"I've got spares."And then, like magic, Lauren watched as Wyneth produced another set from her luggage. Lauren was speechless, her eyes twitched in disbelief. "Do you pack anything for yourself in that suitcase?""These are for myself."Wyneth's statement caught in Lauren's throat, it took her a moment to respond. "I mean, don't you pack clothes, makeup, that sort of stuff?""I did, two sets."Lauren was even more lost for words. The girl in front of her was striking, and upon their first meeting, Lauren thought she was breathtaking. She thought that as long as Wyneth's acting skills were up to par, she was certain to shine in the entertainment industry. Lauren had assumed she would be a bit of a drama queen, so she kept her distance during their journey. But, when the car sickness became too much, she had no choice but to lean on Wyneth. As it turned out, Wyneth was nothing like she had imagined.The scent of the essential oil quickly filled the room. Lauren changed out the ori
In a foreign place, sleep evaded Lauren entirely. She was used to burning the midnight oil, and suddenly being forced to hit the sack early felt unnatural. The hard bed beneath her did not help matters. Lauren turned her head, hoping to engage Wyneth in conversation, only to discover that Wyneth's eyes were already closed, her breathing steady. Lauren hesitated, then cautiously called out."Wyneth?"There was no response. Wyneth was evidently fast asleep. Lauren was flabbergasted. 'Asleep? So quickly?' Not wanting to disturb her, Lauren lay back down. Soon, her mind drifted into a hazy slumber.The next day, a rooster's crow roused Lauren from sleep. Upon seeing that it was just after 5:00 a.m., she groaned in exasperation. "So noisy," she muttered, covering her head with the blanket in hopes of catching a few more winks. However, the persistent crowing drove her to sit up in resignation. To her surprise, Wyneth was already up and dressed, her bedding neatly folded. It was clear tha
Lauren watched Wyneth, sensing something amiss. Yet she could not pinpoint what it was. Until three minutes later, a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts."Wyneth, Lauren, are you up?"With a scoff, Lauren retorted, "Talk about timing!" Rising to open the door, she was nearly met face-first with a video camera. She recoiled, her hand shooting up to shield her cheek before remembering her face was fully made-up. 'Why am I hiding? I've already done my makeup.' Hand dropping, she faced the lens, and greeted with a wave."Good morning."The show's team had hoped to surprise them, to capture the stars without makeup for the viewers. Yet there stood Lauren, fully made-up, radiant. Denied their "gotcha" moment, the cameraman swiveled toward the other occupant of the room—Wyneth. It was then that Lauren realized what felt off earlier. Wyneth wore no makeup.'She's not wearing makeup!' Realizing this, Lauren instinctively blocked the camera, repeating cheerfully, "Good morning, good
He stood there, somewhat flustered, for a good while. Just as he began to inquire about the situation, Wyneth offered a slight smile before rising to her feet."Let's go then, breakfast awaits."As Lauren got up with her, she asked quietly, "Don't you need to put on some... stuff?""I've applied sunscreen," Wyneth replied."S-Sunscreen?" Lauren was at a loss for words, wanting to clarify that she had not been referring to sunscreen. But it was too late; she was already following Wyneth out.Once the pair met up with Harry, they were tailed by two cameramen. Seizing the opportunity, Harry asked in a hushed tone, "What just happened?""Wyneth didn't have any makeup on when the cameraman rushed in to snap a picture," Lauren whispered back.Upon hearing that, Harry's gaze instinctively fell on Wyneth's face. After examining her for a moment, he asked, a faint blush on his cheeks, "You're okay, right?"Before Wyneth could answer, Lauren quickly interjected, "She's perfectly fine. Ho
With a roguish grin, Harry said, "My mom always says, except when I'm writing songs, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed."That quickly ruled out three candidates, leaving just Derek and Wyneth. Though Derek was barely into his twenties, he exuded a sense of maturity and steadiness. As Wyneth's gaze fell on him, perhaps because it was just the two of them left, Derek was looking back at her. Just as he was about to speak, Wyneth softly suggested, saying, "You should be the team leader. I think you'd make a better team leader than me."Her words stopped Derek in his tracks. After a moment's pause, he nodded. "Alright."Henry scrutinized Derek carefully, nodding with satisfaction. "Good choice."The young man had displayed an impressive calm and steady demeanor since they met the previous day, making him the most suitable choice for team leader among them. Once the leader was chosen, they were handed a list of activities by the production crew, activities that were part of Mason an
As some wise man said, "Comparison is the thief of joy." After hearing the tasks assigned to the men, Lauren suddenly felt her chicken and duck feeding duty was a cakewalk. Afterward, Derek assigned Henry the simple chore of weeding. Henry accepted it readily. Given his age, it did not seem right to have him join in the cleanup of the fowl droppings.With everyone's roles decided, they set off.Wyneth was the first to rise. With her motion, several young men wielding cameras also stirred, causing a commotion that surprised the rest of the guests at the table. When they turned their heads, they saw a good four or five photographers hot on Wyneth's trail.While Lauren was puzzled, Harry, ever the blunt one, bellowed, "What are all of you following her for? Isn't it supposed to be one person per camera?"Derek was at a loss for words. Beside him, Mason chuckled. "It must be because she's pretty. They couldn't resist."The photographers stood frozen for a moment, then a few returned,
When he finished, something seemed to occur to him, and he turned to remind the crew. "During the editing process, make sure to include extra footage of her," he instructed.The production team nodded immediately. "Understood."This was, after all, someone Shaun had brought on board. Even though she did not have any works out yet, Shaun's eye for talent was notorious within the industry. When she had become a big star, their show would undoubtedly ride her coattails for a boost in popularity. Wyneth, oblivious to the particular attention she had garnered from the production crew, remained smiling, engaging, and strikingly beautiful in front of the camera. Her beauty was a feast for the eyes.The path was rough, littered with shards and jagged stones, but Wyneth had come prepared in sneakers, rendering the rugged terrain inconsequential. By the time she arrived, there were already people waiting for her in the pigpen. The farm was vast and the Ashers had a wide range of produce; the
Wyneth was gentle and candid. The team monitoring the footage nodded in satisfaction."Her response is perfect, balanced. If she denied the smell, she'd appear insincere, yet if she admitted it was foul, she'd be too blunt.""She reacts quickly."The more they observed Wyneth through the lens, the more they appreciated her.Meanwhile, Lauren was not faring so well. Having escaped pig-feeding duty, she was now on her way to feed the chickens and ducks. She had consumed these creatures, seen them on television, and even witnessed their slaughter during festivities in her childhood, so she figured the task should not be too challenging. But no sooner had she entered the chicken coop than she accidentally crushed an egg. She froze for a moment, slowly lowering her gaze. Then, she noticed the egg she had crushed, and a mother hen stared at her indignantly, rising to peck at her."Ahh!" Lauren screamed, "Mama Hen, I didn't mean to smash your little one!" With that, she turned and bolted
"I heard," Hayden sighed, thinking she might tell him not to touch her."What do you think?" Wyneth asked."Me?" A small smile formed on Hayden's lips as he gently kissed her. "It's whatever you want."Wyneth's eyes sparkled. "So, you'll listen to me?"Hayden hesitated. "Except...""What?" Wyneth's tone shifted to annoyance. "You aren't backing out, right? You just said it's up to me.""It's not that I'm backing out," Hayden said, "I just have one condition. I'll listen to you any other time, but there's one thing I can't do.""What thing?" Wyneth asked.Hayden leaned in and whispered in her ear. Wyneth's face turned a shade of pink, and she pushed him away, gasping."You're such a creep!" she exclaimed.Hayden took her wrist, drawing her close and kissed her earlobe. "What's the matter? Isn't this okay for us? Don't you think so?" As he kissed her, he began to unbutton her collar. His voice was low and smooth. "Just listen to me this one time. For everything else, whatever y
On the ride home from the hotel, tears rolled down Wyneth's cheeks nonstop. This time, though, she was not alone by the car window. She was nestled in Hayden's arms. He wiped away each tear, comforting her all the way."Don't cry. It's just a mix-up, okay? He said he's fine and will be around for a long time," Hayden whispered.Despite his soothing words, Wyneth's tears did not cease. Seeing this, Hayden, filled with concern, gently asked, "Is this not what you wanted?"Confused, Wyneth looked up. "What are you talking about? I'm beyond happy he's alive."Hayden smiled, gently wiping her eyes. "Then why are you still crying?""I'm crying because..." Wyneth bit her lower lip, with Hector's words echoing in her mind.She had always been upset, believing her father had not wanted her years ago. But just as she was about to leave, Cindy pulled her aside. "Wyneth," her mother said gently, "your dad did want you. When I divorced him, I had just one demand.""What was it?""I wanted o
Everyone was silent. Just before entering the private dining room, Wyneth blurted out, "Is he really dying?" Hearing this, Andrew's steps halted. Before he could answer, she added, "How long does he have? Why didn't anyone say anything before?"Andrew sighed and turned around. "Is that why you're here?" Wyneth pursed her lips. A wave of uncertainty washed over Andrew. 'This mom and daughter,' he thought, 'they're here because they got it all wrong. Mom is acting differently toward Dad, too. She was all tough before, but now she's gone soft, probably thinks Dad is dying. And Dad? He's just laughing, like he's having a good time with all this mess.' Andrew hesitated, then said, "Let's talk inside." He chose to hold his words for now.Hayden and Wyneth walked into the private dining room. Cindy was passing dishes to Hector. As they entered, every pair of eyes turned their way. A divorced couple and six sons stared at Hayden. Used to the predictable world of leadership, Hayden now ventur
In the end, Wyneth decided to stay. She could see the honesty in Matilda's words and knew she was sincere. Recognizing Matilda as not her birth mother made Wyneth realize she should not hold her to the same expectations. With acceptance, she focused on building her future with Hayden, freeing herself from doubts and reservations.With Wyneth's decision to stay, Matilda's heart swelled with joy and immense honor. Realizing Wyneth's sincere intentions, not merely chasing the Hamilton family's wealth, transformed their relationship. Matilda's newfound warmth toward her was evident. Gifts, once withheld, now freely flowed into Wyneth's room. At auctions, Matilda eagerly bid on items for Wyneth. During jewelry store visits, Matilda generously bought her gifts, swiping her credit card without hesitation, and welcoming her nearly as a daughter.Wyneth received a call from her mother. Even after so many years, her mom, Cindy, was still bossy. "Your father isn't doing well. You should come to
Just at that moment, a knock sounded from outside."Sir, your mother is back," someone said.Hayden could feel the person in his arms stiffen, her body tensed. "Don't worry, I'm right here," he reassured her softly."Your mother heard that Ms. Walford is here. She wants to see her," the voice from outside continued.'Meet me?' Wyneth bit her lower lip lightly. 'Why does she want to see me? To insult me again?'"She hasn't eaten yet. She can meet her after eating," Hayden said, gently turning down the request for Wyneth. Outside, everything fell silent."Won't this offend your mom?" Wyneth's voice filled with concern as she asked.Hayden looked at Wyneth, pausing for a moment before speaking. "I know she's been mean to you," he said. Wyneth's eyes widened in surprise. "I'm sorry." He bent down and lightly kissed her forehead. "You've been treated unfairly." Seeing her blink, he added, "Let's eat first. After that, I'll go with you."Wyneth was a bit nervous, but not as anxious a
Hector was speechless as Cindy mistakenly thought he was ill. Seeing her worried face, he felt the misunderstanding might not be so terrible. He shared a look with Andrew. His eldest son caught on immediately, giving a subtle head shake. Understanding the signal not to mislead Cindy any further, Hector hesitated before gently asking, "Can I see her? Even just a glance?" It had been many years since he last saw his daughter up close, and she had not called him "Dad" in all that time.Cindy, lost in thought, stared at Hector before finally nodding as if admitting defeat. "Fine, I'll call her."Later, Wyneth fell asleep. Upon waking, she found herself on the large bed in Hayden's bedroom. She saw Hayden sitting at the sofa, busy with a computer.Hearing her movement, Hayden immediately got up and walked toward her. "Awake? Thirsty or hungry? Want something to eat first?"Having slept through lunch, Wyneth was hungry, so she nodded. "Sure."After Hayden left to give some instructions,
'He shifts moods so fast,' Wyneth thought as she stared at her unattended ringing phone.Observing her delay, Hayden asked, "What's going on?"In his mind, a thought flickered, 'She seems reluctant to take the call. Perhaps there's tension with her eldest brother?'"He's calling now; must be about him," Wyneth whispered."About your dad?"They had decided to be together, and Wyneth did not hide anything from him. "Yeah, my dad."Hayden did not utter a single word."I don't like him," Wyneth softly said, staring at her ringing phone. "Answer it for me and say I'm asleep," she whispered to Hayden as she cozied up to him. Without a word, Hayden picked up the phone and conveyed the message before ending the call.After ending the call, a curious Hector asked, "Well? Where is she?"Understanding the situation, Andrew said, "She didn't answer the phone; she's asleep."Despite hearing the words, Hector felt something was off. He sighed, "She really doesn't like me.""Don't worry, D
"Trouble recognizing faces? What do you mean?" Hector Spencer asked.Andrew sighed. "Dad, he's Wyneth's ex-husband."Hector's eyes widened in surprise. "He is? No wonder I didn't recognize him. I must've barely seen him before.""Is that what's bothering you?" Andrew asked."What else would it be?" Hector replied, still taken aback.Andrew sighed. His dad, Hector, was good at many things and never stayed mad at people. But there was one funny thing about him: he could never remember faces of people outside their family. "You don't mind?" Andrew asked.Smiling, Hector replied, "Mind what? She's told everyone, so she must be ready. I've never been the dad she favored. If I object now, won't she dislike me even more?"Andrew was left speechless by this. He had not expected Hector to have no objections. "Seems like someone doesn't need your approval."Changing the topic, Hector asked, "What about your mom? Is she back?" He had been living alone for many years.Andrew exhaled. "I t
Everyone rushed to check out Wyneth's Facebook and, sure enough, they saw her admitting to the relationship, along with a freshly taken selfie.At first, Wyneth only wanted to write a post. But after Hayden tasted the joy of going public with their relationship, he suggested taking a wefie for the official announcement. Feeling his excitement, Wyneth agreed. They posted the wefie on Facebook, captioned "Officially Together". Yet, Hayden was not done. He captured another photo, this time holding her hand, eager to share their love with the world.Since Hayden was not a celebrity or idol, he had no fan feelings to fret over. Eager to declare his love, he did not hold back. His photo captured his sharp features and dark, gem-like eyes that shone under the camera lights. The image showcased his palm holding Wyneth's fair, slender hand. Their contrasting hands highlighted his affection, radiating warmly from the photo.After the photo came out, everyone was shocked. This included fans, p