Max shot Lark a disapproving glance, the need to maintain professionalism outweighing his friend's jokes, " I'm sorry about my colleague" Max said to Damian, "yea, you better be" Damian said in return. Ignoring Damian's comment, Max focused on Rose, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and curiosity.
As Rose was ushered into the waiting limo, her expression seemed tired and troubled. Max couldn't help but notice the strain etched on her face, even in the midst of her beauty. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that there was more to her story than met the eye.
Their eyes met briefly, a glimmer of recognition flickering in Rose's gaze. It was as if a distant memory tugged at her subconscious, but she couldn't quite place it. She offered him a tired wave of thanks before the limo slowly drove away, leaving Max sta
Max continued walking through the hallways of the hospital beside Damian, who remained focused on their surroundings. As they walked in silence, Max felt the urge to break it."Umm, hey," Max said tentatively to Damian, who didn't immediately respond. Damian's eyes remained fixed on the hallways as if he were the sole person walking through them. Undeterred, Max pressed on, determined to address the issue at hand."Look, I'm sorry once again about my colleague," Max apologized sincerely, his voice tinged with regret. "He just seems to have a knack for saying the wrong things at the wrong time."Damian suddenly came to a halt, turning to face Max directly. His gaze was intense, suggesting he was ready to respond, his gaze intense and serious. His silence lingered for a moment, creating an air of anticipation.Lark lagged a mere couple of feet beh
Max slumped in the uncomfortable backseat of the police car, his gaze fixed on the blurry silhouette of Lark in the front. Lark, as always, was devouring an enormous doughnut, each exaggerated chew a reminder of their tense relationship. Max and Lark had never seen eye to eye peacefully, their constant exchange of sarcastic remarks grated on Max's already frayed nerves. It seemed that they were always on the brink of another explosive argument, just like the one that had erupted earlier that day.As the car rolled to a stop inside the dimly lit garage, Max's mind drifted to thoughts of Rose. They had shared a deep connection, and her absence weighed heavily on Max's heart. The police car had come to a halt mere steps away from where Rose's elegant limousine was parked, a stark reminder of the luxurious world she was now in.He remembered the day
Rose woke up early in the morning, her body burdened with an unusual weariness that weighed upon her. As she opened her eyes, she scanned the room and noticed a tray of breakfast delicately placed on the table beside her bed. Puzzled, she wondered who could have been so thoughtful as to bring her breakfast. Her mind was still clouded with the events from the previous day and the incessant presence of the press outside the hospital.Just as Rose was about to ponder further, Prisca, her best friend, walked into the room. Prisca's concerned gaze met Rose's, and she asked in a gentle tone, "Hey, Rose, how are you feeling this morning?"Caught off guard by Prisca's unexpected kindness, Rose couldn't help but feel suspicious. She hesitated for a moment, her brows furrowing, before replying, "I'm... I'm okay, I guess. Just a bit stressed and strangely tired. But why are you being
Lark's past was a tapestry woven with friendship, betrayal, and the stark division of social classes. In the quiet town they called home, Lark and Damian had once been inseparable, their bond forged in the innocence of childhood. They shared countless adventures, secrets, and dreams, their laughter echoing through the streets as they navigated the intricacies of life side by side.However, fate has a way of intervening in the most unexpected of ways. When Sebastian's family moved to town, bringing with them their opulence and affluent lifestyle, the dynamics of Lark and Damian's friendship began to shift. As Damian was drawn into the glimmering world of wealth and privilege, he inadvertently distanced himself from Lark, leaving their once-unbreakable connection strained and fragile.It was not long before the glaring disparities between their families became evident. While Sebastian's f
As Lark stealthily moved through the quiet hospital hallways, the hushed whispers of slumbering officers filled the air. His gaze fell upon McKinley, one of his fellow officers, and he gently shook his head, silently signaling him to stay put and maintain their positions. Lark knew that he had to handle this situation on his own, at least for now.Keeping a safe distance, Lark continued to follow the figure, his senses alert to every sound and movement. It was then that he noticed something peculiar—the silhouette he had been tailing possessed the delicate curves and stature of a woman. His brows furrowed in intrigue as he observed her, realizing that she was carrying a camera.Determined to uncover the truth, Lark kept his footsteps soundless, tracking her every move. The mysterious woman approached Sebastian's hospital room, her intentions unclear. However, before
As Gwen walked away from the hospital, the weight of her actions settled heavily upon her. The echoes of her mistakes reverberated in her mind, causing her to question the choices she had made. Lost in her thoughts, her phone suddenly buzzed, signaling an incoming call. It was Ivy, the person who had sent her on this ill-fated mission.With a mix of trepidation and resignation, Gwen answered the call, her voice tinged with weariness. "Hello, Ivy."Ivy's voice crackled with impatience and frustration on the other end of the line. "Gwen, did you get what I asked for? Is Sebastian's condition really as critical as we suspected?"Gwen sighed, her voice heavy with disappointment. "No, Ivy. The hospital was swarming with cops. They were protecting Sebastian's privacy, and no one really knows the extent of his condition. I couldn't get any pictures."I
Sebastian was now in his room, early in the morning, still recovering from his injuries. Despite the discomfort caused by the bandages on his hand, he held the remote tightly, his fingers gingerly switching through the television channels. As he scanned the news, his attention was suddenly captured by a breaking story that made his heart race.The news anchor's voice filled the room, reporting, "In a shocking turn of events, the body of a man was discovered earlier today, wrapped and cruelly discarded in the nearby lake. Preliminary investigations suggest he was shot before being disposed of. Authorities are currently working to identify the victim and determine the motive behind this heinous act."Sebastian's eyes narrowed, a twisted smile forming on his face. It was his doing, his carefully orchestrated plan that had come to fruition. Everythi
Max sat behind the wheel of the police car, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel as he observed Rose making her way towards the hospital entrance. Conflicting emotions surged within him, battling for dominance. Should he go to her? Should he seize this opportunity to apologize, to express his regrets for not saying anything that might have helped her remember him, so she doesn't think he was awkward?Lark, his cynical and mischievous partner, sat beside him, watching Rose's retreating figure with a smirk. "Well, well, Max. Look who decided to show up," Lark jeered, his tone laced with sarcasm. "You really think she wants to see you? Don't forget, she's married now, and way out of your league."Max shot Lark a stern glare, his jaw clenched tightly. "You don't understand, Lark. It's not about that. I need to apologize, to explain myself," he asserted, his voice ting