"What's wrong with Mia?" Gabriella asked wide-eyed. After handing the baby on her lap to her husband, she rushed to help Julian carrying the secretary to the bench.
“Mia said someone grabbed her leg, but there's nothing. Maybe she was too scared to hallucinate,” Julian explained before taking a kneeling position in front of the secretary. After noticing the girl's blank stare, he sighed. "I have to buy a drink for her."
"Let me do it. You stay here to take care of Mia,” Gabriella said as she patted herself. Without waiting for approval, the woman slid toward the rows of food stands.
After Gabriella left, Julian's gaze returned to Mia's pale face. The girl was still struggling to catch her breath. Wrinkles that are rarely shown, were clearly visible at the base of her eyebrows.
"Hey, we're safe. You have nothing to fear anymore," Julian said softly.
Unfortunately, the girl did not answer. She only maintained an uneasy look that made anyone who
With a stiff blink, Mia glanced at Julian who was sitting across from her. The man was observing the scenery outside the window. His hands clasped together on the lap, doing nothing meaningful. However, the girl felt that she was being threatened. “Tsk, how come I can be in such a narrow space together with Mr. Julian?” thought the secretary, taking in a very heavy breath. "What should we do now?" Suddenly, the man turned away from the window. In just an instant, Mia was wide-eyed and turned her head in a different direction. "Ah, why am I being so awkward?" the girl regretted, trying to keep her straight face. "Woah! We haven't reached the peak. However, the view is already amazing,” Julian said with a bright smile. Instead of responding warmly, Mia straightened her back which was as stiff as her face. "It will be more beautiful if you see it when the sun is still shining," the girl implied, trying to remove the awkwardness. "Is that
Five years ago .... "He already owns a house, but why is he still troublesome for others?" Mia grumbled as she walked quickly towards a black fence. If her mother hadn't urged her, she wouldn't had broken through the winds of late autumn that made her shiver. “If he can't take care of himself, why not just hire a servant? And why must he look for a place to live near my apartment? Tsk, really troublesome,” the girl muttered while ringing the bell. After a few seconds, a car stopped near the fence. Not long after that, someone came down and supported Julian who was staggering. Witnessing it, all of Mia's annoyance suddenly disappeared and was devoured by worry. "Mr. Evans?" "Are you his servant?" the man asked while frowning. Without thinking, Mia nodded. “Then hurry up and take care of your master! He's very troublesome,” the stranger exclaimed as he put Julian's arm around the girl's shoulder. “Next time, I won't accompany him to drin
“This is my heart, Sir. Only I know how it feels," Mia said firmly. "But you can't hide it from me, Mia," Julian sighed with a fixed gaze. While holding the secretary's shoulders, he clenched his jaw. "Now tell me the truth. Why did you hide the fact that I did that to you?” After a moment of silence, the girl replied, "I don't want to make my parents sad and disappointed." "Is that so?" the man inquired while painting doubt through the arch of his brow. “Then, two years ago, why didn't you slap me too? You act like nothing happened in that elevator.” “That's because I don't want to bring up the past, Sir. After all, at that time, you were pressed. As we've already discussed, I was the closest way out. So, I accept it.” Hearing the reason that seemed made up, Julian snorted. “What about two minutes? Why did you pause for a moment, before deciding to push me? Isn't it because your heart is not willing to reject me?" Receiving such a que
"Are you fighting?” Herbert's question echoed in the secretary's mind. "No, Sir," Mia said in an awkward tone. She had never expected to be caught so close to Julian. "Is that true? But, why do I feel that you two are fighting?” Herbert inquired, knitting an eyebrow. Realizing how tightly the girl clenched her fists, Julian finally let out a faint sigh. "It's nothing, Dad. We're just talking about a secret that other people may not know, like you who suddenly came in here." "Is that so?" the old man muttered as he sat down on the couch. "What secret are you talking about?" "It wouldn't be a secret if I told you, Dad," the CEO implied, trying to sound casual. A second later, Julian's feet began to move to take a position in front of his father. "So, what are you coming here for?" the man asked while dropping the weight on the soft chair behind him. Without warning, Herbert shifted his gaze towards the secretary. “Mia, do you min
Mia stood with her suitcase by the lobby door. Every now and then, she glanced sideways at Julian who was busy with his cell phone. Even though the man was aware that the girl was secretly watching him, he remained unmoved. “What exactly did Mr. Herbert say?” Mia thought before straightening her sight and letting out a faint sigh. It had been five days since the girl had questioned it. Julian's change in attitude was a big conundrum to her. However, until they went on a business trip to another city, the answer had not yet come. There was absolutely no hint of a man who only talked about work. In the midst of endless contemplation, a car stopped in front of them. Without saying a word, the CEO tucked his cell phone into the pocket. A second later, he rushed into the passenger seat, letting the hotel servant put his suitcase in the back trunk. "Is this our car?" Mia asked spontaneously when the servant asked for her luggage. "Yes, Miss," the un
In the midst of confusion, suddenly, the stranger's call blurred Mia's thoughts. “Then, who is this sweet girl, Julian? Is she your wife?" In just an instant, the secretary let out a faint sigh. However, before she could give a response, Julian had already placed one hand on her waist. "This is the woman I love the most, Auntie," the man replied, successfully adding to the awkwardness in Mia's veins. "Apparently, my nephew has very good taste," Greta said, making the girl forced to smile. “Nice to meet you, Madam. I'm Mia," the secretary said politely. Unexpectedly, the healthy woman patted the girl's arm. "There's no need to be so tense, Miss. Just call me Greta. I always feel a lot younger when people call me by name.” Witnessing the woman's friendliness, Mia smiled more loosely. Nodding, she replied, "Okay." Greta's warm gaze had released a feeling of comfort in Mia. After a moment of silence, the woman with the reddish skin
“Please come in, Mia. This is our humble home. Even though it's small, it's full of peace,” Greta said as she took the suitcase from the special guest's hand. Receiving such a warm welcome, the secretary's lips grew wider. "Thanks, Greta," she said awkwardly. The girl was still waiting for the right moment to confess—maybe, after meeting other family members. “In this house, I live with my husband, Jack. But he's dealing with horse manure. So I told him to meet you guys later. Our children are currently studying in another city. They only come home on vacation. So, you can use their room,” the host explained without stuttering. It was clear that her thin lips were indeed fond of talking. “Then, where is Grandpa?” Julian asked, raising an eyebrow. In an instant, the woman raised her index finger. "That's what I want to explain in more detail. Before meeting my father, you should know his condition. Julian may have understood from my explanation via ema
Witnessing such heartwarming thing, Mia automatically took a deep breath. Her lungs were hot. However, she still tried to hold back the urges not to burst into tears. Just as the girl began to gain control of herself, Mr. Hunt's gaze accidentally fell on her. With gleaming wrinkled eyes, the old man sighed. "James, is this beautiful woman your wife?" he asked while letting go of the hug. With a slow motion and a big smile, he turned his focus to face the girl. "Yes, Dad. This is your daughter-in-law,” Julian answered while placing his palm on Mia's back. Understanding the meaning of the CEO's light touch, the girl suddenly smiled. Although it's stiff, the curve of her lips looked very sweet in Mr Hunt's eyes. The old man's happiness skyrocketed along with laughter. "You're very good at picking woman, James," Mr. Hunt said before standing politely face-to-face with the secretary. "So, what should I call my daughter-in-law?" In just an i
"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.