Jemma came home from work, finding no one in the living room.
She asked Nisha, "Has Aunt Sara come back yet?"
Nisha replied, "No, she didn't go to work today."
"Not gone? Why? Is she okay?" Jemma asked with concern.
"Yeah, she's fine. But because Young Master had a fever last night, she was worried all day," Nisha explained.
"Fever?!"
"Yeah, he got so sick that he passed out at night, and Sir had to call the doctor at five in the morning," Nisha elaborated.
Jemma furrowed her brow, "Why didn't Aunt tell me anything before I left for work?"
"She didn't want to stress you out. Even Jia Baby doesn't know about it," Nisha clarified.
"Where's Aunt now?"
"She's in her bedroom," Nisha replied.
"Alright." Jemma handed her bag to Nisha, saying, "Please put my bag in my room. I'll go check on her."
With that, Jemma headed towards Sara's bedroom.
As soon as she reached the door, she heard Noah’sOne and a half years went by without any calls or messages from Noah.Despite this, Jemma wasn't feeling sad because she knew it was due to the nature of his duties, not because of their issues. She understood the impossibility of regular communication because of his obligations.Meanwhile, Jay returned from France. Upon returning, Jay wasted no time and immediately took Jemma out on a date.In a softly shining corner adorned with roses and candles, Jemma and Jay sat in front of each other, holding each other's hands. Their gaze locked, sounding deep affection and esteem for one another."What's with that look?" Jemma asked with a hint of shyness in her voice."For five years, I've missed seeing you, touching you with love, holding your hand. You can't imagine how tough those years were," Jay confessed."You've learned to fib," Jemma teased, her lips twitching."Me? Why would I lie?" Jay seemed puzzled."Because if you truly mi
Some days later… During dinner, Sara noticed a diamond ring on Jemma's finger, which surprised her. Later, when she went to the master bedroom, she spoke to Yohan. "Yohan..." "Hmm," Yohan replied.He was lying on the bed holding Sara in his arms. "I noticed something today." "What?" "Jemma is wearing a diamond ring." "I'll buy you one too," Yohan responded casually. Sara pushed herself away and sat, feeling more serious. Yohan joined her and asked, "You've never been envious of anyone's jewelry. You have lots of diamond rings but you don't wear them." "I'm not jealous of the girl. I want to say something else." "Wait," Yohan said, picking up his phone, scrolling through it, and then showing it to her. Sara widened her eyes seeing the photos on the phone. "I was right. She's dating someone. But who is this boy?" Sara exclaimed. Yohan put the phone away and explained, "I asked Nolan to gather information the day I found out." "You're keeping tabs on her too? I can't belie
As the days passed, Jay successfully negotiated the deal for Luxury Dive Hotel, which was under Yohan Dixon's ownership. The news of Jay's achievement and appointment as the CEO quickly circulated, spreading across various media platforms, creating a buzz and drawing attention to his recent accomplishment. Jemma lay on her bed on her stomach reading a book when her phone rang, displaying Jay's name on the screen, instantly lighting up her face. "Hey," she answered the call. "What're you up to, honey?" He asked. "Just reading," she replied. "Have you checked the news?" "Have you…?" Jemma's excitement grew and she straightened. "I got the Luxury Dive deal," Jay announced. Jemma's eyes widened in surprise. "And my dad just announced at a press conference that I'm becoming the CEO." "Congratulations, Jay," Jemma cheered. "Dad's throwing a party, and you're coming," Jay invited. "Okay, I'll be there," she agreed. "And that's when I'll talk to your dad, and we'll announce our e
Just then, Sara smiled brightly, relieving all of their tension. "So, these were your plans for tonight!" Sara said to Jemma. "I'm sorry, Aunt," Jemma replied. Sara held her hand and said, "You look beautiful, Jemma." Jay looked at them in confusion. Jemma turned to Jay and said, "Jay, this is Aunt Sara, Jimmy's mother." Jay smiled with a relieved sigh. Eric said to Sara, “You scared the kids. What were you trying to do?” Sara retorted, “And you never mentioned you have such a handsome son.” Eric shrugged, “Who doesn’t know?” Sara glared at him, “We've been friends for so long, and I didn't know about this?” "Okay, now you know," Eric responded. Just then, people started dancing on the stage as the lights dimmed. Eric turned to Jay, “What are you waiting for? Take her to the dance floor.” Jay extended his hand to Jemma. She glanced at Sara, who nodded in approval. Jemma gently placed her hand in Jay's, and they headed to the stage. Eric and Sara watched them from a dista
This intense chemistry between them in the bedroom was mirrored in Jay as he danced with Jemma, who held onto him. Her scent captivated him, and he drew her nearer, inhaling her fragrance from her neck. Jemma suddenly lifted her head from his shoulder, meeting his gaze with an intense look in his eyes. Sensing something different, she felt his firm hold on her waist tightening. "Jemma..." Jay leaned in to kiss her, but she pushed him away gently, saying, "Jay... Here…" Observing her hesitation, Jay glanced around, realizing that perhaps the presence of people nearby made her uncomfortable. "Let's find a quieter place," he suggested. They exited the bustling party hall and headed towards the lobby, which was now vacant. Jemma stood by the railing, holding onto it, while Jay watched her from a distance, standing behind her. She had turned her back, revealing her bare, fair skin. "It's surreal, isn't it? I never imagined us deciding to tie the knot," Jemma said with excitement. Ja
Sara blinked rapidly, still in disbelief. "Eric, what are you doing here? Where's Kevin?" "Who's Kevin?" Eric asked, puzzled. "Don't play games, Eric. Where is Kevin?" Sara's voice trembled. "Sara, it feels like you dreamed up your late husband last night." Eric smirked. "Eric, stop it! Tell me where Kevin is!" Sara's frustration grew. "Looks like the hangover is hitting you hard. I'll get you some lemonade," Eric said, getting up and calling housekeeping. "Can you send up a lemonade, please?" Turning back to Sara, he saw her still in shock. Sitting by her on the bed, he said lovingly, "Sara, freshen up. I'll give you a ride." Shaking, Sara asked, "Eric, what happened last night?" Eric gazed at her quivering lips, raised his hand, and gently brushed his fingers across them. "We were both drunk, Sara. It is not wrong. We've longed for this passion for years," Eric tried to reassure her. Tears welled up in
"Okay," Jay nodded. "I'm not exactly sure how you're expecting things between us, but for me, I don't want to get tangled in anything until we're hitched. I've seen my mom suffer for years. I was close to her and knew her pain. It's not that one kiss would do any harm, but after that, things might spiral out of control. I don't want to go down that road. I don't know how you see it, but for me, it's about... my fear. It's not like what happened between my parents will definitely happen to us. Things could turn out good or bad... no one can predict it. But I just can't shake off my fear." "Finished?" He asked. Jemma nodded. "Now, hear me out. You're right that one kiss won't wreck anything, and I know myself—I won't be able to stop there. I get where you're coming from after witnessing your mom's story, but all I can ask is for you
Sara Owen lay on her bed, her thoughts racing. She remembered hearing Kevin's voice last night and leaning into his arms, regretting that action now. After pondering, she couldn't remember any moment of illusion, so she concluded she was drunk and mistook Eric for Kevin. Regardless, the truth remained that she had slept with Eric, and she was Yohan's wife. Feeling regretful and down, she stood up.Shortly after, Yohan came into the bedroom. Sara felt nervous but attempted to smile as she saw him return from work. He tossed his blazer aside, approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist and planting a deep kiss on her lips. Sara didn't resist; she knew this was typical whenever he returned from lengthy business trips. After a passionate kiss, unable to control his desires, he unbuttoned her shirt, burying his face in her neck to catch her natural alluring scent. Sara tried to push him away."What are you doing, Yohan?" "Sara, you know I hate being asked stu