside the garden, in front of the fountain. I have something to tell you. Wear your best smile, okay? Please don't ruin my mood, or you will get something else. Lizzie. . I slightly shook my head and chuckled a little bit. I folded the little paper she gave me earlier. I knew that it was a letter. But then, what really made me smile was the drawing that came with the message. It's a drawing of two hearts engraved on the sandy beach. There's a saying in the background that says: Love will keep us alive through eternity. The penmanship surrounding it was way back when she was only secondary, and I was at college. I was crazy with her at that time, in love and stupid. She was my world, and I couldn't live a single day without her. And even now, Lizzie is still my everything. I hurriedly walked towards the garden. That's where she wants to see me. She's probably waiting there for me. I was right. She's standing on her back while adoring the fountain's li
Elizalde's POV . I was taken aback when Emma messaged me, and for a brief moment, I felt as though my soul had left my body. Despite this, I immediately stepped down from the board of directors meeting. The safety and well-being of Lizzie are of the utmost importance to me, and I cannot forgive myself if anything were to happen to her. I was extremely concerned and anxious. "I'll discuss it with you tomorrow, Zalde." Don sighed in the line, and I gritted my teeth. "Thanks for that, man. See you soon. Bye." After concluding the call, I resumed driving. Lizzie remained silent by my side throughout the journey. I stole a glance at her and noticed her stillness. Her gaze was fixated on the road, mirroring my own. I will discuss this matter once we reach home. I held the car door open for her and silently led her to the kitchen. Once there, she started up the coffee machine with the intention of making a cup for me. I rested my body against the counter and held my arms together unde
Lizzie’s POV . “Thank you for coming, Lizzie. I didn’t expect you would show up.” Kristoff formally stood up and offered the chair to me. I sat down and smiled a little bit at him. “I’ve ordered your favourite drink.” As I gazed upon it, I realised it was no longer my preferred choice of drink. I motioned towards one of the staff members stationed nearby, and she promptly acknowledged my signal. “Can I have a fresh orange juice, please? Thank you.” The staff nodded and trailed off. Kristoff cleared his throat while looking at the drink he had ordered for me. “Sorry, Kristoff, I can no longer consume strong coffee blends. I am only permitted to have decaf, and I already had one cup this morning. I cannot handle another one.” He sighed and nodded a little. “That’s alright. I’m sorry. I forgot that you are pregnant. My bad,” he smiled, trying to act cool about it. But the truth? I know Kristoff is confused and guilty about what happened to us. He made several attempts to contact