When Max arrived at home, the first thing he asked was Gabriella.
"The woman is awake, Sir. But, she looks like out of her mind. She keeps crying and screaming so, I have to lock her in the room,” the butler explained nervously.
"She hasn't eaten yet?" Max asked with a crease at his brow.
"Not yet, Sir."
The man let a sigh out of his mouth. "Would you prepare some food for her? Take it to the room in about 15 minutes."
"Yes, Sir."
While the butler rushed to the kitchen, Max slid into the room.
As soon as the door was opened, the girl who was hugging herself in the corner of the room began to tremble with fear. She continued to push her body backwards even though she was caught by the wall.
Max's heart suddenly felt so empty. He had never experienced that feeling, a feeling that tore his chest and forced hands into tight fists. With slow steps, the man approached Gabriella.
"Stay away ... don't co
Max rubbed Gabriella's pale cheek. In a sudden, his heart rippled with an indescribable feeling. “This girl must really hate me. Can I face a wife who holds a grudge against me?" The CEO's hand shifted to gripping the fingers that were threatened before. "I'm so lucky that Sharp Knife still has a heart and common sense," he sighed, looking down. "Thanks to him, I still have hope." Gently, Max pulled Gabriella into his arms. Without hesitation, he closed his eyes while stroking the girl's hair until his hand stopped moving. For the first time, Max Evans fell asleep with such a gloomy feeling and a woman in his hug. The next day, the CEO opened his eyes and found that he had not moved at all during the night. After confirming that the girl in his arms was still asleep, he loosened his embrace and adjusted Gabriella's reclining position. "I hope today is a good day for us," Max whispered before getting out of bed.
“Ah, I should have asked you to take a shower with me,” the CEO said as he stroked Gabriella's hair. "Max!" Amber shrieked while pulling the man's arm. Her ears felt hot from what Max said to another woman. “Don't try to test me! I also have a limit of patience." For a few seconds, the CEO didn't make a sound. Only when the man was standing with Gabriella in his arms did he reply, “I have run out of patience. Don't expect me to accept you as my wife!" Amber suddenly sighed in disbelief. Her pride was hurt, especially when Max turned around without adding a word. "You will regret it if you reject me!" the young lady exclaimed, throwing an index finger. However, no matter how hard she shouted, the CEO still ignored her."You will never be happy with that girl! Never!” "Auntie, protocol four!" Max suddenly gave a signal. He was really bothered by Amber's voice. The butler immediately nodded and stepped inside."Sorry, Miss," she
"I think that's enough for tonight," the CEO muttered as he stretched his neck muscles. He had been focused for four hours, but the mockup was still not finished.“Tomorrow, I have to spend more time,” Max thought as he turned to look at Gabriella. The girl was asleep with her hand still holding the pen.Silently, the man approached and examined the girl's work. Three seconds later, the corners of his lips lightly lifted."Not too bad. It's messy, but still usable,” the CEO nodded with satisfaction.After one blink, his eyes turned to the beautiful face. Without realizing it, Max also tilted his head."Are you tired?" he whispered, stroking Gabriella's hair.One breath later, the man flinched."Wait a minute. Why did I touch her?"Blinking in surprise, he folded his arms then cleared his throat. The girl who had previously laid her head on the table suddenly sat up straight."I asked you to work but you
As soon as the door was opened, a man burst in with his fists tightly clenched. The servant behind his back could only grimace in worry. “How dare you betray my trust! I gave in to you, but you mess up the company?” The man's forefinger pointed at Max's face. “Watch your mouth, Julian! You didn't yield. You ran away, and I never screwed up the company." "Is it true? Then, why is this woman here? In your room." The gaze of the uninvited guest fell on Gabriella who was frowning behind the CEO. "What's wrong with my future wife here?" Max replied in a relaxed tone. Not only the girl, but Julian also flinched. "Your future wife? I can't believe that what Amber said is true. You have been instigated by this woman." “Lower your voice, Julian. We're not in the middle of forest, and you have no right to shout at my girl like that." The guest snorted. With hands on the hip, he looked away, trying to clear his min
"Of course not," Max argued irritably."Then, give me another option. How about a massage? Don't you have sore shoulders?"The CEO started rolling his eyes. After a few moments, he gave the polar teddy bear to Gabriella. "Now, keep your promise!"In an instant, Gabriella's eyes filled with tears. After gently caressing the teddy, she embraced it with eyes closed. A single tear flowed down as she let out a breath from arid throat."I really miss you," she murmured, successfully touching Max's heart."So, have I managed to treat your longing?" the man asked in a half whisper.“Yes,” Gabriella sighed as she looked at the CEO with all her heart. "Thank you."As much as possible, Max kept his lips from curling up."Then, massage me now!""Yes," the girl nodded, hugging Snowy tightly.With happy steps, Gabriella followed the man back into the room. However, when she saw Max take off his shirt, the girl's smi
Gabriella's eyes filled with tears as she walked on the ground she hadn't seen for a long time. After swallowing hard and taking a quick breath, she turned towards the man who was holding her hand. "Why did you take me here?" "To keep my promise," Max said lightly. The thin smile on his face seemed sincere. Without asking more questions, Gabriella walked toward her parents' grave. As soon as the girl's hand touched the tombstones, tears automatically formed and fell from her eyelids. "Mom, Dad .... Forgive me. I have failed to keep our house." Max's breath was suddenly heavy at Gabriella's words. "Sorry that I also failed to take care of myself," the girl said between irregular sighs. Max's head could no longer stand up. He was too embarrassed to show his face in front of the grave that belonged to the parents of the girl he had slept with. For a few minutes, Max just stood watching Gabriella cry hugging a tombs
"Wow, Mrs. Evans is really stunning!" the designer flattered. "All dresses look more radiant on your body." Gabriella raised the corners of her lips a bit. The dress with crystal beads was the tenth dress she had tried on. "So, has my fiancee found her dress yet?" Max asked suddenly before sitting on the sofa. Without waiting for orders, the butler approached her master. "Aren't you planning on leaving this afternoon, Sir?" Minnie asked in a low voice. "My business is done. Now, I want to check on my fiancee's preparation,” he said, smiling at Gabriella. The girl who glanced at him suddenly looked away. "Of all the dresses that have been tried, your lover is most suitable to wear this dress, Sir," the designer explained as he pulled Gabriella to the front of the man. "Is it true? Turn around!” After a moment of hesitation, the girl finally turned around with her head down. "Not so bad," Max commented, crossing h
"Where?" Max asked making the girl in front of him even more desperate. Gabriella's lips began to tremble as she waited for the word. However, three seconds later, the central nervous system still hadn't sent a response. The look in Max's eyes had frozen her mind. "Come on, show me!" the man challenged as he brought Gabriella's fingers closer to his cheek. Spontaneously, the girl pulled her hand and held it in her lap. With a downcast face, she hid her nervousness. "Why? You can't show it, hm? Doesn't that mean you did eavesdrop on our conversation?" the man implied with both hands fortifying the chair. "I didn't overhear," Gabriella said, still not wanting to admit her mistake. She didn't realize that Max had raised the corners of his lips. "Apparently, you don't love your doll anymore, huh?" The girl's eyes widened. The image of Max "killing" Snowy had crossed her mind. "Okay, I admit it. I did ... eavesdrop on your c
"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.