"Who is she?" Luca asked quietly. "You don't know her?" Rayyan asked back. "If I knew her, I wouldn't be asking," Luca replied bluntly. "Ayeleen. Gretta's sister," Meizar answered on behalf of Rayyan. Zello and Luca both looked at Meizar and Rayyan in surprise. "What?" They both asked simultaneously. "Isn't Gretta's sister..." Zello tried to recall a figure from the past that was clearly very different from the person now approaching them. "Well, people can change," Rayyan replied flatly. "Lately, she's been openly getting close to you. Is she the girl who caught your attention?" Rayyan asked, curious. But before Ignazio could answer, the girl was already by the side of the sofa they were sitting on, greeting them. "I heard Ignazio is here, and it's true," she greeted enthusiastically. She also waved her hand to Meizar and Rayyan, who were also her bosses at Kralligimiz. The six men looked at Ayeleen with different expressions. Zello and Luca looked at Ayeleen with assessing g
Ignazio was about to explain and defend his presence and Ayeleen, but Xaverio spoke first. "Is Uncle Zello here? I need to get something," he quickly said and, without waiting for an answer, walked past Ignazio towards the door connecting to the kitchen. Ignazio wanted to follow Xaverio to explain and prevent his nephew from thinking negatively, but Ayeleen's condition, half-conscious, made him feel that he had to prioritize her. Without difficulty, Ignazio guided Ayeleen to the elevator that would take them to the parking area. "If you've forgotten about Gretta, I want to be your wife," the girl babbled against Ignazio's chest. "I've liked you for a long time. I promise to be a good wife and to love Gianna as my own child." She pledged, looking at Ignazio with pleading eyes. Ignazio lowered his head and looked at the girl sharply. He absolutely did not want to comment on Ayeleen's statement or promise her anything. The elevator door opened instantly, and not wanting to waste ti
Olivia was surprised to find Xaverio waiting for her on the staircase leading to the employee dormitory when she returned from the mini-market. "Where have you been?" he asked as he noticed Olivia approaching. Olivia showed him the plastic bag with the mini-market logo. "Why didn't you bring your phone when you went out? I've been trying to reach you." Olivia smiled. "I didn't plan to be out for long, and it wasn't long, actually," she replied honestly. "Did you just get back from classes?" she asked, curious. Xaverio nodded. They climbed the stairs to the third floor where the employee dormitory was located. Yes, Flavia had built a dormitory for her employees right above her cafe. Initially, the third floor was just an empty space, but considering the needs of her employees, Flavia had it constructed and allowed her female employees to use it. Compared to the rooms Olivia occupied in Quirino's residence, the dorm Flavia provided for her employees wasn't too big, but it was also
Ignazio was figuring out a way to go to Kansas under the pretext of work. The only job that required him to go to Kansas was related to Ayeleen. Ignazio wanted to cancel it, but his desire to meet Olivia was much stronger than his desire to avoid Ayeleen. Eventually, he agreed to go. When the event was over, Ignazio tried to avoid Ayeleen. However, she tried to detain him and asked for his help to accompany her to her friend's birthday party, which happened to be on the same day. "Who knows, you might find new talents there. Wasn't your skill before about finding talent?" Ayeleen persuaded with her sweet smile. Ignazio didn't need new talent; that wasn't his job right now. He just wanted to get out of there quickly and go to his brother's house to meet Olivia. "Come on... we rarely go out. Besides, I can't go there alone because I don't know anyone." "But I also can't not go because she's my good friend, and her daughter knows Dad." Ayeleen kept coaxing. "It won't take long, just
Olivia gazed at her reflection in front of the dressing room mirror at the boutique, rendered speechless. "Olivia, are you done?" Xaverio shouted impatiently from outside the dressing room. "X, I'm not sure about this outfit. Are there any other options?" Olivia yelled back, examining her appearance. "What's wrong with that outfit?" Xaverio inquired. "This is too..." Olivia couldn't find the words. "Come out, let me see," Xaverio commanded. Olivia took a deep breath and exhaled quickly. It's not that she didn't like the outfit Xaverio had chosen. She loved it. It was plain white with feather embellishments on the front. The problem was that the dress was too revealing, not only showing Olivia's arms and neck but also her shoulders and upper chest, supported only by very thin spaghetti straps. "Olivia..." Xaverio impatiently called her, and Olivia reluctantly opened the dressing room door to show her appearance. "Wow..." Xaverio whistled and looked at Olivia in amazement. "I can'
Ignazio sat in the chair, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Once again, he had made a mistake, unintentionally hurting Olivia once more. Why couldn't he act maturely? Nothing had happened between him and Ayeleen, Ignazio boldly swore. Yes, they had kissed that night, and Ignazio had deliberately responded to figure out his own feelings. But after that, nothing had occurred. Instead of feeling passionate, Ignazio felt repulsed by himself. Both Ayeleen and Olivia were still young. The age difference between them and Ignazio was considerable. Both were beautiful and captivating, yet Ignazio felt no attraction to Ayeleen. When he kissed Ayeleen, all that lingered in his mind was Olivia. After the incident in the parking lot, Ignazio escorted Ayeleen to her apartment out of a sense of responsibility. Subsequently, he went straight back to his parents' home, spending the remainder of the night in the room Olivia had vacated. Several surprising events unfolded in the days that followe
Olivia woke up with a throbbing headache. She opened her eyes and immediately closed them again because the harsh light made her eyes hurt. "Where am I?" she wondered to herself. Olivia tried to adjust her vision and slowly sat up. Her head throbbed strongly, and suddenly she felt nauseous. She got out of bed and headed to find the bathroom. Fortunately, she found it before she could vomit. Nothing came out, adding to her distress. Olivia turned on the tap and splashed water on her face before sitting down on the closed toilet, folding her arms, and holding her head with both hands. "What happened?" she asked herself. Olivia looked at her clothes and remembered wearing them at the party the night before. "What happened at the party? And why am I ending up here?" Olivia stood up and returned to the room with a heavy head. She tried to remember the events of the party, and her last memory was seeing Ignazio and Ayeleen at the party. Vaguely, she remembered Ignazio carrying her as
Olivia has changed her uniform to casual attire. She glances at herself in the mirror. She's not the elegant, expensive-dressed woman from last night, nor is she the casually dressed boutique type like Ayeleen earlier this afternoon. However, she's not in shabby clothes either. Despite wearing affordable, off-the-rack clothes, Olivia is discerning in choosing fabrics and is adept at taking care of them. Olivia arrives at the location Ayeleen mentioned a while later. She takes a deep breath before pushing the thick, gold-framed glass door in front of her. The staff of the upscale restaurant looks at Olivia with a judgmental gaze, suspecting that she might have entered the wrong place with her seemingly inexpensive outfit. "I have an appointment with Ayeleen," says Olivia, somewhat annoyed by the woman's scrutinizing look, guessing she's in her early thirties. The woman nods, still with a disdainful expression, then guides Olivia to an empty private room. "Miss Ayeleen said she aske