Their faces tightened with suspicion. "Who are you?" one asked sharply.It hit me—they didn't recognize me. We'd met before, but that was years ago, and they'd aged since then."I'm... a friend of Desmond's," I lied, keeping my tone light. No way would they tell me anything if I revealed the real reason I was here. "I heard he had a baby and thought I'd check in."Their eyes darted to each other, their unease palpable. "We've never seen you before," one said, voice sharp with doubt. "And Desmond never mentioned a friend like you."Their guardedness made sense—these days, you couldn't be too careful with all the scams and con artists around.I offered a gentle smile as I handed over the small gifts I'd brought. "It's okay. I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. That's all."But they didn't take them. "We don't know you, and we're not comfortable with this."With that, they turned and walked away.I stayed rooted in place, watching them go. Following them would only
The thought hit me out of nowhere: 'I want a child like that.'I drove away from Desmond's parents' place and back to work. On the way, I tried calling Demi—straight to voicemail.Wayne's info had to be solid, so if she wasn't picking up, it was because she was avoiding me. Frustrated, I shot her a text:[Demi, if you still consider me a friend, pick up my call.]Nothing. No reply. Not even a read receipt. Just silence.Guess I'd have to track her down myself.***Technically, I was still on the clock, but my boss wasn't exactly strict. Without hesitation, I booked a flight to Lindale. Just as I confirmed the ticket, Ron walked in, water glass in hand."You've been way too chill lately," he said, plopping into the chair across from me.I didn't need a crystal ball to know what he meant. He'd probably seen the latest headlines about me. "What? Here to pile on more work?" I deadpanned."Obviously," he shot back. "If I don't, you'll just cause more chaos. And if things go south
Demi's call came in while I was in the bathroom, wiping Ron's splash attack off my face."Keira." Her voice was flat, almost hollow—so unlike the Demi I used to know. She used to talk like every sentence was lit with fireworks, sharp and alive.Now? That fire was gone.I didn't know every detail of what happened, but her suicide attempt had left a mark. She wasn't the same, and it broke my heart to hear it."If you didn't call me soon, I was about to come hunt you down myself," I said, trying to inject some levity into my tone."Don't come. I'm fine," she cut in, her tone shaky.I tossed the crumpled paper towel in the trash and leaned against the sink. "Fine? Sure, because that sounded convincing. Spill, Demi. What's going on?"She went quiet for so long I thought the call dropped. Then, finally, her voice cracked through the silence. "I have nothing left. Nothing. And now I'm stuck with almost $500,000 in debt."Wayne had mentioned her boyfriend before, so the pieces clicked
Of course. A guy like him—a leech who targets women—would have a knack for spotting wealthy, attractive targets.If Jorian recognized me, he'd already done his homework. He might've even targeted me before."What do you think I'm here for?" I asked, letting the sarcasm drip.Jorian didn't flinch. "It's about Demi, right?"So, he knew. No point playing dumb. "Yeah," I said. "What did you do to her? And don't give me the cop version—I want the truth.""I'm not obligated to tell you anything," he replied smoothly, like he thought he still had some leverage.I raised a brow. "Then what'll it take for you to talk?"Honestly, he was in no position to negotiate. Even if I offered him cash, he wouldn't be able to spend it from behind bars. But he held up two fingers.I let out a sharp laugh. "Seriously? Aren't you worried about adding extortion to your rap sheet? And even if I gave you the cash, you can't spend it behind bars.""It's not for me," he said, serious now. "It's for my par
"What do you think you're doing?" I shouted.The men turned to look at me, their eyes scanning me from head to toe. One of them, his gaze practically dripping with greed. "Well, well. Since when does Lindale get girls this pretty?"Another one chimed in, "What's it to you, sweetheart? You looking to rent a place? Or are you friends with the lady in here?""Seems to me I was the one asking the questions," I said, my tone icy.The man pounding on the door swaggered over, his expression oozing sleaze and menace. "We're just here looking for pretty girls. And look at that—we found one."As he spoke, he reached out a finger toward my chin.I dodged his touch. He let out an amused "Huh."He said, "Oh, feisty. I like that. Feisty girls are more fun."He signaled his companions with a quick look. "Looks like this trip wasn't wasted after all," he said smugly.Before I could react, they started closing in. I stepped back, dodging hands as they reached for me. The situation was spiralin
The man fumbled with his phone and quickly rattled off an account number. Without hesitation, I transferred the $300,000."Now, the IOU," I demanded, holding out my hand.They passed it over begrudgingly, one muttering under his breath, "Damn, didn't think you were this rich."I met his gaze. "I'm not just rich—I have connections. If you ever come back to harass her again, you might hold the money, but I promise, you won't live long enough to spend it."Sometimes, you just have to bring the heat.Their cocky smirks vanished as they slinked off, but one couldn't resist tossing a jab at Demi over his shoulder. "With a rich bestie like her, why take out a loan?""Get lost!" I snapped.They scurried off, but Demi didn't relax. Her whole body trembled."It's over now. They're gone," I said softly, stepping forward to pull her into a hug."Ahhhh—"Her wail ripped through the silence, raw and full of anguish.I didn't say anything. I just let her release everything she'd been bottl
Screwed her over?I frowned, sending back a quick: [?]Lena's reply came in hot: [Nate's here!]Oh, the hotel stunt. I smirked, fingers flying across the screen: [Hope you enjoy the romantic alone time I created for you guys.]Lena: [Romantic, my ass! I'm about to go into surgery!]Me: [...]***Lena wasn't kidding, and no, the surgery wasn't some lame excuse to dodge Nate—it was real.Sure, she could've handed it off to another doctor, but nope.This was her subtle way of saying, 'Guess what, Nate? The universe doesn't orbit around you.'Why should she rearrange her whole life just because he finally decided to pop back in after ghosting her for months in favor of work?By the time she wrapped up, it was already pushing 11 p.m.Her first move? Check her phone. Maybe Nate had sent a text—or even a string of desperate ones.But nope. Nada. The notification bar was a wasteland.She tapped on their chat. The conversation hadn't moved an inch since his earlier 'I'm back ' mes
Nate left the hospital with Lena, and she just assumed they were headed for a hotel. But as soon as they got in the car, he asked, "Mind if we go to your place instead?"Lena blinked, caught off guard. "You're just trying to see if there's some guy at my place, aren't you?""Nope," he said.She rolled her eyes. 'Sure, Jan. Guys and their fragile egos.'Before she could call him out, he added, "I just don't want to be treated like every other guy."Lena froze. Well, that shut her up.So, yeah—she caved and brought him back to her apartment.Her place wasn't exactly Grand Central Station; aside from her parents and Keira, no one ever stopped by. Not like she had anything to hide anyway.When they got upstairs, she unlocked the door but didn't step inside. Instead, she threw her arms around Nate's neck. Barefoot now, she realized how much shorter she was. Standing on her tiptoes didn't help much either.Frustrated, she commanded, "Pick me up."Nate obliged. He lifted her easily
Lena’s mother’s face flushed with embarrassment at the questioning but quickly retorted, “Aaron, what kind of talk is that? Lena is my daughter. I gave birth to her and raised her. How could I possibly harm her?” “Then what do you call what you’re doing today?” Aaron’s voice and gaze were both ice-cold. “Your sister is just worried that Lena hasn’t moved on from Nate,” Lena’s father chimed in, trying to mediate. “That’s right, Aaron. Your sister and brother-in-law would never hurt Lena. Besides, the Goodwick family isn’t bad. It’s just that from the moment you two walked in, you’ve been giving them attitude, making sharp remarks at every turn,” added Aaron’s father, who had been silent until now. As the person in question, Lena couldn’t remain silent any longer. “Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, Dad, I know you all care about me and want the best for me, but I really don’t want to start a new relationship right now. That doesn’t mean I’m stuck in the past with Nate, though. Can you just
“Yes!” Lena and Aaron replied in unison. Mrs. Goodwick froze for a moment, then gave an awkward laugh. “You two are uncle and niece, having grown up together, but now that you’re adults, you should have your own spaces. What if Mr. Ace brings a girlfriend home? It wouldn’t be convenient, would it?” She certainly knew how to mind others' business. “I don’t have a girlfriend, so there’s no inconvenience,” Aaron replied flatly, blocking her attempts at argument like swatting away a fly. “But men and women are different,” Arthur said, his gaze toward Lena taking on a peculiar edge. “Only dirty-minded people think that way,” Lena shot back without hesitation. The back-and-forth between Aaron and Lena left no room for the Goodwick family to save face. Their expressions darkened considerably. Mrs. Lane had to step in to smooth things over. “It’s just that Lena had some trouble with a medical dispute recently. We were worried about her safety, so we let her stay with her uncle fo
“Lena, you’re back! Aaron…” Mrs. Lane immediately waved at Lena, signaling her to come over quickly. Lena had a sinking feeling and didn’t step forward. Just then, Aaron walked over and stood beside her, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the room. As his sleeve brushed against Lena’s hand, the accidental touch gave her a sudden boost of courage. What was there to be afraid of? With Aaron here, her mother wouldn’t dare go overboard. It was a confidence she had grown up with—so long as Aaron was around, her mother was nothing more than a paper tiger. To this day, Lena couldn’t quite figure it out. Aaron wasn’t even biologically related to the family, yet everyone seemed to hold him in unusually high regard. Whatever he said, no one would dare contradict. It was precisely because of this unique favoritism that Lena often rode on his coattails, benefiting from his influence. “Chairman Goodwick, Mrs. Goodwick,” Aaron greeted the unfamiliar guests first, acknowledging the fa
“It doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s completely healed,” Lena said as she sat down. “Any new issues or discoveries today?” “None,” Nate replied, his dark, deep gaze lingering on her with a complex expression. Lena noticed but pretended not to. She had no intention of asking. When she lowered her head to focus on work, Nate withdrew his gaze. For the rest of the day, he didn’t say another word to her. This behavior was unusual for him. Ever since he returned to promote his research project, Nate had always carried himself with humility, desperately seeking her forgiveness. But today, he acted like just another colleague, a completely different person from before. Although this change was what Lena had hoped for, she couldn’t help but feel unsettled. What had brought on this sudden shift? She thought back to the incident yesterday when she had asked Nate and Aaron to leave while her wound was being treated. Could it be that her uncle had said something to Nate? On the drive bac
Aaron didn’t give Nate an answer, but silence itself was an answer. Lena’s test results came back negative: no traces of snake venom were found in her system. The wound had been treated, and in the end, it turned out to be a false alarm. “Sorry, Uncle,” Lena said apologetically. “I ruined your camping trip.” When she had been bitten by the snake, her screams were so terrifying that they startled everyone else. The others quickly packed up and left, bringing the camping trip to an abrupt, messy end. “It’s fine. You can make it up to everyone another time,” Aaron replied in a way that defied all expectations. Shouldn’t he be comforting her? He didn’t play by the rules, and Lena decided she wouldn’t either. “I’m not making it up to anyone. If anything, you owe me, Uncle.” “How would you like me to compensate you?” This time, he sounded more reasonable. Lena blinked mischievously. “I haven’t decided yet. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.” After saying that, she sigh
Nate stared at her face, carefully observing her expression and movements. He had a rough idea of her condition but still asked, "Bitten on the ankle, right? Let me see the wound." As he spoke, he bent down. However, before he could touch Lena, she was moved away. Nate looked up at Aaron. "Mr. Ace, even if the snake isn’t venomous, its teeth carry a lot of bacteria." Aaron’s response was as sharp as ever. "Oh, so you can see the bacteria and have a chat with them, asking them to leave? Or can you wipe them out with your bare hands?" Without waiting for Nate’s reply, Aaron scooped up Lena and walked off. Nate crouched there for a few seconds, stunned, before standing up and following quickly.-Lena was seated in a chair as the doctor lifted her leg. Just as Nate reached out to roll up her pant leg, Aaron had already done it. Nate had no choice but to awkwardly withdraw his hand. The doctor began cleaning the wound with disinfectant. Meanwhile, Aaron gently placed his hand
The black Cayenne roared through the night, the driver pushing the car to its limits as if his foot might break through the gas pedal. Yet, Aaron wasn’t satisfied. "Faster," he barked. "There’s no need to rush. Safety first," Lena said, her voice calm despite her pale complexion. As a doctor, she knew the basics—judging by the snake that bit her, it was likely just a common green snake, non-venomous. Despite her reassurances, Aaron remained tense, his entire body rigid. The driver, responding to the urgency, raced toward the hospital with record-breaking speed. What should have been a twenty-minute drive was reduced to eight. By the time they screeched to a halt, the driver’s legs were trembling from the adrenaline rush. It was the first time in his life he had experienced such an intense, heart-pounding ride. Aaron didn’t wait for the car to stop completely. He leapt out, carrying Lena straight into the emergency room. "Doctor, she's been bitten by a snake," he said urgently.
"Then why are his photos identical to yours?" Keira demanded. Lena didn’t answer immediately. She understood what Keira meant, opened her social media app, and found Aaron’s post. Sure enough, he’d shared the exact same photo as hers. To make things worse, the comments underneath included a particularly mortifying one from her mother: [You’re with Lena, huh?] Her mother probably didn’t mean anything by it, but the comment still felt inappropriate. As Lena silently cursed her mother’s lack of tact, she noticed another reply under that comment. This one, from Aaron himself, read: [Wherever she goes, I’ll take her with me and make sure she’s well taken care of. Don’t worry, Sis.] Lena was absolutely speechless. These two siblings were a perfect match: one was clueless, and the other oblivious. Her mother, as an older woman, could be excused for her lack of social awareness. But Aaron? Why was he commenting like this, knowing full well that their mutual friends could see it?
Lena hastily withdrew her hand, but her movements were too abrupt. As she stepped back, she tripped over the support pole of the tent and fell backward. Just as she braced herself for a painful landing, Aaron’s long arm reached out and caught her waist, pulling her into his embrace. Her cheek pressed against his chest, and the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat filled her ears, blending with her own erratic pulse. This suffocating feeling... It was almost intoxicating. It reminded her of the time she had accidentally walked in on him while he was showering. Awkward. So awkward that she didn’t even know how to extricate herself, nor did she have the courage to pull away from his arms. “You’re already an adult, yet you’re still so clumsy,” Aaron scolded lightly, his voice coming from above her. Then he released her and added, “No wonder your mom worries about you so much and insists on you staying at home.” Lena’s suffocating embarrassment was instantly eased by his rem