For the first time, Julian broke out in cold sweat from Mia's anger. The man realized that his words had cut the girl's heart. After swallowing hard, he ventured to touch the shoulders that rose and fell to compensate for the great pressure in the lungs.
“Mia, please don't misunderstand,” he said in a soft voice.
"I understand. I really don't deserve to wear clothes like this," the secretary replied without turning around. “Please go to your room, Sir. Your job awaits."
Instead of stepping back, Julian grabbed the girl's wrist instead. "We have to talk."
With furrowed brows, Mia jerked her hand away. "There's nothing to talk about, Sir. Everything is clear. Girls like me don't deserve to wear expensive clothes."
Not wanting to lose control again, Julian grabbed the girl's arm. "Come with me now or the whole company will find out about our relationship."
"Are you afraid that people will find out that Julian Evans is in a rel
"You're not mad at me anymore, are you?" Julian asked, tilting his head. Quick as lightning, Mia waved and shook her head. "Of course not," the girl denied awkwardly. "Why should I be angry? It's just lunch together. Moreover, Mister Herbert is coming with you,” she continued before forcing a smile. A second later, the man stroked his lover's hair. "Thank you, Mia. You are indeed the kindest and most understanding woman.” Receiving such praise, the girl's guilt deepened. Not wanting the burden to increase, she immediately tapped his watch. "We've been stalling for too much time, Sir. Let's get to work!” "Wait a minute, Mia," Julian said, holding the girl's arm. "There's one more thing I need to ask." "Can't you wait for a break?" Mia asked with raised eyebrows. Folding his lips, the CEO shook his head. “Dad will definitely come early and use up all the break time.” After a brief deliberation, the secretary finally sighed. "Okay
Mia glanced at the clock on the wall, then turned to the door. Break time had ended five minutes ago, but Herbert and Katniss had not yet left the room.“What are they discussing? Is it so much fun that Julian forgets about today's meeting?" the secretary grumbled before looking down languidly. She felt helpless when being faced with indecision regarding feelings.While supporting her chin with one hand, Mia tapped her finger on the side of the tablet. Her brows furrowed, expressing how difficult the judgment she was going through was in her mind. After a few blinks, the girl finally got up from the chair and took the tablet. Just as Mia was about to take a step, the door she was aiming for, suddenly opened."Where are you going?" Julian asked, hurrying over."I am just about to remind you of the meeting, Sir," Mia answered with an even face. Her heart couldn't decide which expression was the right one to display.A second later, the CEO rubb
The working hour had ended, but Julian was still not back. The feelings that Mia was trying to deny, could no longer be avoided. The longer she waited, the deeper the girl's head bowed."Why hasn't Julian sent me a message? Is it possible, he has forgotten about me and gone straight home?” Mia thought as she gripped the phone tighter. The girl really wished the black screen would light up and bring out Julian's name.Unfortunately, a minute passed, the girl's wait was still in vain. The air around her felt heavier and tighter."Should I call him?"After a moment of contemplation, the secretary finally took a deep breath. While straightening her face, she waited for someone's voice to emerge from the speakerphone that was stuck to her ear."What's wrong, Mia?" Julian asked as soon as he answered the call.With a stiff expression, the girl asked back, “Where are you, Sir? Why haven't you come back yet?""Good grief! Sorry, M
With eyes starting to blur, Mia's brain recorded how another woman put her hands on the strong arms that she always wanted to hug. With a slow blink, the girl noticed how wide the smile was on her lover's face."Why does Julian let Katniss be so close to him?" Mia thought, trying to come up with a plausible excuse.Unfortunately, the girl's mind had been covered with pain that came from the heart. Everything about the man seemed wrong in her eyes."How could Julian lie to me," the secretary thought before swallowing a very bitter spit.While wiping the tears of disappointment on her cheeks, the girl bit her lip. Accompanied by the painful heartbeat, she observed the movements of two people who occasionally chuckled. There was no guilt painted on those cheerful faces. Their eyes even seemed to sparkle at the words of a fashionable woman—the owner of the boutique.From under the furrowed brow that depicted disappointment, Mia shifted her gaze.
"What's wrong, Mia?" Minnie asked, forcing her weak legs to move faster into the room. As soon as she saw her daughter sitting on the edge of the bed with a forced smile, a sigh escaped her wrinkled mouth. “Lena just made me panic,” the old woman mumbled as she sat down beside her daughter. After observing the tears peeking out, she took the girl's hand and rubbed it warmly. "What's wrong, Mia?" "Do you still remember what Miss Amber ever said?" the girl asked in an unstable voice. A second later, Minnie's brows furrowed, searching for memory. "Which words?" "About how her ancestors believed that the human personality corresponds to the elements of life—water, wood, fire, earth, and metal," Mia said as she looked up, holding back the tears. After taking a deep breath, she continued to speak. “Miss Amber said that her element is metal, while Mr. Max's is earth. Because of that, she used to say that she was compatible with Mister
After pausing for the daughter to think, Minnie asked again. “How about it, Mia? Do you want to meet up?” For three seconds, the girl's lips just trembled without a word. Knowing her daughter's doubts, the old woman let out a faint sigh. "Do you know? His fate is almost the same as yours." "Almost the same?" Mia muttered, starting to wrinkle her brows. "Yes. His name is Liam. He is also the son of a servant, who was educated by a kind businessman. Now, Liam works as the good man's personal assistant,” Minnie explained, successfully getting the attention of her daughter. With a slightly downcast face, Mia pondered. "His background is similar with mine." "Yes. Your lives are too very similar, even though he's not as lucky as you. That's why, I'm sure, he can understand you." From under the raised eyebrows, the girl examined her mother's expression. "Why isn't he as lucky as me?" she asked slowly. “His father died while taking the
Realizing that the CEO would not give up easily, Mia was forced to show firmness through her dim gaze."Let's see later. It's working hour now. Please come to your room immediately. Today, we have an important meeting with the Carter Care Company.”Having an expression he had never seen before, Julian fell silent. Blinking in confusion, the man straightened up again. "Okay. We'll talk again on Friday," he said flatly.After stroking Mia's shoulder, the man turned towards the door of his room. While furrowing his eyebrows, he guessed the meaning of the look on his lover's face.“Why does Mia look like she is holding a grudge? Did something bad just happen to her? Or, she was annoyed that I was too busy yesterday?”Arriving in a different room, Julian finally sighed. “I have to apologize later.”After nodding confirming the decision in his mind, the man rushed to the desk. He had to complete the task as quickly as
Hearing a low-pitched voice that spoiled the ears, Mia suddenly shuddered. Her hearing wasn't wrong at all. The young man holding her hand was indeed named Liam. "What is it, Miss? Is there something wrong with my name?” the personal assistant asked while raising an eyebrow. His charm successfully snapped the girl in front of him back to her senses. “Sorry,” Mia sighed as she lowered her hand and stepped back a little. With stiff lips adorned with a grimace, she made up an excuse. "Your name sounds familiar." With a small nod, Liam flashed a wider smile. The man seemed to hide something behind the mysterious twinkle in his eyes. Not wanting to be hypnotized anymore, Mia immediately moved her palm towards the door. However, before she could speak, another voice had already interrupted. "Uncle Howard? Why are you here? Gosh, I should be the one approaching you. Now I feel a little bit cheeky,” Julian chimed in as he approached with arms outstret
"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.