"Are you nervous?" Julian whispered as the car they were traveling in had entered the airport area.
While tightening her grip, Mia swallowed hard. "A little," the girl answered in a weak voice.
Realizing how cold and sweaty his lover's fingers were, Julian tilted his head and put on a shady look. While stroking the back of the girl's hand with his thumb, he said, “Don't worry, Mia. Everything will be fine. Airport security has been tightened and policemen are on guard in several places.”
"Sorry, Julian," the girl sighed as she couldn't lie to herself. “There is no way I can assuage this fear. I don't want anything bad to happen to you."
Before the man refuted, Mia continued talking. “So let the tension fill my nerves. I need it to be more vigilant.”
Realizing that his lover's words were true, the corners of Julian's lips lifted even though they were heavy. "You know what? I can't wait to see you in a wedding dress."
After wetting the throat that was burning with anxiety, Julian wiped the cold sweat on his lover's white face. "Mia," he called hoarsely. "Sorry .... I'm sorry for not taking care of you properly." Instead of answering, the girl kept putting on a dreamy look. She didn't move at all. The eyelids that were raised to the maximum were reluctant to even make a single blink. "Mia?" Julian called in a more slicing voice. Not getting an answer, the man lowered his gaze towards the hole in Mia's shirt. Even though there was no blood flowing, he still felt uneasy. "Can we remove it now?" Julian asked the man who was busy listening to the voice from the small speaker in ear. "We'd better move your wife to a safer place first," the officer replied with a reassuring nod. “Okay,” the CEO sighed while placing his arms under Mia's back and knees. A second later, without waiting for a signal, he picked up the girl. "Where should I take her?"
"Many Face?" Julian sighed with a questioning look."Yes. That's what the woman is called. She can make up her face to be anyone and also frequently change her body weight so as not to be easily tracked. That's why, the international criminal has not been caught yet."Receiving such information, an idea suddenly flashed through Julian's mind. “Is it possible … No Name will imitate that woman's way of changing her appearance?”"That's very possible, Sir. Therefore, I advise you to be careful with everyone. Hire a professional bodyguard to anticipate things that are not expected.”While clenching his jaw, the CEO nodded faintly. "Yes. I have already prepared several people to welcome us at the destination airport.”"That's a very appropriate step," the officer replied in a steady voice. “Keep your vigilance high, Sir. When you return to where your hometown, I can only pray for your safety.”Receiving
"Sorry, Sir. What skills do you have that earned you the nickname 'Sharp Knife'? What do you mean by knife-wielding?” Mia asked timidly."Have you ever heard of knife throwing?" the coated man inquired with a glance.After checking her memory, the girl replied. "What's that?"“Many people call it a form of sport. But, to me, it's a very beautiful art.”Getting such an implied answer, Mia let out a faint sigh. "Is it difficult?""Why did you ask, Mia? Are you interested in learning it?” Julian inquired with an eyebrow raised in surprise."Yes," the girl answered with sparkling eyes. “Won't it be better if we increase our self-defense ability?”“Of course,” the Sharp Knife interrupted before snorting lightly. "Then, how about we start practicing tomorrow?"Getting a warm welcome from the master, Mia spontaneously raised her neck. “Would you like to train me?”"Yes
"Why haven't you gone to work yet?" Max asked when he saw his brother sitting in the side chair."I want to see Mia train first," Julian replied while pointing his index finger at his lover. “Besides, Dad gave me a day to rest before returning to Quebracha. How about you? Why haven't you left?"Receiving a question in reply, Max spontaneously snorted. “Have you lost your mind? I just need to go upstairs to find my office,” the man said, shaking his head faintly. He really couldn't understand his brother's stupidity.“Yeah, I know about that. I mean, why are you here now? Not in that room?” Julian replied curtly."Same with you. I also want to watch my love practice knife throwing,” Max answered, holding the corners of his lips so they wouldn't lift too high. The man didn't want his brother to know that he still felt happy every time he managed to provoke annoyance.Not wanting to drain his emotions, Julian looked
Seeing his lover still standing in front of the target board, Julian sighed faintly. After wiping the pity from his face, the man walked over to the girl who had just thrown a knife through the garden light."Aren't you tired?"In an instant, Mia turned around with round eyes. "Julian? When you get home?"With a thin curve of lips, the man stroked his lover's hair which was wet with sweat. “Gabriella said your training ended two hours ago. But, why are you still here?”"Two hours ago?" Mia sighed while pulling her eyelids higher.“You train so hard that you lose track of time, hm?” Julian replied, raising an eyebrow.Grinning, the girl shook her head. "I don't know I've been training this long," she said between breaths. “Then, you … why are you coming home now? Didn't you say you just wanted to review one more document? You should have asked me to work overtime if there was still a lot of work to do.&rdq
“Max,” Gabriella sighed after closing the door tightly. A second later, she rushed over to her husband who was lying on his side on the bed. "You know what I just saw?"Detecting the excitement in his wife's whisper, Max was forced to stop staring at Cayden's cute sleeping face."What?" the man asked as he turned and straightened himself."Julian just invited Mia into his room," the woman answered without doubt.In an instant, the man's eyes opened wider. "Are you sure?""One hundred percent sure. They're clearly sneaking around," Gabriella nodded, arching her eyebrows high.Receiving such a confirmation, the air blew quickly from Max's mouth. “Why are they acting like teenagers? Tsk, though ... I already reminded Julian about this. It can be bad if Auntie finds out,” the man mumbled as he blinked, considering the situation."Should we call them?" the woman asked, proposing an idea."No," Max shook his h
Without thinking any longer, Mia wrapped her lover's waist with the available towel. “Now, put this on and face them. I can hide behind the door,” the girl suggested with a nod. "But—" “Hurry up! Don't make their anger get bigger," Mia urged while pushing her lover's body. Swallowing hard, Julian drew closer to the door. With trembling hands and a pounding heart, he turned the key. A second later, the door was immediately pushed from the outside. However, after a while, no one stepped inside. "What are you waiting for? Get out quickly!” Hearing an unexpected voice, Julian spontaneously met Mia's eyes. Their worries turned out to be overblown. "Get out or I'll be in!" "All right, all right," Julian grunted before snorting and walking away from his lover who still had to take cover behind the door. "What are you doing inside?" Max inquired while crossing his arms over the chest. The look on his face seemed like a father s
After descending the stairs, Gabriella smiled brightly. Their youngest servant seemed very diligent in cleaning the shelves with a rag. "Good morning, Lena," the woman said lightly as she continued walking towards the kitchen. However, after a few steps, no answer was heard. Gabriella was forced to freeze her legs to sharpen the hearing. "Good morning, Lena," she repeated in a louder voice. Instead of answering, the girl in the uniform touched her ear. In an instant, the mistress' mouth rounded. "Oh, she must be listening to music through earphones," Gabriella muttered with a small nod. A second later, she continued her steps towards the kitchen. Just before the woman arrived in the doorway, Minnie's voice broke. “Does anyone of you see Mia?” Again, the lady's feet stopped moving. With round eyes and a stiff blink, she listened to the chatter of the servants. "No, Auntie," two people answered, almost at the same time.
"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.