It’s cool and dark outside of the car. Dark clouds hovering above and heavy drops of water fall from the dull clouds. The streetlights of the morning blurred with the flow of water on the side windows, our speed not fast enough to force the drops flow back along the windows.The rain on the windshield is pleasant to watch. The way the drops clump together and make small river that travel to the window before being slashed by the windshield wipe.It’s calming to watch the water move as it wants, making new trails as the wind fights to push the raindrops upwards.‘Calming? Yes. Right now I need to look and focus on the things that will make me calm down as it was freaking awkward here inside Cyrus’s car.’ Hearing the sound of the wipers which occasionally slid up and down, I took a sigh before shifting my head towards the window.Just a moment ago, I told Cyrus that the reason why I was kind to him is because Haidee is my friend and that I know that he loves her.Whether he’ll be mad o
Jane told the story of Cyrus and Haidee to Lance.Lance had a guess but still he was surprised. He noticed that there is already something between Haidee and Cyrus after seeing them together on the golf course. He was taken aback to know that Eric’s fiancée is Cyrus’s ex-girlfriend.‘That was a huge plot twist,’ Lance thought.“Now I understand,” Lance murmured.Jane looked at her boss.“The reason why Cyrus was so mad at his family, I can understand now,” he continued.Jane nodded her head as if to agree with his statement.“He despised Eric because of Haidee,” Lance said. “If I am him, I might go crazy either.”But as of now, Cyrus does not have enough power to go against Desmond. That is why he’s making a mess between them.‘Which is why he thought of using Jane before,’ Lance thought, before he turned his head to look at her. ‘I shouldn’t pity a man who was willing to use someone, but I did anyway.’ “I talked to Eric about this,” Jane said. “I thought he would change his mind. Bu
The flower shop is closed, and yet, Lance was still waiting outside the shop while rain bucketed down.Cool wind began to pick up, it seemed to form a frosty blade, which slices through Lance’s warmth. It penetrated his skin, forcing its way through his jacket, funneling through his sleeves and out of his collar.A thin and muggy fog nestled in.“It’s getting late,” Lance said, looking at the apartment building.He raised his hand and caught the needle-like droplets of water falling as he took shade under the roof of his shop.The sultry wind started to violently toss the rain about, and walls of raindrops falling toward the earth are rounded up and slung hard, walloping building facades, and enveloping parked cars.Even if Jane brought an umbrella with her, Lance felt worried as the rain kept on getting stronger and stronger. He looked at the weather forecast just a moment ago and heard that there was this low-pressure area within their country’s area of responsibility.The camping w
Lance sent Jane back to Eric’s house. They didn’t talk that much in the car.One thing is sure, they were both thinking about the reporter Jane met a while ago.Journalists aren’t allowed to publish an article without proper evidence, but they couldn’t help but feel anxious.What if they find one?“We’re here,” Lance said.Snapped out, Jane looked at the driver and then looked around. She noticed just now that they had arrived outside Eric’s house.“Ahh, right. Thanks, Sir,” Jane said. She unbuckled her seatbelt and stared at Lance. “I will give this back to you tomorrow.”She pointed to the huge Soccer T-shirt she’s wearing. It is Lance’s clean T-Shirt which was in his car. It is his favorite sports shirt, and he bought it today because he promised to play Soccer with his friends tonight.Jane was wet before, that’s why he gave it to her.“That’s my favorite shirt. But you don’t need to give it to me right away.”“Why?”“I am acting as your boyfriend. Who knows, it may come handy one
Jane’s POV “Take it off on your own, or I’ll take it off for you. Choose one.” When Eric asked me the question, I felt the heat rising in my body. There are so many ‘whys’ in my head. Why do I need to take it off? Why is he mad? Why do I need to listen to him? I bit my lower lip, as if hurting myself would help. But when I lifted my head and saw his blue eyes under his crumpled thick brows, I figured out that hurting myself wouldn’t do anything. If there’s something that would help, then that is to ask him directly. “Why is this a problem? Why are you getting mad just because of this?” Eric grasped his brown hair upward and the next thing he did befuddled me. He smirked. His face that was always blank, showed me sarcasm. Eric was smiling, but he’s mad. “Why is it a problem,” Eric repeated my words. He put his hand back to the wall and said, “I believe I already told you the reason the other day. Didn’t I?” Suddenly, I remember the words he told me before. [“Because I
At some point, Jane lost consciousness. She heard voices here and there, but she was so drowsy that she couldn’t open her eyes.[“She’s in a good condition right now. It is just a simple cold. After a few sleeps, she will be okay.”]Jane forced herself to open her eyes. Fighting against the heavy feeling, she saw images of men and women in white gowns.She was confused if she’s seeing things. Because right now, there is not only one doctor inside the room, but seven!‘Maybe it is just a dream,’ she thought and went back to sleep.Eric looked back at the sleeping Jane and then diverted his eyes back to the seven doctors he called into his house.“We don’t need to bring her to the hospital? Are you really sure about that?” he asked.“Just like what I said, Sir, it is just a simple cold,” the male doctor reassured.Eric sighed in relief. He was so happy to hear that Jane escaped the dangerous situation. From the start, she was not in a dangerous situation. Eric only overreacted because h
Byron met Lance Theodore outside Eric’s house after he sent the doctors away. The secretary was speechless while looking at Lance. “Where is Jane?” Lance asked in a stern voice. Byron pointed to the house. “S-She’s inside the house, Sir. Miss Jane is resting inside her room.” “Let me in. I don’t know Eric’s passcode.” Eric would not like it if Byron let Lance in. “I am sorry, Sir. I will ask Sir Eric first and…” “Open the DAMN DOOR.” Byron felt the shivers running down his spine. Looking at Lance and his fierce gray eyes, he remembered that Lance was once a gangster. If he ignores his words, he might die in an instant. ‘But my boss will kill me too!’ Byron cried inwardly. “If you are worried that Eric will kill you, don’t be. Eugene invited me to come,” Lance said. Byron saw a glimpse of hope. With a forced smile, he pressed the door passcode and opened the door for Lance. “Welcome, Sir.” If it is Eugene who asked Lance to come, Byron knew he will survive. Phew~ Lance we
Lance finished cooking the chicken soup he prepared in Eric’s kitchen. “All right! I am finished!” he celebrated while looking at the soup. To make the soup, he boiled the chicken, put in carrots and potatoes, and then seasoned it with salt and pepper. The ingredients were limited but he hoped it would suit Jane’s palate. ‘Jane would fall for me once she tasted my soup, right?’ he asked himself. Lance was a bit delusional. Perhaps it is because he has no experience, and everything he will do is his first. He delightfully poured the soup into a bowl. But the joyous smile didn’t last for a long time when Lance looked at the quiet man beside him. Eric also finished cooking the chicken porridge. Now, he put the porridge into a bowl. ‘He suddenly went wordless,’ Lance thought. Ever since he told Eric that her mother hired a reporter to mess with Jane, Eric shut his mouth and never said a thing. Eric lets Lance do whatever he wants in the kitchen. And he also cooked beside him. Star