Gabriella closed her white piano with a bright smile. After taking a breath while staring at the blue ocean, she turned to her husband who was still busy with the documents and laptop.
"Is your work still unfinished?" the woman asked as she walked over to him.
Listening to the soft voice, the man looked up and smiled back. "A little more," he said, welcoming his wife into his lap.
"What are you doing?" Gabriella inquired as she scanned the sketch of a building that looked like her new home.
With one hand, Max spread the papers on the table. “I tried to come up with a design suitable for this environment.”
The woman spontaneously raised the corners of her lips and nodded. "It's nice. I'm sure you'll find clients soon."
A second later, Max straightened his gaze at Gabriella's beautiful face. After stroking the hair that covered the woman's forehead, he narrowed his eyes. "Would you like to take another walk tonight?"
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“Max …” Gabriella sighed with a very red face. Her slightly opened mouth had trouble uttering words. The air was scrambling in and out, competing to send oxygen that burned very quickly.Again, the woman tried to call her husband. "Max ...!"However, the man had absolutely no intention of reducing the pressure. He was too eager to take his wife to the highest peak. The water that had reached their feet was completely ignored, nor was the blue spark that sparkled every time it jerked.Unable to contain the turmoil in her body, Gabriella's moans grew shrill. Gripping the bluish sand, she looked up to welcome the warm onslaught of Max's troops. In a sudden, the stars in front of her eyes glowed and disappeared.Holding her breath, the woman released the sand which was no longer as blue as before. The plankton seemed to know that the party was over.“I hate you so much, Max,” Gabriella sighed as she didn't move to gather
"No ...!" Ignoring the tears blocking her view, Gabriella ran and attacked the masked man's head. She didn't have time to think of any other way to thwart the second blow. With all her might, the woman pulled the villain away from Max. "Don't hurt my husband!" she groaned, almost in despair. Unfortunately, the big man was too strong. With ease, he pushed the woman to the ground, let his black mask in her grip. Realizing that his face had been exposed, the villain snorted. However, instead of taking care of the woman, he targeted Max again. Wasting no time, the assailant again raised the bat into the air. Witnessing it, Gabriella's breath got shorter and faster. "No ...!" Without thinking, the woman threw herself to protect her husband. A second later, a heavy blow landed on her back. She immediately groaned and rested on both elbows and knees. "Get out of the way or you'll get hurt!" the attacker rebuked. Instea
Moments before, Max could feel something heavy on his head. After a few blinks, the man began to detect pain in the back of the skull. He had no choice but to close his eyes again. Not long after that, the heavy weight suddenly shifted. Faintly, Max began to recognize the voices of the couriers. Along with his hearing, the man's sight gradually returned to normal. The walls no longer moved. They were still, just like Gabriella's body lying nearby. "Gaby?" Holding his head and squinting, the man got up and checked. As soon as he found the woman's heartbreaking condition, a sigh of disbelief escaped his mouth. "Gaby?" Without wasting any time, Max lifted the defenseless body into his arms. The pain in his head had been forgotten, replaced by an overwhelming fear. With tears hanging down the cheeks, Max looked at the woman's pale face. "Gabriella, wake up," he sighed with quivering lips. Some of his voice lingered in the very dry
With his chest shaking, Max grabbed the doorknob. Sadness and anger in his heart still clashed against each other, burning the air in his lungs. “Stop crying! Gaby can't be worried," Max thought, making suggestions. A few moments later, the man was finally able to catch his breath and put on a calm look. Having managed to remove the creases on the brows, with red eyes, he opened the door and curled his lips. Seeing her husband emerge from behind the door, Gabriella's eyes suddenly widened. Ignoring the pain all over her body, she tried to sit up straight. "Max," she sighed. Her vision was starting to blur with emotion. The closer Max was to her, the hotter her thick eyelids became. The longing and worry were almost undamaged. When her hand managed to touch the man, tears spilled from the dam. "Are you okay? You didn't hurt at all, did you?" Gabriella asked while holding her husband's shoulder and examining him carefully. A seco
“We have received the results of the examination from the hospital. Is it true that you only suffer a blow to the back of the head, while your wife has injuries almost all over her body?” Max's heart fluttered at the question of the man wearing the police badge. With tightly clenched fists, he nodded. "Right." "And you suspect that Mrs. Gabriella was more seriously injured because of trying to protect your head?" Once again, Max cleared his throat, overcoming the burning sensation in it. "Yes." The man in front of him spontaneously narrowed the eyes and straightened his back. "Is there a logical reason why the perpetrator didn't hit your body like he did to Mrs. Gabriella?" At such a question, Max's face suddenly stiffened. A thought had crossed his mind. “Apparently, that person knows about my head injury. I had a concussion and the doctor advised me not to get hit again.” "It's a little confusing. Why did the perpetrator attack your
As soon as Gabriella saw Max, a smile immediately greeted. Although her face was still pale, the woman stretched out her arms excitedly."How busy are you? I've been waiting for a long time,” Gabriella as she was impatient for her husband to embrace.While maintaining the slight curve of his lips, Max hugged his wife and rubbed her back very gently. "Forgive me. I have to finish the hospital administration and give information to the police.""Has there been any progress?" the woman asked as their eyes met."Not yet," Max said, shaking his head. He felt very guilty because he had to lie to his wife.A second later, the man took a quick breath. The direction of the conversation must be diverted immediately. "How is your condition? Has it gotten better?” he asked while tucking a strand of hair that dangled, behind Gabriella's ear.Without thinking, the woman nodded. "Yes. Snowy and Smiley takes good care of me. The nurses here are
Carefully, Max led his wife to the toilet. When he arrived at the door, the woman smiled at him. “The only thing that hurt is my back, Max. I can walk alone,” Gabriella said casually. "But you still have to be watched," the man implied with a wrinkled brow. Patting her husband's hand, the woman pursed her lips. "I don't want to be a spoiled woman. So let me do it alone. If there's anything, I'll definitely call you." "But—" "I'm just peeing, Max," Gabriella said, raising an eyebrow. After taking a deep breath, the man finally let go of his wife's hand. "Don't lock the door." The woman chuckled and nodded. "I'll be fine," she said before entering. For a moment, Max stood with his brows furrowed nervously. The doctor had explained that the bleeding would still occur. He was really afraid that Gabriella would be shocked and shaken. "Max?" Gabriella suddenly called. The man was startled and wide-eyed. "What'
Witnessing the silence of his wife, Max's heart was getting worse. Gently, he pulled Gabriella into a hug."This isn't your fault, so don't punish yourself. Understand?" the man whispered as he was terrified of the possibility of losing his wife too.Strangely, a few seconds passed, Gabriella didn't answer at all. The woman's gaze was still on the horizon. Her teary eyes refused to shed any sorrow. Every now and then, she sighed. However, still no sound was heard. Her response raised a big question mark for the man."Gabby?" Max called while stroking the head that was leaning against him. Again, only his own sobs could be heard.While fighting the tightness in his chest, the man checked the woman's expression. As soon as he saw the pale face that was so flat, his brows furrowed deeper. "Gabby? Are you okay?"Slowly, the woman's gaze shifted towards the man. When they found each other, Gabriella finally moved her lips."So, we've lost the Lit
"Whoa!" Cayden sighed as his father placed him on the back of a pony. With round eyes, he surveyed his height from the ground. Even though it was not much, the toddler in the cowboy hat still showed a happy smile. “How is it, Little Evans? Are you happy?” the woman who held the horse's rein asked. Not daring to move much, Cayden nodded at a limited angle. "Yes, Greta. I am happy. It's thrilling!” he answered enthusiastically. “Thrilling?” Gabriella muttered, furrowing an eyebrow. While continuing to rock her niece, the woman expressed astonishment. “Where did you learn that word, Little Prince?” "Daddy often mentions it," the toddler replied, successfully making his father wince. "Daddy said that the nights spent with Mom were always thrilling." As Gabriella glared at her husband, Greta burst out laughing. "Gosh, Max. I think you should be more careful now. Your genius son can absorb all the words you speak.” "Right. I'll be more caref
"If you kept avoiding me, I would really quit the company," Julian said, successfully freezing Mr. Hunt's steps. The old man was then blinking, digesting the words he thought he heard wrong. “Actually, my position as a CEO is being threatened for some reasons. I tried to keep it a secret from all of you. I didn't even let Mia know. But as it turned out, it wasn't easy at all. My mind became adrift. And because the burden was too heavy, my emotions finally exploded. I'm so sorry it had to happen in front of you." Hearing the tone that seemed honest, Mr. Hunt slowly turned his focus. Two seconds later, he saw the tears slide from the grandson's eyes. "I've tried to be strong and tough, Grandpa. I thought I could solve all problems. But it turns out, I haven’t found any solution yet. That's why I was angry when I failed to find Grace and you at the cemetery. It got me think that I am a useless man," Julian explained with the gloomy eyes landed on the grass.
“Tsk, why does Grandpa run away like this? It just makes me feel even guiltier,” Julian grumbled between gasping breaths. Holding on to Mr. Hunt's message, he walked down the tree-lined path. “What should I do if Grandpa isn't there? Where should I look for him?” the man thought as he couldn't erase the wrinkles from his face. The burden in his heart was too heavy to ignore. After a few moments of struggling with the noise in his brain, Julian finally shook his head and blinked strongly. "No, no. Grandpa must be there. I'll take him home and things will automatically return to the way they were before," the man nodded, fostering hope. Ignoring the anxiety that kept swirling in his mind, he went faster. Unfortunately, as soon as Julian passed the cemetery gates, his steps were frozen. His jaw was dropping while his eyelids were lifted to the maximum. What he had hoped for quickly turned into disappointment. "No way! This is impossible!” he curs
"Dad," Cayden called quietly. A second later, the toddler handed Max a piece of bread that had been cleaned of jam. "I'm already full," he continued with a meaningful smile.Understanding the son's intentions, Max spontaneously raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to finish your bread again?"While showing two rows of tiny teeth, Cayden nodded. After a faint exhalation, the father began to vibrate the air with laughter."Gaby, look at what Little Prince did! I can get fat if he keeps handing me food,” the man said while showing the second bread he received from his son.“Just eat it, Max. You need more energy to help the Little Prince take care of Hasty,” the woman who was cleaning the dishes with a sponge replied.Hearing his mother's response, Cayden's eyes immediately widened. His energy had just risen to the peak. “I've finished breakfast, Mom. Can I go to the stable now?”"Yes, but you have to wash your face
Suddenly, Julian dropped his face into his hands. After exhaling heavily, he lifted his head again and put on an indescribable expression."I didn't mean to scare anyone, Mia. I just don't want Grandpa’s mistake to happen again," the man said with frown on his face."Yes, I know," Mia replied with the same thin voice. “But you can do it without hurting Grandpa's feelings, Julian. This matter can be discussed amicably.”While gritting his teeth, Julian shook his head. Confusion had returned to cover his eyes. “What should I do now? I already made Grandpa sad.""Apologize?" Mia answered with a grimace."Is that enough?" the man asked doubtfully. He began to realize that his anger had indeed crossed the line.Pondering, the woman nodded. “As long as it's sincere, Grandpa will definitely forgive you. And I think, you should also explain to Cayden that what you did was wrong. Don't let your nephew imitate something t
“Greta, have you prepared delicious toast for us?” Cayden asked as the hostess opened the door wider to welcome him. Seeing her father was still able to walk, the woman with high arch of the brows spontaneously sighed in relief. After shaking her head for a moment, she turned her gaze to the toddler who was still holding Mr. Hunt's hand and waiting for her response. "Of course I have. There is also strawberry jam for you. Are you hungry?” Greta asked while faking a smile. “Not me, but Grandpa. I heard the sound of his breathing all the way. Grandpa is very tired! He should eat a lot of bread," Cayden said with his trademark expression—round eyes and pursed lips. While stroking her son's head, Gabriella bent her knees. After leveling their eyes, the woman tilted her head. "You know where Greta put the plate of bread, don't you?" No more than two seconds, the toddler nodded. "Yes. On the dining table," he answered with a big smile. "That
"Sorry, Julian. I took Grace to see your grandmother for a while. Now, I intend to take her home. We're not wandering around or straying like you said," Mister Hunt explained with an indescribable expression. Even so, his hoarse voice was able to touch the hearts of the listeners, apart from his grandson. "But the way home is over there, Grandpa!" Julian snapped, still with eyebrows raised to the max. The young man didn't feel sorry at all for the hunched back that was getting weighed down by guilt. "I really can’t understand what’s on your mind. Don't you realize that your recklessness can lead to trouble? Didn't we agree to go together? Why did you secretly take Grace away?” he continued, thickening the wrinkles on his grandfather's forehead. Sensing her father's anger, Little Princess began to furrow her brows. The baby had never heard such a loud voice. When her eyes fell on Mr. Hunt's gloomy face, she spontaneously pouted. A second later, her heavy cry b
Arriving at the cemetery, Julian was taken aback. What he saw was completely beyond expectation. There were no old man and baby among the tombstones. The grandfather and Grace left absolutely no trace. "This is impossible," Julian muttered as he quickened his pace. Neglecting his initial attempt to remain calm, the man sped toward the direction Greta had given. After searching for a while, he finally found the grandmother's name on one of the stones. “Right, this is the place. They should be here," Julian sighed, sounding desperate. With deep furrows, he circled around, trying to find any trace of either his daughter or Grandpa Hunt. Unfortunately, as far as the eye could see, the two remained off the radar. Confusion instantly grew bigger in Julian’s mind. "Tsk, how could it be like this?" he grumbled while clutching his head. Knowing that irritation, Mia gently touched her husband's arm. She knew that the man had failed to control hi
Carefully, Mr. Hunt wiped his great-granddaughter's cheek. Grace's red eyes no longer shed sadness. However, the old man still felt guilty for making the baby cry. "I'm sorry, Grace. I should have walked more calmly so you wouldn't wake up," he whispered in between his ragged breaths. After her face had been dry, Grace rested her head on Mister Hunt's shoulder. Blinking slowly, she pursed her lips. The furrow of her tiny brows indicated that she still wanted to roll up in the blanket on the crib. The baby wondered why she was with her great-grandfather, sitting on a long bench at the edge of a path. “When I was young, I only need fifteen minutes to arrive at your great-grandmother's grave. But now, why does it feel so long and tiring?” Mr. Hunt grumbled as he wiped his forehead with one hand. After one quick breath, the old man stood up again and held Grace in his languid arms. Although the baby was a bit heavy, his lips still curled up warmly.