"I'm sorry," Carden whispered as he kissed Dalmi's forehead after he laid her on the bed.
Her pale face seemed so tired, and Carden could feel that it was because of the stress he gave her. He wanted her to forgive him. But seeing how tired she was, he thought he'd just settle for her treatment until she could finally do it.He knew the woman loved her as much as he did. She just can't seem to how it. Or that was what he thinks of.He pushed aside all the scattered strands of her hair away from her face and once again, dropped a soft kiss on her lips before he walked towards the door and turned the lights off, leaving only the warm yellow light from the night lamp and laid his back at the other side of the bed, facing her.The man, no matter how much he drank all night was awakened when he saw his wife in front of her. Maybe she couldn't forgive him yet, but he would never allow her to leave the house again even if she gets furious. Just the fact that Dalmi was s"I can freaking drive and go to my office by myself," Dalmi said in an irritated voice and put down her spoon.Today is a Sunday, ad Carden had been insisting that they should use only one car and he'll drive. He reasoned, that it was both to save energy and gas since they are going in the same company."But I can also drive. Besides, you are my wife!" Carden replied, his back leaning against the chair as he observed Dalmi's expressions. A sheepish smirk plastered on his face. The woman couldn't stop herself but groan in frustration and rolled her eyes."Here you are again with your labels! We have cars, I pay for my gas and I drive for myself. What is the point of arguing about this when we could just mind our own business?"Dalmi couldn't understand what is happening to his husband. She had never seen him this pushy and it was weirding her out.She came back to their penthouse last weekend, and the man kept on bugging her. There was a time when she w
"Was the CEO really on the marketing department?""His wife was there!""I thought they were relatives! They resembled some features on their faces!"The buzzing sound from the chatters outside the fully opened door of the marketing department made Dalmi's head turn away from Carden.She took a peek at the people's faces. Some of her office mates from the same room stopped working and had their eyes on the man standing not too far from her.Some continued working, and the other people from different departments obviously kept on walking back and forth as they peeked at the glass walls.Dalmi's eyes landed back on the man in a black suit. His eyes fixed on her, his hair brushed up and was neatly done, and a paper bag on his hand. Without taking any hesitation and shame from other people around him, Carden strode the way towards his wife who's now gaping at him.A small smile crept on his face as he lifted the paper bag up to the level of her eyes an
Dalmi jumped off the high stool and grabbed Brooke's arm."Jackie will never take day-offs, Brooke," she said and tilted her head."What is happening between you two? Is there any problem?" she asked in a concerned tone.The last time she came here, her best friend was teaching her how to mix drinks. Days after that, she came back only to see Brooke's blank stare with the absence of her best friend."I told you, Dalmi. If you came here for him then you could find him in his house. I need to go," she replied in an irritated voice and pulled her arm away from her.Dalmi rolled her eyes and went back to her seat as she reached for her phone to call Jackie.She had never seen that man leave his bar for a day unless he was sick! And if he was, then Brooke should not be here and be with him.She shook her head and put her phone in her ear, waiting for Jackie to answer the call. As if she had dirt on her nails, she busied herself on cleaning it usin
"But I see you are fine, so why are you caging yourself in this place?" she furrowed her brows and leaned towards him.She roamed her eyes around the whole room. Jackie's place was way larger than her room in their penthouse but was just the same as on their mansion.His room was filled with baby blue colors including his furniture, sheets, curtains.He said he wanted to turn it into an old rose one, but he was afraid his dad would kill him that's why he turned it to the second color that he loved.What Dalmi liked the most about his room was the fur carpet lying on the areas near his bed. Every time she'd jump off it, she'd never bother to search for her fluffy slippers because the comfort of the fur fabric was enough.But then, she realized she couldn't feel it earlier. She immediately sat and tried to touch the floor with her feet, only to confirm that the carpet was replaced into a rough one, and also, in a darker shade."Why the hell you removed th
"Mr. Thompson!" the head of the marketing Department slightly bowed her head when she saw him coming.Carden glanced at his sides, trying to find some signs of his wife before she stopped in front of him."May I know what I could do for you?" the woman curtly asked, her voice almost laced with nervousness as the man stood proudly."Have you seen Mrs. Thompson?" he asked, his voice almost sounded like it came out from his nose because of unwillingness.Why does he even have to call her in a formal name? He wanted to call her wife!He peeked through the large, glass window to see if Dalmi was there, but he could only see three men and a woman sitting inside and almost all the seats were empty.He checked his wristwatch. It was past thirty minutes from five, and he just came out from his late meeting. He thought, he'd see her wife from here and could ask her for a dinner."I'm sorry, Sir..." that woman shook her head. Her face turned anxious as she ti
Dalmi gulped. The man hugged her again, but this time, tighter. His warm embrace felt like he was trying to show her how afraid he had been, and how painful it was for him when he thought he'd never go home.Those words were too short, but it already sent millions of daggers in her heart, slowly piercing through it like it.With trembling hands, she hugged him back and buried her face on his chest. She didn't care if it'd suffocate her, as long as she could feel the warmth he delivers."I'll go home, love..." she whispered, her voice almost like a feather, she didn't know if he heard it.She felt the man froze, he stopped caressing her back and she could no longer feel if he was moving. Dalmi pushed her back to see what happened to him.Stunned, Carden couldn't stop himself to stare at the teary-eyed woman in front of her. Did he hear her right?Did she really call him love? he asked himself as he cupped her face, his thumb caressing her cheeks and his
Dalmi woke up with a heavy feeling. She rubbed her eyes, lifting Carden's arm away from her waist as she pulled herself up.Her head spun. She couldn't remember herself drinking last night, so she can't understand why she could feel something turning in her stomach.She massaged the sides of her forehead, her eyes shifting towards the man sleeping beside her.Dalmi felt a sudden irritation surging up inside her. Why does this man look so peaceful when she was suffering from a headache? It all felt unfair.She laid beside him, his manly perfume invaded her nose."This man stinks in the morning.' she thought and once again, pulled herself up and ran towards the bathroom.She knelt in front of the toilet, pulling her hair back as she let everything out of her mouth.It was as if something was digging on her stomach, and even when she could feel its emptiness, she still wanted to puke.The sides of her eyes heated as she opened her mouth wid
“What? Of course not!” Dalmi immediately replied in a firm voice when she heard the man’s words. She puckered her brows and stood straight.Unconvinced, Carden tilted his head, the same sorrowful and perplexed expression on his face as he tried to weigh if her wife was telling the truth or now.Although he couldn’t remember a time where she lied, he still couldn’t assure himself because the woman was acting opposite to her words.She’d tell him she never avoided him, but do otherwise. His mind won’t stop thinking about how she frowned when she saw her this morning.“Are you sure? You’ve been avoiding me since we woke up. If you are still angry, I would humbly accept it and–”“I already told you I am not. I just need to go to work first. What I have said last night is true.” she took a step forward, her brows still furrowed as she tiptoed and gave hi