Worry gnawed at Ryan's nerves when Jemma didn't return from the washroom for an extended period. With growing concern, he decided to check on her. Hustling to the washroom, he scanned the area but found it empty, devoid of any sign of Jemma. Anxiety crept in as he called out her name, hoping for a response. Ryan's heart sank, realizing that Jemma was nowhere to be found, leaving him deeply unsettled.
Ryan searched the entire production house and the surrounding areas but couldn't locate Jemma. He repeatedly tried calling her, yet there was no answer. After a considerable time passed, he learned that Jemma had left the production house in tears quite some time ago.
Worried and sick, Ryan decided to take action. He and Monica hopped into the car, scouring the roads in a desperate attempt to find Jemma. Despite their thorough search, Jemma was nowhere in sight. Feeling increasingly anxious, Ryan dialled his home number in hopes of finding Jemma there. Unfortunately, she w
Yohan swiftly caught Ryan's arm to prevent him from hitting Jemma. He shot a warning glare at Ryan and shook his head firmly, signalling him to stop, “Don’t dare to touch her.”Ryan turned away in a sudden panic."She needs to learn some manners. She's forgotten how to behave!" Judy shouted.Yohan turned to Ryan, asking, "Is what she's saying true?""Why are you asking him? Ask me! What's wrong with asking him to marry Monica?" Judy snapped. "We suggested he marry Monica. Monica loves Jemma dearly! Will my son stay single forever? We care for him too. Besides, you don't have parents pestering you to get hitched. You're already living with your mistress, what do you know about family?" she added accusingly.Sara lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes."Mom," Ryan interjected."I've had enough! Either marry Monica or I'll end my life!" Judy declared before storming out of the living room. Sara held Jemma's hand an
"Yeah," Jemma agreed softly, feeling a bit lighter having shared her pain."Thanks for not prying too much.""Of course," Jay said, dribbling the basketball absentmindedly. "Sometimes just being there helps. And hey, if you ever need someone to listen, I'm around.""Thanks," Jemma said, a small smile forming on her lips. "I appreciate it."They both fell silent for a moment, the sounds of the basketball hitting the court filling the air."You know," Jay finally said, breaking the quiet, "sometimes shooting hoops helps clear the head."His openness and genuine empathy surprised her. Jemma began to see a different side of Jay. Behind the tough exterior she had initially perceived, she found a caring and thoughtful person.They continued to talk for an hour, about everything and nothing, finding a strange sense of comfort in each other's presence. Jemma felt a sense of relief as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders after c
As dinner commenced, Monica took it upon herself to make sure Jemma ate well, continuously insisting just like Gracie used to, trying to replicate her caring nature. Daisy and Lio also engaged Jemma in affectionate conversations, reminiscing moments that reminded Jemma of her mother. These gestures made Jemma introspective, leaving her puzzled by the contradictory nature of Daisy and Lio's behaviour.Throughout the dinner, Ryan observed Jemma’s quiet and distant behaviour, noticing her struggle to connect with Monica and her children. He couldn't shake off the feeling that Jemma hadn’t entirely embraced Monica and her children, despite their efforts to make her feel welcomed.Despite the effort and warmth extended to her, Jemma still felt disconnected and out of place. She tried to force a smile, attempting to reciprocate their kindness, but her heart remained heavy.As the meal concluded, Jemma excused herself and retreated to her room. The laughter echoing from the living room felt
Eric chuckled softly, realizing the impact of his statement. "Your words are inspiring, and I feel as though I've found a friend." Sara, relieved by his clarification, responded warmly, "If that's the case, whenever you call, I'll definitely come." Eric leaned in a bit closer, a hint of insistence in his voice. "Then don’t go tonight. Let's go somewhere and grab dinner." Sara hesitated, unsure about the suddenness of the invitation. "Tonight…" Eric held her gaze, searching for her thoughts, "What’s wrong? Whenever I ask you out, why do you hesitate?" Sara attempted to explain. "It's not that... I…" Eric interrupted gently, his tone pleading, "You just said you'd come whenever I call. Now, I want you to come with me." Sara felt a mixture of emotions, torn between her desire to maintain professionalism and the allure of Eric's request. "I...I…" Eric continued to look into her eyes, a determined yet gentle expression on his face. "Come on, Sara. Let's spend some time togethe
One day…As time drifted into the night, the villa settled into a hushed rhythm, the children peacefully tucked into their beds. Sara cast a lingering glance around the quiet villa before her eyes fixed upon the closed door of the study room. Yohan, her husband, had vanished into that room upon arriving home, bypassing even a morsel of food. His behaviour had shifted subtly over the past few days, and an unsettling air of strain surrounded him.Tonight felt different. Sara's intuition nagged at her; something was amiss. Hesitantly, she approached the study door and gently rapped her knuckles against the wood. Silence greeted her, prompting another, firmer knock."Yohan," she called softly.A heavy, strained voice responded, "Come in."Pushing the door open cautiously, Sara was met with a sight that struck her heart with concern. Yohan sat solemnly near the dimly lit bar, a solitary figure amidst the shadows, nursing a glass of alcohol. The scent hung heavily in the air, mingling with
Days passed…Jemma and Jay were at the basketball court, as usual.Jay shuffled his feet, looking kind of nervous. He kept eyeing Jemma, who was shooting hoops like a boss. He finally gathered some courage and walked over, a red rose hidden behind his back."Jemma!" he called out, trying to act cool but totally failing.Jemma turned around, raising an eyebrow. "What's up, Jay?"Jay scratched the back of his head, his cheeks turning a bit pink. "Uh, well, uh..." He pulled out the rose, holding it out like it was the most awkward thing ever. "I, uh, got this for you."Jemma's eyes widened in surprise. She took the rose, a small smile creeping up on her face. "Wow, thanks, Jay! That's sweet of you."Jay let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Just thought I'd, you know, do something."They stood there for a moment, both looking a bit unsure of what to say next.Jemma cleared her throat. "So, um, how's your masters going?"Jay relaxed a bit, glad for the change in topic. "Crazy b
The doctor carefully tended to Jay's wounds as he lay on the examination bed. Jemma stood nearby, her face etched with unease, her eyes fixed on Jay as the doctor worked."You'll be fine, just a few scratches," the doctor reassured Jay while cleaning the scratches. Jay winced slightly but managed a faint smile, his gaze locked with Jemma's worried eyes. He didn't seem to notice the discomfort, as if her presence alleviated the pain somehow.After the doctor finished treating his injuries, Jemma and Jay walked out of the medical room together. Jemma looked apologetic. "I'm really sorry about Jimmy. He can get... a bit protective sometimes.""It's okay, really," Jay replied, trying to downplay the incident. "He cares about you a lot. I get it.""He was furious."As they strolled down the corridor, Jay continued to reassure Jemma. "I'm alright, don't worry too much. It's not your fault.""I know, but still..." Jemma trailed off, clearly feeling guilty about what had happened.Jay smiled
Jemma hurriedly approached Jay's group of friends on campus, trying to mask her worry. "Hey..."The group of friends, known for their mischievous antics, glanced at Jemma but hesitated to tease her, aware of Jay's fondness for her."Have you guys seen Jay around? Actually… I wanted to ask him for some tips about getting into Masters. I'm in the final year of graduation, same stream," Jemma asked, realizing she was offering explanations unnecessarily."Jay hasn't been showing up. You didn't know?" one of Jay's friends responded."I knew... I mean, I haven't spotted him for a while," Jemma clarified.."Don't you have his number?" another friend asked."I... um..." Jemma stumbled over her words, feeling flustered."Even if you call him, his servant will pick up. Why don't you just go to his place?" suggested one of Jay's friends, matter-of-factly."His house..." Jemma mumbled, her mind racing with thoughts and concern for Jay's sudden absence.The same evening…Jemma arrived at Jay's res