"Mm."I was about to say something when he added softly, "I can't help it. I can't stop myself from wanting to be close to you, to take care of you, and yeah... even flirt with you."He had a point. If love was something you could control, even gods wouldn't stand a chance against it.For a moment, I didn't know what to say, but Hayden let go of me."Make sure you drink plenty of water when you get inside. And if you need anything, just call me," he said.He pointed at my bag. "Your keycard—I'll get the door for you.""No need," I said, snapping out of my thoughts and stepping back to put some distance between us. "I've got it."I quickly fumbled for the keycard, swiped it, and slipped inside. Leaning against the door, I stood there for a bit, trying to pull myself together.By the time Demi got back, I was already in bed. She moved around quietly, probably trying not to wake me.I kept my eyes shut because I wasn't in the mood to talk. I could hear her muttering under her bre
As expected, Lindey was calling to ask me to come back to the Johnston residence for dinner.I knew the dinner invite was just a cover—she definitely had something else on her mind."I already had your gnocchi, but coming home right now isn't really an option," I said, trying to sound apologetic. "I'm working day and night to meet the deadline at the amusement park. I'll come home once I get a break."Lindey sighed dramatically. "Ugh, Jace is really something. Why's he pushing you so hard? It's not like the world's ending tomorrow. I'll give him a piece of my mind later.""It's not his fault, Lindey. This schedule was set ages ago," I explained.Business was business—Jace has never let our personal issues mess with work."Alright, alright, work's important," she said, though I could hear the disappointment in her voice before she hung up.But what can I do? I really am drowning in work. And even if I weren't, I can't just drop by the Johnston residence whenever I feel like it an
"Yeah, we're having some issues with the lighting," I explained as Lindey made her way over to the scaffolding where Hayden was working."This technician isn't even wearing a safety harness. That's incredibly dangerous—safety should always come first," Lindey said, slipping effortlessly into her role as RiverwaveCorp chairman's wife.Actually, Hayden had been wearing a harness earlier, but he took it off when he came down. He only climbed back up for a quick fix, which was why he wasn't strapped in."Noted. We'll definitely keep that in mind," I replied, then called out to Hayden, "What are you doing up there without a harness? Get down now."Surprisingly, Hayden didn't argue. He climbed down right away. "My bad. I'll be more careful from now on. Won't happen again," he admitted.The way he said it, like a kid owning up to a mistake. It made me feel like I'd been too harsh, like I was picking on him.Lindey turned to him and said, "Safety isn't just a rule—it's to protect yoursel
Lindey was taken aback, but then she softened into a warm, knowing smile."What are you saying? You can't just swear off men because of Jace. Yeah, there are some duds out there, but trust me, there's still plenty of good fish in the sea," Lindey said with her usual humor, still cracking jokes like she was half her age.Even in her fifties, she was as trendy and upbeat as ever.I couldn't help but smile too. "There are good men, but I'm just not in the right mindset for that right now. At least, not yet. I need some time."I said it to gently steer her away from whatever else she might be planning to suggest. Some things were better left unsaid—crossing that line could make things awkward real quick."Fair enough," she replied, letting me breathe a little easier.But then, she hit me with a curveball. "Just don't wait too long, Rea. Finding a good boyfriend is like anything else—the best ones get snapped up fast."I laughed, and so did Lindey."You're so beautiful, seriously. A
I agreed to Lindey's request for now, saw her off, and then headed back to work.But when I got there, only Demi was around. Hayden was nowhere in sight. "Where's Mr. Hart?""Mr. Lawson called him over," Demi replied, her eyes locking onto mine. "Keira, your future mother-in-law came to talk on Jace's behalf. You—""I'm done with Jace. It doesn't matter who tries to interfere; it won't change anything. Don't overthink it," I cut in, making sure she got my point—again.Demi sighed. "The Johnston family is great in every way, except for Jace."She wasn't wrong. The Johnstons were impressive, but I wasn't marrying the family—I was supposed to marry Jace. If he wasn't right for me, then nothing else mattered.Demi and I waited for Hayden, but after half an hour of nothing, I decided to call him. His phone was just sitting in the nearby break area."Mr. Hart definitely doesn't have a girlfriend. Look, he doesn't even keep his phone on him. If he had a girlfriend, he'd be glued to tha
He was pissed, like he was ready to rip me apart, but I wasn't about to back down. I had a few things to say too. I let go of Hayden's hand, but before I could take a step, Hayden squeezed it tighter.I looked at him, and he stared right back, his eyes holding that same look he had back in Chiverton when Molly tried to make me fall. It was the look of someone who wasn't gonna let anything happen to me.But I didn't need saving. Not right now. I gently pulled my hand free and said, "Jace isn't gonna do anything to me."Hayden didn't stop me this time. I followed Jace as he stomped off, practically shaking with anger. Gavin tried to follow, but Jace threw a glare over his shoulder. "This isn't your business."Gavin froze, shooting me a worried look.Jace kept walking, not even bothering to see if I was behind him. I had no clue where he was taking me, so I called out, "Whatever you've got to say, just say it here."He didn't stop, but I did. "Let's talk here. I've got stuff to do,
I smirked, cutting Jace off before he could even finish his sentence. "Don't tell me you mistook her for me.""I..." Jace's mouth hanging open as he stared at me.But I didn't let him off that easy. "Let's be real—how many times have you actually kissed me?"His expression turned stormy.We'd been together for over three years. Sure, we held hands and hugged, but when it came to real, passionate kissing? It almost never happened. And when it did, it was always something chaste—a kiss on the hand, cheek, or forehead. If our lips ever touched, it was just a quick, barely-there peck.My words hit him hard, and I could see the frustration boiling over. He suddenly let go of me, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I was an idiot who got caught up in the moment and kissed her. But it didn't mean anything.""Oh, so it only counts if you sleep with her?" I retorted sarcastically.Jace was on the edge of losing it. "Is that what you think of me? If I was that kind of guy, don't you t
When Steve rolled into the pool hall, he spotted Jace going to town on the pool balls, clearly working off some serious frustration.Instead of trying to calm him down, Steve casually grabbed a cue from the rack and sauntered over. "Same old game. Wanna play?"Jace didn't even acknowledge him, just kept hammering away at the balls. After missing a few shots, he finally snapped, slamming the cue onto the table before storming out.Steve sighed, set his cue down, and trailed after him. "So, what did Keira do to tick you off this time?""Who says it's about her? Don't bring her up," Jace snapped.Steve couldn't help but chuckle. "Come on, man. She's the only one who can get you this worked up. What's the deal? Can't handle that she's over you?"Steve always had a way of hitting where it hurt, and this time was no different.Jace whipped around and grabbed Steve by the collar. "You better shut your mouth."Steve stayed cool, meeting Jace's glare. "What'd I say?"Jace's mouth opene
No girl could resist a gesture of kindness, especially when it came with a dessert. "Can I sit for a moment?" Keira asked the girl, seeking her permission even though this was her place. "Of course. You’re the owner here, right?" she replied, recognizing Keira immediately. Keira glanced down at her work apron, smiling lightly. "How did you guess? Is it written on my face?" "You look even better in person than in the photos," the girl said candidly, studying her with an open gaze. Keira gave her a puzzled look. "Hmm?" She pulled out her phone and opened a video. "This is how I found this place. It’s amazing." It turned out that a blogger had visited the café and shared a video and photos online. In his post, he wrote: The air here is soft; it calms your weary heart as you breathe it in. The leaves on the trees are alive, reminding you that every day has its colors. The coffee is bittersweet, much like life, and the owner is a stranger who genuinely cares. When she greets
The message Keira had asked Hayden to pass on was simple: "My father is no longer here. I will speak of his origins at his gravesite, and nothing more is needed." Over the years, only the Johnston family had given her warmth and familial love. She didn’t feel any attachment to the other so-called relatives, nor did she see a need to force a connection. Having gone through so much, Keira had come to understand that no matter how strong blood ties might be, they require companionship and nurturing to truly matter. - When Hayden returned, Keira was busy at the café. For some reason, business was particularly good today, with an unusually large crowd. Even the staff were struggling to keep up. "Quite a crowd today," Hayden remarked, sounding as puzzled as Keira felt. "Right? Look at this," she said, glancing at the full tables inside and outside the café. Her heart brimmed with satisfaction. Over the years, Keira had held high-ranking, well-paying positions, whether working f
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