"Hey, Keira!"Brad waved at me with that signature cheeky grin of his."I've been waiting for almost an hour. You're late today," he said, shaking his wrist like I hadn't noticed the time.I took a deep breath, trying not to snap at him, and walked over.I wasn't in my usual heels but wearing flats instead since my legs were still sore and shaky."Not feeling great today?" Brad asked, surprising me with his sudden concern.I hesitated for a second, caught off guard, but there was no way I was getting into that. I sat down across from him, refusing to let him get under my skin. "Just cut to the chase, Brad. What do you want?"He ignored my question. "Rough night?"This brat was getting bolder with each question, like he knew more than he was letting on.I straightened up, forcing myself to stay calm. "If you've got something to say, say it. If not, get out before I call the cops and report you for harassment.""Heh," Brad chuckled. "Still holding a grudge, huh?""Enough with
Hearing that, I let out a quiet sigh of relief. Thank God, Hayden wasn't going to do anything reckless."Yeah, could you please see him out?" I said, turning away. As I walked off, it hit me—I had no clue what his job was here. But judging by the way he carried himself, he had to be at least some kind of engineer or something.Brad, totally unbothered by Hayden's presence, kept up with his sleazy act. "Keira, I'm looking forward to seeing you this weekend. You're the best gift I could ask for."Before I could even process his words, Hayden brushed past me and stepped right up to him. "It's time for you to go," he said firmly.Brad didn't even flinch, just grinned at me like Hayden hadn't said a thing. "Keira, I'll wait for you after work. Let's grab lunch, okay?"I froze in my tracks, wanting to knock that smug look off his face.But before I could do anything, Hayden's voice cut through the air, ice-cold. "Get out."Brad, still as cocky as ever, sneered, "Who the hell are you?
Hayden sounded polite enough, using "please" and everything, but it still felt like a command from a superior.And I knew this wasn't about work. Yesterday, he'd grilled me about those flowers from Brad, and now he'd just seen this whole scene go down firsthand.Was he planning another interrogation?It hit me then—having a boyfriend is basically inviting trouble. If there were nothing between us, I could've just brushed Brad off and been done with it. No drama.But now? I still had to deal with Hayden.Ugh, it's true—no guy is ever completely chill.With everyone's eyes on us, I couldn't exactly refuse. So, I reluctantly followed Hayden to his office.It wasn't far from mine and was pretty minimalistic, except it was packed with all kinds of gadgets. Besides the standard desk, chair, and computer, there were tons of electronic equipment everywhere.I had no idea what most of them were for, but all that gear definitely looked like the kind of setup that screams seven-figure sal
Seeing that intense look on his face, I took a good look at him. Mature, confident, and yeah, pretty handsome.Guys his age had that whole grown-up vibe going on. Way more appealing than, like, Brad.Older guys were totally in right now.It was all over social media—women of all ages, whether they were single, married, or even young girls, were into mature men like Hayden.But him getting all worked up over the 'old man' thing? Clearly, he didn't get that his age was kind of a flex.I stepped closer. "The truth? You're in your thirties. So yeah, you're not exactly young, especially compared to that kid from earlier who's barely eighteen. So it's not weird for him to call you 'old man' and—""You really think I'm old?" Hayden cut me off before I could finish.He looked tense and genuinely upset.Wow, I never thought he'd be this sensitive about his age.I tried to clarify, "I just meant you're not, like, young-young, but I didn't—"Didn't get to finish before he cut me off aga
I didn't go to the lunch because Lena had already made plans with me.She mentioned that her senior from college was coming to their hospital as a guest lecturer. She'd talked to him and set up a meeting to discuss Yuna's treatment plan."Then I'll bring Hayden along," I said. Since Yuna was his sister, it made sense for him to be there and hear everything firsthand.After all, the final call on whether to go through with the surgery would be his.Lena hesitated, and I could tell something was off. "Is there a problem? Is it inconvenient?""It's better if you come alone. He's only got a short break, and we'll have to keep it brief," Lena explained.***I went to the hospital alone with Yuna's medical records. Lena was waiting for me and, after skimming through the documents, she led me toward the lecture hall.As we walked, she filled me in. "He's super busy. After the lecture, he's got a packed schedule, so you'll probably only get four or five minutes with him."I raised an
I meant it. Even though I had no medical background, his explanations made it easy to follow and appreciate just how impressive modern medicine is."What's up with you? You look like you've been up to no good," Lena teased, ignoring my praise and zoning in on my state.No surprise there—being a gynecologist gave her a sixth sense for this stuff. She didn't just notice something was off; she pretty much guessed why.I pouted. "Just a little worn out."Lena's eyes went wide. "You... You actually did it? With who?"The first part made sense, but those last two words were a bit much.I glanced around, thankful no one was nearby. Biting my lip, I replied, "Who do you think?"Lena squinted at me for a moment. "Hayden?"I didn't say anything, which was answer enough. Lena nodded slowly, then shook her head. "I can't believe it. Jace was with you for ten years and never got there, but Hayden swoops in and seals the deal?"I was stunned into silence."What happened? Did you make the f
"Lena, didn't you say you had something to discuss with me?" Nate broke the silence first.Lena quickly pulled herself together. "Yes, this is Keira, the friend I mentioned earlier. The girl, Yuna, who needs the surgery is her sister-in-law."Wow. With that statement, Lena basically confirmed my relationship with Hayden, like it was already set in stone.Nate nodded at me, so I handed over Yuna's medical records.He glanced through them for a moment, then nodded again. "I've reviewed her case before, and what's in the records matches."The surgery is feasible, and the sooner, the better. I've already submitted a heart donor request. "Once a donor becomes available, we can proceed with the transplant.""You mean we should admit Yuna to the hospital now and be ready for the transplant anytime?" Lena asked, shifting into professional mode."Yes, the sooner, the better," Nate replied, his gaze lingering on Lena.Was it just my imagination, or was there a softness in his eyes? And w
"It's nothing, just thought we could grab dinner," Nate said, totally straightforward.Lena looked a little stunned and didn't reply right away.Just when I thought she was going to blow it again, probably to be all polite or whatever, she surprised me with a simple, "Okay."Yes!She wasn't completely clueless. At least she wasn't about to push away a hot guy like Nate.I mentally high-fived Lena, already imagining how amazing her night would be with her long-time crush.But then Retta chimed in, "It's been ages since we all hung out after graduation. We should definitely have a proper reunion."Wait, what?!Talk about an overenthusiastic third wheel.I'd been there before; it was obvious Retta didn't want Lena and Nate to have any alone time.Lena was finally being brave, and now this uninvited guest was trying to weasel her way in. Even if Lena wanted to go along with it, I wasn't about to let that happen.I was just about to jump in when Lena beat me to it. "Retta, Nate a
Peter's expression darkened at Hayden's playful jab, but Hayden merely smiled lightly, as if relishing the discomfort. "From what you’ve said, Mr. Mitchell, you must be quite the romantic," he teased. The tea began to boil, releasing a rich fragrance into the air. Hayden had done his homework on Peter. Despite his dignified reputation, Mr. Mitchell had married three times, fathered no children with his wives, and even had an illegitimate child with a mistress. This mistress had borne him a son and then tried to leverage the child to gain the title of "Madam Mitchell." Peter, stubborn and prideful, refused her demands and even sent people to take the child by force. But the mistress, knowing Peter’s methods, preemptively entrusted the child to someone else. When Mitchell’s men came to seize the boy, an explosive argument broke out. In a fit of rage, Mitchell struck her, and in defiance, the mistress stabbed herself in the chest, intending only to scare him. Unfortunately, the blad
When Hayden arrived at the teahouse, Ron glanced at his watch and tapped it meaningfully before saying in a low voice, "The man’s been waiting for half an hour." "Getting impatient?" Hayden asked casually, his tone devoid of concern. His attire was simple and understated, nothing to draw attention. If not for his sharply defined features and the naturally aloof aura he carried, his outfit would have rendered him almost invisible in a crowd. "No, not at all. I’m quite patient," Ron replied with an exaggerated expression of innocence, as though pleading not to be falsely accused. Hayden gave him a glance that seemed to say, Then why bother pointing it out? "But arriving this late does come across as impolite, doesn’t it?" Ron added, his tone that of a model citizen, someone who might have been a class leader or an exemplary student back in the day. "I did it on purpose," Hayden replied, cutting him off with five simple words that silenced Ron. Hayden pushed open the door an
"Because this love didn’t give me the happiness I imagined," Lena explained with a faint smile. "It’s like going to the supermarket, picking out a snack you’re excited about, and then finding out it doesn’t suit your taste. After that, you just don’t like it anymore and won’t bother with it again." Her metaphor was strikingly apt. "And what does the happiness you imagine look like?" Aaron asked, as though playing the role of a persistent interviewer. Lena, softened by the alcohol, answered obediently, "I don’t know. But whatever it is, Nate didn’t give it to me." Aaron observed the peaceful resignation in her expression and pressed further. "Do you still believe in love? Do you still want to start a new relationship?" "Of course," Lena said, finally lifting her gaze to meet his. Her eyebrows arched into a cheerful expression. "I’m not the kind of person who gets scared off by a bad experience. If I meet someone who makes my heart race again, I’ll love them boldly and passiona
He was waiting for her? What for? "Uncle, you didn’t skip dinner, did you?" Lena’s first thought was his meal. In truth, he hadn’t eaten. After receiving her message, he had been uneasy all evening, unable to focus on food. "You didn’t eat? I’ll make something for you," Lena assumed his silence was confirmation. "There’s no need," Aaron refused. "Then why were you waiting for me? Is something wrong?" In Lena’s view, Aaron would never wait for her without a reason. He gazed at her, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "You’ve been drinking?" She nodded, flashing him a sweet, soft smile. She even gestured with her hand, "Just a little." Aaron stepped closer, his tall frame looming over her with an intensity that made her feel small. Though the light above bathed his eyes, they remained dark and inscrutable, filled with a depth that was hard to read. Lena sensed something was off. "Uncle, what’s wrong?" She looked into his deep, clear eyes, untouched by any impurity.
"Should we drink a little today?" Lena asked. Nate nodded. "Let’s have a drink." They warmed a bottle of wine and ordered a few small dishes. Neither of them spoke, simply sitting quietly, gazing out at the river and the occasional boats passing by. "Lena," Nate called her softly. Lena turned to look at him. The warm yellow light above cast a gentle glow on his nose, brows, and lips. His gold-rimmed glasses exuded elegance, and the texture of his shirt spoke of refined taste. Even after their breakup, Lena had to admit that Nate was precisely her type. In all her life, among all the men she had met, only Aaron and Nate could truly be called attractive in her eyes. Even Hayden and Jace were merely "not bad." It wasn’t that her standards were excessively high—it was simply that if someone didn’t resonate with her, no matter how perfect they were, she wouldn’t care for them. "Thank you," Nate said softly. Lena was momentarily stunned, assuming he was referring to their wor
Recently, Lena had been in a constant state of distraction. Aaron's decision to sever ties with the Aces weighed heavily on her mind. He hadn't told her the reason, only saying that she would find out in due time. She could live without knowing why, but she feared the fallout. When the truth came to light, she worried her grandparents and her mother would crumble under the weight of the news, collectively breaking down. Aaron had assured her he would handle everything, but she didn’t trust that he could shield the family from such devastation. Most importantly, she couldn’t understand why he would choose to leave the Aces. Could it really be, as the old saying went, that someone else’s child was like an ungrateful wolf? If it were anyone else, she might believe it, but this was Aaron. She couldn’t bring herself to believe he would be so heartless, so ungrateful. And yet, he had said it to her himself. It felt so unreal that Lena wondered if she had imagined it all. This tur
Mrs. Lane finally pieced together all the questions Lena had asked her and understood everything. Gabriel furrowed his brow and looked at Lena. "Is this really what you think?" Lena stayed silent. She did have those suspicions, but seeing how her mother had reacted so strongly, she began to wonder if she had been overthinking it. Aaron, who had already figured out the situation, looked at Lena and spoke up. "She must have misunderstood something." And he knew it was his fault. "She’s just an ungrateful brat! She doesn’t appreciate the kindness she’s been given and can’t stand seeing me be good to someone else," Mrs. Lane fumed again. Gabriel wiped away her tears gently. "Alright, maybe she was just joking with you." "Ask her if she was joking! Look at the things she’s been asking me—let her tell you herself!" Mrs. Lane pointed an accusing finger at Lena. "Big Sis," Aaron called out softly, "I’ll take Lil' Lena out for some fresh air." Without waiting for a reply, he r
"You’ll find out soon enough," Aaron’s answer echoed in Lena’s ears, leaving her restless and unable to sleep. The next day, Mrs. Lane arrived with chicken soup for Aaron and a bag full of fresh produce. "These vegetables are from a village I visited. They’re all organic, no chemical fertilizers," she gushed proudly. Lena's gaze followed her mother’s every move, scrutinizing her intently. Wherever she went, Lena's eyes followed, making her incredibly uncomfortable. "What are you staring at me for? It’s creepy," Mrs. Lane said. "Mom, why are you so good to my uncle?" Lena finally asked. "He’s my brother. Isn’t it normal for me to care for him? You think everyone’s as heartless as you?" Mrs. Lane scolded her, throwing in an insult for good measure. Lena didn’t retaliate to the insult. Instead, she pressed further, "It’s normal, sure, but the way you care for him doesn’t feel like how you’d treat a brother. It feels more like..." She paused before continuing, "Like how you’d
Keira chuckled softly. "Well, a DNA test isn’t a bad idea. At least then you won’t have to worry about being related to Mr. Ace if you two get together." Lena's eyebrows shot up instantly. "What nonsense are you spouting? Do you want me to hit you?" "Go ahead. If you break anything, you’ll have to compensate me," Keira said smugly, knowing full well she had a trump card—her precious little one growing inside her. Their playful banter caught the attention of the people in the room. They exchanged amused glances. "The things girls find joy in are beyond us," one of them said with a smile. "Let’s hope they stay happy forever," Aaron added, just as his phone began to ring. Glancing at the caller ID, he nodded at Hayden. "I’ll take this call." Aaron walked toward his study. Hayden also pulled out his phone, while Lena and Keira moved to the sofa. Keira recounted Lena’s gossip to him. "Hayden, do you think I could be the person the Mitchell family owes a debt to?" "It’s not