When Dalmi finished combing her hair, she immediately walked towards their kitchen, expecting to see Carden cooking or eating in the dining room.
Earlier, she strode back to her room and took a quick bath before going out again, but when she entered the room, she found nothing but the food and a glass of pineapple juice on the table for only one person. She glanced at the sala and didn’t see her husband.
In a gray jogger pants and black pull over, Casimir Thompson walk her way towards the trainer, stopping right beside Dalmi."Cas! I didn't know you'll come today. You just got here yesterday," Maja said, smiling at him like Dalmi wasn't in the middle.Casimir then, shifted his gaze when he sensed that someone was beside her. Dalmi's lips were parted a bit, shocked about seeing the man she liked from the past this close.The last time she saw him was on his brother's wedding but they were not able to talk to each other."Oh! You are here!" In a surprised tone, Casimir pointed at her. Dalmi hesistatingly smiled and wave her hand, shifting her gaze to the lady in front of her to give the papers back."You know each other?" Maja asked, glancing at
"Where are you?" it was the first thing Dalmi heard when she answered the line.Carden was inside his office, loosening his tie as he waited for her wife's answer. The meetings for the afternoon were canceled, and he just finished a board meeting, so he thought he would bring Dalmi to a restaurant for lunch.In his mind, Dalmi wasn't able to go to these places anymore, and he wants to pay her back. He was thinking of how he accidentally ignored her just because Farrah Evans, the wife of one of his business partners, was there.He didn't mean to, but he still wanted to take her out."Ah, I'm..." Carden heard some muffled noises on the other line and some low footsteps. "I'm just inside the tower; why did you call?"Dalmi couldn't understand why she has to leave the kitchen just to answer his phone call. She could just click accept without having to jump off the stool, but she found herself leaning on the wall of Casimir's sala.His unit was s
"What if I am, would there be a problem, wife?" Carden shot back, emphasizing the word, 'wife.'Dalmi felt a blag in her heart. She expected him to deny her assumptions, but he did otherwise. She felt the butterflies in her stomach creating movements like they also heard about what he just said."W-well...are you really jealous?" Dalmi couldn't believe how straightforward he is. She bega
Dalmi had been sitting on the floor now for minutes, but Carden didn't even flinch or make a small move. He was still leaning his arm against the armrest, playing with his lower lip using his index finger while his eyes were on the television. It was like Carden was purposely ignoring Dalmi.The woman glanced at him with her brow arched. The towel was resting on his lap, and the man seemed like he won't bother to do what she commanded.
Dalmi rushed towards the hallway and forcibly closed the door, turning the lock on as she rested her back against the hardwood, her hand patting her chest as she tried to calm her heartbeats down. It was as if someone was chasing after her that she was catching her breath.With deep sighs, she turned towards her vanity and slump. In front of her was her large mirror. She put her palms on her cheeks, tapping them as if the redness would vanish.
After parking her car, Dalmi unbuckled her seat belts and reached for her bag to get her lipstick, and glide in lightly on her lips. She sprayed some perfume on her wrist and neck before opening her car's door.In her hand were two cups of coffee and on the other was her handbag. With her two-inched scarpin heels, she strides the way to the tower's lobby."Good Afternoon, Mrs. Thompson!"
"Come again?" Carden furrowed his brows and put down his coffee, pouring all his attention to his wife.Dalmi, in her crossed arms and a straight face, repeated. "I want to work in your company.""Yeah, I heard that! I mean, why did you suddenly decided about this? I didn't expect it from you since–"
"Girl, why are you here?" Jackie, in his fake, annoyed expression, spoke. He was standing right in front of Dalmi, the door of the bar behind him, and his hand holding the steel knob."Why do you sound like you aren't pleased upon seeing me?" Dalmi retorted."You didn't even call me, so why would I be pleased?" he rolled his eyes and opened the glass door for her.Dalmi glanced at the glass, catching a glimpse at the tranquil and gorgeous sky.The sun was still up, but the red and yellow hues of clouds started to create the golden hour. Dalmi would've enjoyed this view in their penthouse's veranda, but she was here.The entire place would've been silent, only if her best friend didn't nag much about her surprise visit.She slumped on a high stool on the bar counter and combed her hair using her fingers."You've got nothing to do with this place, girl. Why'd you bother to go?" Jackie sneered. "And where is your husband? I will be beyon