"Do you want to do it here?" Max whispered after realizing that Gabriella was kissing him back.
"Yes," the woman sighed as she brushed the foam that had almost disappeared from her husband's hair. "But, may I serve you tonight?"
At the unexpected suggestion, the man's eyebrows arched maximally. "Are you serious?"
"Of course."
A second later, Gabriella began to dip her hands in the water. After a while, Max began to release pleasure in the air.
"Am I doing it right?" the woman whispered while continuing to make water ripples.
"Yes," the man sighed as he was barely able to answer. He had been lulled by his wife's massage.
"How about this?"
Suddenly, Max let out a long groan and gripped the bathtub wall. Unexpectedly, Gabriella chuckled at her husband's expression.
“Do you know that your face is really ugly right now?” she teased with a crooked smile.
The man who was being attacked by his own heartbeat al
As soon as he opened his eyes, Max was immediately taken aback by the void in front of him. Gabriella was no longer in his arms."Gabby?" the man called in a hoarse and unstable voice.Not getting an answer, Max finally put on his clothes and went to the bathroom."Gabriella?"Knowing his wife wasn't there too, the man's brow furrowed deeper. After shaking his eyeballs for a moment, he widened his eyes and immediately walked out of the room."Auntie! Auntie ...!" the man shouted as he hurried up the stairs.Just as Max was about to step downstairs, the door to his workroom opened and Gabriella came out with an eyebrow raised in surprise. "Why are you screaming, Max?"The man's motion froze for a moment. After a sigh of relief, he walked quickly to his wife.“Why did you leave the room without telling me? I thought that you disappeared,” Max sighed as he hugged the woman. With his eyes closed, he muffled the worry.
After noticing Amber's brows in defiance, Gabriella finally turned her gaze to the butler."Auntie, please give us some privacy."Getting the unexpected request, Minnie's eyes opened wide. "Are you sure, Madam?""Of course she's sure," Amber interrupted with a crooked smile. "She realized that I had known—""Please, Auntie."Knowing the host felt threatened, Amber's lips grew wider. While laughing silently, she watched the butler descend the stairs."What do you want to say?" Gabriella asked, successfully bringing back the stiffness in the guest's face."I heard you have a high IQ. Shouldn't you be able to guess?" Amber' sarcasm made Gabriella's blood boil."Please don't beat around the bush.""I know that someone asked you to leave Max."A second later, silence froze the atmosphere. Gabriella seemed to be able to hear the sound of her own breath. Her lungs could no longer hide the worry."How do you
“Look! We've arrived," Max said as he let go of his wife's hand to turn the wheel.With arched brows, Gabriella looked around. As soon as she looked at the beautifully designed building in front of her, the woman's mouth opened wide."Max, are you taking me to a high class orchestra?" Gabriella sighed in disbelief.The man glanced over. Seeing his wife in awe, the corners of his lips lifted lightly. "Yes."In just an instant, the woman could no longer contain the turmoil in her chest. With teary eyes, she widened a smile. "I've been dreaming of this moment for a long time, Max," she said in a thin voice.However, as soon as the husband stopped the car, the woman's happiness faded.“But, what if someone recognizes you? You can be accused of not caring about Quebracha's business and having fun instead.”Casually, Max unbuckled his seatbelt and shook his head. "No need to worry. I've prepared everything."“
As soon as she woke up in the morning, Gabriella didn't dare move. Her husband was still asleep, like a baby prone on his mother's body. "Max?" the woman whispered, testing. After a few seconds, no sound was heard. The man remained unmoved. Knowing that her husband was comfortable with the soft pillows, Gabriella's lips automatically curled into a small curve. "You must be tired," she muttered as she touched her husband's hair. Silently, the woman watched the details of the face under her chin. The eyes that she often looked at, were hiding behind wide eyelids. The lips that often gave her warmth, were still silent. Slowly, sadness began to vibrate in her lungs. “I will definitely miss you so much,” Gabriella thought before swallowing hard. A second later, she closed her eyes, trying to hold the turmoil in her chest. The plan to run away could fall apart if the man detected a signal of separation from her. Feeling the body bene
"Good morning, Mia," Max said cheerfully.The young woman behind the desk was suddenly wide-eyed. With a stiff nod, she returned the CEO's greeting. "Good morning, Sir. Is there any good news today? Your face looks very bright."A smile immediately answered the second secretary's question. "There's no good news yet. I still haven't found a proper defense."Mia's brow arch instantly turned into a frown. Seeing that expression, the CEO snorted in amusement.“Today is my wife's birthday and tonight, we have a small party at home. Come if you have time," Max said, successfully clearing the woman's confusion."No wonder you look happy. It turns out, it's Miss Gabriella's birthday,” Mia nodded, pouting her lips."Not Miss Gabriella, but Mrs. Evans," the man corrected with narrowed eyes.In just an instant, the woman raised a hand over her mouth. "Sorry, Sir. I used to call her that."Max suddenly widened a smile, understa
“Is my guess right? All of this is my father's doing?" Max asked, still staring at the secretary's back. After a moment of silence, Sebastian finally turned to look at the CEO. “Why are you accusing your own father? Have you lost your mind?” he asked stiffly. Unexpectedly, Max's lips began to curl. After exhaling quickly, he grimaced while shaking his head. "I didn't think it was really my father. What should I do to fight him? I don't want to be a rebellious son," he muttered with a dreamy look. Knowing that Max had found the truth, Sebastian's throat felt dry. He was assigned to increase the pressure in the CEO's head, but instead he was pressed and at a loss for words. "I really don't understand, what I do wrong that you secretly stab me. Why am I given the trust if it ends up being dropped like this? Did my father tell you his motives?” Sebastian's lips trembled silently. His brain never finished processing a safe answer to say. Ju
"Gabby? Gabriella?" Max shouted unconcerned if his vocal cords were pinched. Unfortunately, no matter how loud he called, his wife still didn't answer.Swallowing hard, Max clutched his head which felt like it was about to burst."There's no way she's running away again. No," he shook his head trying to deny it. “Gaby has promised to celebrate her birthday together. There's no way she could leave."After a brief contemplation, the man's eyebrows rose to the maximum. Without wasting any time, he ran towards the guard post."Where's my wife?" Max asked, no longer thinking about politeness. Two pale-faced guards automatically stood facing him.“Eng… that….”"Where?" The CEO's insistence made the guards gasp."Something has happened.""Tell the truth quickly!" Max rebuked. He had never been so angry before.With shaking eyes, a guard began to deliver a report.“This morning, while
Max's breath caught for a moment. The statement of the old man had deepened the furrow of his brows. "What do you mean, Dad?"Casually, Herbert sat down on the sofa and placed a stack of documents on the table. Instead of giving an answer, the old man opened the topmost sheet of paper.“As it turns out, today is her birthday. Oh, I'm so sorry," he muttered, successfully stealing the youngest son's attention.“His father is Tomy and his mother is Brenda. Tsk, I still wonder why they don't have last names.""Why do you have documents about my wife, Dad?" Max interrupted with clenched fists. Suspicion had returned to the surface.With slightly raised eyebrows, Herbert met the CEO's gaze. "Your wife? Do you still consider the woman who left you as a wife? Truly extraordinary.""What did you say? Gabriella never left me,” Max said without lowering his voice.A second later, the old man laughed blandly. "You're too confide
"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.