Hayden, quick as ever, caught my juice before it could spill all over the table. Before I could even turn around, I heard a voice I knew way too well."Kiki, you're something else. Maybe I should start taking notes," Lena teased, sliding up beside me with that mischievous grin.I lightly swatted her arm. "You know, scaring people isn't cool.""If you're scared, I definitely can't afford the compensation. Right, Hayden?" Lena shot him a playful look.This girl—around Nate, she was all sweet and innocent, but with anyone else, it was like she got a license for sass. How she managed to flip the switch in front of Nate, I'd never know."Where's Nate?" I asked, glancing at the empty seat he'd been in earlier."He left," Lena shrugged, plopping down next to me. Her eyes flicked to Hayden. "Hayden, seriously? Two plates, and Kiki's got none? Not exactly boyfriend of the year material."She said it on purpose, totally knowing Hayden had eaten my leftovers.I nudged her under the table,
Lena's face went stone cold. "I've already told you—keep this up, and it's harassment. I'll call the cops.""Dr. Lane, it's not harassment! I just... I like you. I wanna be with you..."I cringed so hard I could barely stand it. It reminded me of the guy who sent her flowers signed "Sancho." Was this him? I didn't care—he was Sancho now."Dr. Lane, I swear, it was love at first sight..." Sancho even raised his hand like he was making some grand, heartfelt vow."But she hated you at first sight," I shot back, sliding next to Lena.Hayden stood up too, looking like he'd be ready to step in if things got any worse.Sancho glanced at me. "Who are you? I'm talking to Dr. Lane. Could you, like, not?"If I'd eaten more earlier, I probably would've puked just from his voice."And who are you to think just 'cause you say you like her, she has to care?" No way was I letting this go."Yeah, I like her! It's a pure, sacred kind of love. My feelings are noble!" He actually sounded serious,
Lena didn't answer me right away. Her gaze was locked on Hayden outside the window. "How long do you think he'll take?"I glanced outside. Sancho was practically groveling, completely at Hayden's mercy, while Hayden just stood there with one hand casually tucked in his pocket. The morning sunlight hit him just right, making him look like he was glowing or something.And I couldn't take my eyes off him.This quiet sense of pride bubbled up inside me, a voice in the back of my mind whispering, 'Keira, that's your guy.'Getting involved with Hayden had been kind of an accident—something that happened when I was still reeling from my breakup with Jace, just looking for a distraction. But now? I realized I'd hit the jackpot. He wasn't just good-looking; he could handle things."Uh, hello? I asked you a question," Lena nudged me when I didn't respond.I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts. "Oh, right. Shouldn't take much longer."If I had to guess, Sancho was probably begging Hayden
Out of nowhere, Lena blurted, "If you'd been this smooth earlier, Jace wouldn't have run off." It felt like she'd lost her mind for a second, because bringing up an ex in front of your current boyfriend? Major no-no.I stiffened for a second, but I knew Lena wasn't trying to hurt me. She wasn't clueless either. One glance at her and I caught the mischievous wink she sent my way.I got it—she was testing Hayden. She wanted to see how he'd react to hearing about Jace. Classic Lena, always pushing boundaries.Most guys would flinch at the mention of an ex, especially in front of their girlfriend. But I wondered, How far is she gonna take this? What if she pushed too hard, and Hayden just decided to peace out?I risked a glance at him. His expression didn't change. No flicker of annoyance, no comment, nothing.Lena wasn't about to let it go. "Right, Hayden? Don't you think?"I wanted to melt into the floor.But Hayden just replied, "Kiki only gets clingy with me."A wave of sweet
Ron invited me to dinner, and it hit me—Hayden had mentioned the exact same thing earlier when I was getting my blood drawn.At the time, I thought he was just messing with me, trying to distract me. Turns out, he wasn't kidding."It's Mr. Shane?" Hayden asked, like he already knew."Yeah," I said, eyeing him suspiciously. "Did you tell him to ask me?"Hayden was Ron's boss, so it wouldn't take much for Ron to follow orders.Hayden frowned a little. "No."I shot him a sarcastic smile, totally convinced he was covering his real identity."He told me in advance," Hayden added, trying to clarify.But was that really it? I wasn't in the mood to dig deeper. Free dinner? I wasn't about to pass that up. I smirked. "I said yes. You coming too?""Yeah," he replied, in that classic Hayden way. Seriously, if someone made a list of his most-used words, "yeah" would totally top it.But then he dropped the line that made me roll my eyes: "I don't make a habit of letting my girlfriend have
There was nothing wrong between Hayden and me—just the awkward feeling from his secret. But I couldn't dump that on Yuna. She was too delicate, and with her heart condition, she didn't need the extra stress."No, nothing's wrong," I reassured her with a smile. "You've seen how Hayden and I are. We're fine."Yuna studied me with those wide, innocent eyes, and for a second, I had to look away. Her gaze was too pure, like it would expose the mess in my head.I raised my hand in defense, laughing softly. "Seriously, nothing's wrong. If you don't believe me, you can grill Hayden when he's back.""Keira," Yuna murmured, hugging my arm and resting her head on my shoulder. "If Hayden ever messes up, just hit him or yell at him—but don't leave him, okay?"Her soft, pleading tone tugged at my heart. I rubbed my head against hers, affectionate. "Alright, I'll leave it to you to handle him."Yuna nodded, all serious. "I'll always be on your side."She was so afraid of me leaving Hayden. It
Wade stopped in his tracks, turning to look at me with a hint of surprise.I suddenly realized how forward I'd been and quickly tried to backtrack. "I didn't mean to overstep, I just thought—""That's fine," Wade cut me off."She was so lively before," Wade murmured, almost to himself. "Loved meeting new people. If you visit her, she'll be happy, I'm sure."The way he spoke tugged at my heart."Come with me," he said, leading the way.As I followed, I couldn't help but notice how heavy his steps seemed, as if the guilt and sadness were dragging him down. We made our way to a rehabilitation room that looked almost like the VIP suite Yuna stayed in—spacious, comfortable, clearly a place for someone from a well-off family.When we reached the door, Wade turned to me, his eyes holding something unsaid.I thought maybe he was having second thoughts. "If it's not convenient, we can come back another time," I offered quickly."You really do look like her," Wade said, "But she's thinn
Wade stood up and moved toward the window, his back to me. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but I found myself quietly stepping closer to the bed.Now that I was up close, I could really see it—she wasn’t just gorgeous; she looked a lot like me.If my parents were still alive, I would've gone straight to them and asked if I had a long-lost sister.As those thoughts ran through my mind, my eyes drifted to the nameplate on the bedside: Narelle Yule, 28 years old.'Miss Yule, hello. I'm Keira,' I silently introduced myself.Wade's voice broke the stillness. "Come back in," he said into his phone, calling the caregiver back.The caregiver returned quickly, and I took that as my cue to slip out of the room. Wade followed silently, and we walked side by side in heavy quiet. It wasn't until we'd walked some distance that he finally spoke."The doctors say there's no chance she'll recover. Her family... they've already given up.""But you haven't," I said.Wade's steps slowed, his voi
Hayden gave her an unwavering sense of security and endless emotional support. If depression ever tried to knock on her door, he wouldn't even let it in. He carefully laid out the couplet paper and prepared the ink for her. He even set up a camera on the side, ready to document the moment. “What should I write?” Keira asked, staring at the blank red banners in front of her. “Whatever you want. Anything is fine,” Hayden replied easily, the picture of a doting husband, fully embracing her freedom to decide. Keira glanced around the courtyard, at the people sitting alone, lost in thought. A wave of emotion washed over her, and inspiration struck. She picked up the brush and wrote the couplet: "Though the courtyard holds no feast, it warms the heart. As long as the heart seeks the sun, warmth is everywhere." The horizontal inscription: "You and I Welcome Spring." When Keira finished, she looked up at Hayden. He was smiling. Keira frowned instantly. “You’re not allowed t
As soon as they arrived at the courtyard house, Keira could already feel the festive atmosphere before even stepping out of the car. Large red lanterns hung on both sides of the entrance, and strings of New Year’s lights were wrapped around the wooden fence walls. “I had everything set up in advance, but I left one special spot for you, the lady of the house, to personally complete,” Hayden said, leaving her in suspense. With my belly this big, Keira obviously couldn’t do much, but he understood her desire to be involved in decorating for the New Year. Keira had to admit—he was becoming more and more of a perfect husband. He could anticipate her thoughts without me even saying a word. Supporting her carefully, he led her into the courtyard. To her surprise, even though it was New Year’s Eve, there were still guests there. Most of them were alone. Some sat in silence, lost in thought. Others were reading, while a few were quietly jotting things down in notebooks. On a night
A generous boss who hands out big bonuses during the holidays? If it were Keira, she’d be worshipping him too. “We’re heading home for the New Year. If there’s any movement, we’ll come back,” Hayden said, explaining their situation to Aaron. He nodded at Keira from across Hayden and added, “Happy New Year.” “Happy New Year,” Keira replied. As she watched his car pull into the hospital, she couldn’t help but chuckle. Hayden glanced at Keira. “What’s so funny?” “He’s here to hand out bonuses. Lena will definitely run into him,” Keira said, before a thought struck her. “Hayden, do you think Aaron is so generous with this hospital because Lena works here?” Hayden simply replied, “I don’t know.” Keira tilted her head and looked at him. “Really? You don’t know?” Hayden reached out and ruffled her hair. “Most pregnant women get dumber, but you’re only getting sharper.” So Keira was right. At that moment, inside the hospital’s banquet hall, Lena was casually chatting with a
"She was transferred from pediatrics and is now in charge of the VIP ward. She’s a senior nurse." Lena explained, and Keira immediately understood. "Rea, ever since you got yourself a man, you haven’t been coming around as often. The doctors and nurses have changed, and since nurses rotate throughout the hospital, many faces are probably new to you." That was true. The world was constantly changing, and very few people stayed in the same place forever. Just like Keira—she was now the owner of the courtyard house. Although she hadn’t given birth yet, Hayden was already extremely nervous, staying by her side 24/7. By New Year’s Eve, there was still no sign of labor, and she was getting restless from staying in the hospital. "Hayden, I want to go back and decorate the courtyard house. This is our first Spring Festival there." Keira had been looking forward to celebrating the New Year at the courtyard house for a long time. Lighting the big fireplace, hanging red lanterns eve
Aside from the slippery roads, there was also the joy of admiring the snowy scenery. "You haven't had breakfast, have you?" Ron asked as he handed over a bag. Lena glanced at him. Ron, unfazed, smiled and said, “It’s your favorite wheat toast.” She accepted the bag, opened it, and sure enough—it was exactly what she loved. “How did you know I like this?” “Because I’m your boyfriend,” Ron said matter-of-factly. “If I didn’t even know what you like to eat, I’d totally blow my cover if your mom ever interrogated me.” He had an easygoing charm, always carrying a smile. People said those who smiled a lot were the luckiest. Ron seemed like living proof of that. Lena finished the breakfast he had prepared for her just as they arrived at the hospital. Surprisingly, someone—either patients or the hospital staff—had built several uniquely shaped snowmen at the entrance. “I swear, this world is full of hidden talents,” Ron commented in amazement. “Look at these snowmen—each one co
The curtain lifted slightly, and Lena felt a whisper of cold air brush against her skin. Her fingers dug into the wall once more. She didn’t see the look in Aaron’s eyes. He had known she was hiding behind the curtain. But he hadn’t expected her to be dressed like that… There was a saying among men—of all the countless things that could be considered alluring, a woman wearing nothing but a man’s shirt was undoubtedly one of them. “Aaron?” Xandra called out when he didn’t move. Aaron’s fingers loosened, and instead of pulling back the curtain, he let it drop back into place. Stepping in front of it, he said, “I just remembered I have something to take care of. Let’s check it out another time. I’ll take you home.” Xandra hesitated, sensing a brief flicker of something unreadable in his demeanor. Her eyes drifted toward the curtain for a second, but in the end, she nodded and followed him out. Lena waited, listening to the sound of the car engine fade into the distance bef
Just as Lena was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Aaron say— “No need. I’ll do it later.” Lena: … What the hell do you mean, later? Just let her take the damn laundry so I can leave! “Aaron, can I take a look at this plant?” Xandra asked casually, but before waiting for a response, she was already walking toward the curtain—toward her. The plant was right next to where Lena was hiding. With the bright reflection of the snow outside, if Xandra so much as turned her head slightly, she’d definitely spot her. I knew I shouldn’t have hidden here! But where else could she have gone? Aaron was a minimalist—his entire home was pristine, with no unnecessary clutter. Everything was neatly tucked away in cabinets, leaving nowhere to hide. The truth was, she shouldn’t even be here. Lena held her breath, silently praying that Xandra would just glance at the plant and move on. But of course, the more she wished something wouldn’t happen, the more likely it did.
Sh*t! He had already left—why was he coming back?! Lena’s first instinct was to hide. Running back to the bedroom wasn’t realistic—Aaron would probably enter before she even made it. In the end, she chose the nearest possible hiding spot—the floor-length curtains. Lena’s fingers dug into the wall behind her. Her chest felt tight. Stifling. Maybe people really were pathetic—never realizing what they had until it was gone. She used to despise people like that. Now, she had become the very thing she hated most. "If you don’t like it, you can redecorate however you want before you move in," Aaron said casually. Lena’s eyes went wide. Move in? They’re moving in together?! It had only been a few days! Their progress was moving way too fast! An icy weight settled over her heart, as if a chunk of snow had been stuffed inside her chest, freezing her from the inside out. “Not at all, I quite like it,” Xandra’s voice was soft, carrying a shy undertone. Lena cle
Did he look like an Ace family member now? She called him Uncle Aaron—even if he didn’t like her, he still shouldn’t just abandon her like this. The two of them stood there in a silent standoff. After a few seconds, it was Aaron who gave in. Her small face was already red from the cold. If she stayed out any longer, she’d freeze. Without another word, he picked her up again, stepping through the wind and snow to place her into the car. This time, he set her in the back seat. She had always sat in the passenger seat before. Now, she wasn’t even worthy of that anymore? Maybe it was the lingering effects of the alcohol, or maybe she was just feeling too hurt, but Lena curled into herself, burying her face against her knees. Aaron saw everything. He even knew exactly what she was thinking. His heart clenched with pain, but he had to be ruthless. Only by forcing her into a corner would she find the courage to move forward—truly move forward. By the time they arrived