"M-Mrs. Evans?" the suddenly pale woman sighed. Cold sweat began to form on her forehead.
“Are you sure that your performance in this company is good?” Mia asked defiantly.
Everyone who heard her loud voice spontaneously gulped. They had never seen the secretary so fierce. Wasn't Mia Sanders a graceful quiet woman? Had she been infected by the CEO's hot temper since her name changed to Mia Evans?
“Y-yes, Madam. I have never heard any complaint from a superior or received a reprimand. I always do all the tasks on time with satisfactory results,” the woman who shrank replied. Her chin was no longer challenging the sky, while her shoulders drooped with worry.
Without changing her sharp eyes, Mia moved her gaze to the employee with longer hair. “Is what she said true? Has anyone never rebuked her?”
Grimacing, the woman who shifted away from her partner nodded. “R-right, Madam. Until this time, she has always re
“What did you two discuss earlier, Julian? Why does Alice have a long face?” Mia asked with a forced smile. The husband must not know that she was not comfortable with the pressure in her womb. At such a question, Julian quickly looked away from the tablet and put on an innocent look. "I'm not scolding her—just suggesting to work a little more carefully," he replied dryly. While walking towards the husband's table, Mia raised an eyebrow. “Hasn't Alice grown a lot? Her work is much faster and neater.” “Yes, but still not thorough enough. There are still files that she didn't arrange according to the priority scale," the CEO said while getting up from his chair. After circling the table, he landed a warm kiss on Mia's forehead. "So, what did you buy for lunch?" While pressing the waist, the pregnant woman glanced sideways. Without a word, Lena showed the meals. “We bought sandwiches,” Mia said as Julian checked their lunch menu. "Do you
"How is the fetal heart rate?" the doctor asked with furrowed brows. "Still safe, Doc." After a blink, the woman in green brought her eyes to the patient who was already very pale. “Are you still strong, Madam?” In between irregular sighs, Mia nodded weakly. "Yes." “Then let's try one more time. Please give all your strength, Madam,” the doctor said with a reassuring nod. "You can do it." As the medic returned to her seat, Julian stroked his wife's sweat-drenched hair. The eyes of the man who was also dressed in green were already covered with tears. "Come on, Mia. I know you are strong. Little Princess can't wait to see us." A second later, Mia answered with a faint head motion. She had to conserve energy to deliver the baby who kept pressing on her pelvis. "Start to control your breath again," the doctor said, tightening her patient's fist. “Inhale …, exhale. Pull again, push now!” While gripping her husband's
“Grace has very beautiful eyes, Julian,” Mia sighed in admiration even though she had actually expected that the baby's eyes would be as dark as hers. “Wait until the color changes to hazel. You'll be more amazed," the man muttered with a small smile. Hearing those words, the woman spontaneously squinted. “Are you praising the Little Princess or yourself?” After laughing lightly, Julian kissed his wife's head. "I didn't say that Grace inherited my eyes." “You implied it,” Mia argued while raising one eyebrow. But a second later, she returned focus to her daughter. After one deep breath, the woman's lips curled up again. "But I'm glad Little Princess has the same eye color as you." "Why?" the man replied with tilted head. "That color always succeeds to steal my heart," Mia answered, successfully inviting Julian's sighs of laughter. Unbeknownst to them, the three peeking people smiled as well. Not wanting to disturb, Gabrie
“Why are you looking at Grace like that, Little Prince?” Gabriella asked with a smile that never left her face. His son was too adorable with two round sparkling eyes and a tiny mouth that opened without a word. After a blink, Cayden finally looked away from his cousin. Then, the baby boy's eyebrows were raised excitedly in front of the woman who was also sitting on the edge of the bed. “Ace small,” he whispered, as if afraid to wake his little cousin. Hearing that statement again, Gabriella let out a smile. “Yeah, Grace is small because she's only one week old. Because of that, you have to take good care of her. Understand?" Still with the same expression, Cayden again dropped his eyes on the baby who was wearing a white dress with flowers and sun patterns. After a moment of silence, he suddenly chuckled. Witnessing the sudden joy, Mia curled her lips and furrowed her brows at Gabriella. "Why is he laughing?" the woman leaning against the pil
Cayden giggled as he managed to escape Max's grasp. The little baby didn't care about his red face or the sweat dripping from his hair. He just wanted to keep running, letting the sand tickle the soles of his feet. As long as the wind still carried the scent of the sea to the skin, Little Prince would not tire of vibrating the air with joy. “Cacacaca!” Hearing the joyful exclamation that beat the sound of the wave, a woman who was sitting on a mat laughed too. She was happy to see her son's never-ending spirit. “Little Prince, come here! It's time to add sunscreen on your skin,” Gabriella shouted, successfully changing the direction of the baby's pace. After a while, Cayden finally stopped moving his little legs and sank into his mother's arms. Witnessing it, Max then fell to his wife's side. Stretching out, he caught the breath with his gaze fixed on the face peeking out from under Gabriella's chin. "Your Dad has tried his best to chase
"Whoa!" Cayden sighed as he stepped into his second home. That was his first experience entering a transparent walled building with a view of the open sea.Smiling broadly, the tiny baby walked quickly towards one corner of the room. After pressing his palm and forehead against the glass, he noticed the mesmerizing blue scenery that could not be found at his hometown.“I think your decision to stay at the hotel is right, Max. If we came here with jet lag symptoms, the Little Prince wouldn't be this enthusiastic,” Gabriella whispered while resting her head on her husband's shoulder."I always want the best for both of you, Gaby," the man said as he rubbed his wife's arm and raised the corners of his lips.After one faint breath, the woman looked up and showed an expression full of love. "Do you know that I'm also glad you hired someone to clean this house before we came? Thank you very much, Max. You are indeed a caring husband."Hearing
As soon as he saw his wife walking towards him, Max spontaneously raised his hand from the laptop. With wide eyes, he turned his chair to face the woman who was only wearing a thin dress."Is Cayden asleep yet?" the man whispered with two eyebrows raised in enthusiasm."Yes, but in bed. He doesn't want to sleep in his crib,” Gabriella replied, placing herself on her husband's lap. With slightly pursed lips, she studied the design displayed on the laptop screen. "Is your work still unfinished?""A little more, but I can finish it by tomorrow morning," Max said quickly. A second later, his hands began to explore. "So, can we start now?" he asked in a low, sighing voice.Knowing that her husband was impatient, Gabriella pointed her finger at the laptop. “Are you sure you don't want to finish it first? Shouldn't you present this design at the client meeting tomorrow?""I can do it even five minutes before the meeting, Gaby," the man nodded
“Did you hear what I heard?” Max asked, thinking that he was hallucinating."Was it Little Prince's voice?" Gabriella whispered wide-eyed even though her vision was dim. "But he was already fast asleep."After a blink, Max sighed again. "Should we check it out? It could be, he woke up because of your scream.""But I didn't scream that loud," Gabriella chimed in, embarrassed to admit her carelessness.“Your screams were loud, Gaby. Our Little Prince might wake up,” the man said reassuringly. He didn't want their selfishness to displace Cayden from the top of the priorities.Realizing that her husband's words were true, the woman finally fixed her dress. "Then let's just stop here," she said in a disappointed tone.As his wife started to move, Max ordered the light to turn on.“Lights on!”As soon as the room was filled with light, Gabriella gasped. A baby was standing in front of them with a t
"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.