“Mia, may I borrow Julian for a moment?” Katniss asked between gasps. She completely ignored the expression on the face that was avoiding her.
"What's the matter, Katniss?" the man inquired with furrowed brows.
Without waiting for the secretary's reply, the uninvited guest grabbed Julian's arm to follow her.
“Wait a minute, Katniss. You can't just drag me around like this," the man protested, trying to escape the model's grip. "I have a serious talk with Mia."
"But this is more urgent, Julian," Katniss whispered as she placed the CEO's thumb on the sensor.
As soon as the door opened, the two of them instantly disappeared from Mia's sight. In an instant, the tears flowed even more profusely.
"Isn't that pretty obvious? What else would you like to talk about, Sir?” the secretary sighed, full of emphasis.
A second later, the girl staggered towards her desk. After taking a deep breath, she sat down and wiped away the sadness.
"Hello? Mia? Are you okay?" Minnie asked because there was no sound. "Mom, I'll call you later. I have urgent work to do now," the secretary said, suppressing the trembling of her voice as best she could. "Mia—" Without waiting for the continuation of her mother's words, the girl hung up the phone. While rubbing her burning neck, she put the phone in her bag. "I can not take it anymore. I really can't." A second later, Mia left her desk, walking towards the elevator. The girl didn't care if there was still unfinished work. She didn't want to meet the man who had broken her heart. In the narrow room, the secretary hid behind the eyelids that felt very hot. The tears kept pushing out. As much as possible, Mia locked them in pain. “Stop crying! Aren't you embarrassed if other employees see your messy face?” the girl thought to herself. But unfortunately, the heart did not want to compromise. It continued to struggle, beati
After signing the affidavit and sealing it, Julian handed Katniss the piece of paper. "Are you sure this is enough to refute the wrong news about us?" the man asked with brows drawn in concern. "At least, we don't just sit back and let people think the news is true," Katniss said while putting the paper in the folder containing her statement. After nodding, Julian tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “Will these rumors affect your reputation?” Without thinking, the woman chuckled. "Of course it matters, but I'm becoming more and more famous." “Then, after the affidavit is expanded, will you receive any bad repercussions?” "No. People will even praise me for being kind enough to help you out in between my very busy schedule,” Katniss replied as she put the folder into her big bag and got up from the chair. "Enough. Instead of worrying about my career, you better think about your lover. Before she hears from someone else, you have to t
"I'm sorry, Julian. Sorry," Herbert said as he bowed deeper. “I want to give the best for my sons. But ... everything I do always ends in fatal mistakes,” the man sighed, sounding like an afterthought. With blood already reaching the crown, Julian wanted to vent the anger. His forefinger was itching, about to blame his father, while his lips twitched, almost spitting out regret. However, before the CEO exploded with emotion, the image of Mia flashed back into his mind. Instantly, the man remembered that he had promised to be a man the girl could rely on. Looking up, Julian took a deep breath. Gradually, the burning feeling in the chest subsided. Fingers that were originally clenched tightly, began to stretch. A second later, his hands rose and landed lightly on both of his father's arms. "It's not your fault," the young man said in a low, trembling voice. After swallowing hard, he continued speaking. “I was too stupid and cowardly to be dishon
"Mia!" Julian called at the door of his lover's apartment. He had made loud noise several times. However, the girl who always filled his mind was nowhere to be seen. “Mia, please open the door! We have to talk!” Two seconds, three seconds, the atmosphere remains silent. Only Julian's roar shook the air. Not wanting to despair, the man banged on the door again. Right at that moment, his senses tapped. He just remembered with the bell that could be used near the door. Wasting no time, the man pressed the button as much as his heart screamed the girl's name. “Mia, we really need to talk. What the media reported is not true,” Julian exclaimed, regardless if his voice reached the back of the room or not. "Mia ..." Can't wait any longer, the man finally started inputing the passcode. However, as soon as he pushed the door, the digital key flashed a red light and again asked for numbers. In an instant, cold sweat covered Julian's nape. "No wa
While swallowing hard, Julian clenched his fists on the knees. After taking a deep breath, the man replied, “Please don't believe that news. Everything reported is not true.” "What's not true? Isn't it obvious that the beautiful model looks very happy holding your arm? You even smiled when you put the ring on her palm,” Minnie replied with a rock-hard expression. "But it's not what it seems. The media has been exaggerating,” the man whined. “The model and I—” "That's what Mia saw with her own eyes," the old woman interrupted while looking the other way. Tears could fall if she kept staring at the man who was still kneeling. Hearing the statement, Julian fell silent. His eyes quivered at the thought that his lover had been in pain longer than he imagined. "So, Mia was there ...," the man sighed, hard to accept reality. "Do you know how many tears my daughter has shed as the result of your behavior?" Minnie asked, still looking the other
"So, all this time, Uncle and Auntie doesn't oppose our relationship?" Julian exclaimed, emphasizing his question just now.Taking a deep breath, Minnie blinked at the memory. “In the beginning, we did object.”“Is it true because of my incompetence?” the man guessed with round eyes.With a crooked smile, the old woman shook her head slowly. "No. My words which you heard back then, were not true at all, Sir. I said it because Mia asked. She wanted to try to hate you. But as it turned out, she couldn't."Hearing that explanation, Julian's heart became even more relieved. However, after one breath, confusion again shrunk his smile.“If it's not for that, then what? Is it because of people's views? Uncle and Auntie are afraid if Mia gets ridiculed?”After a faint sigh, the old woman nodded. “Yes, we are afraid that people will dislike Mia and try to bring her down.”“You shouldn't hav
While ruffling his hair, Julian took a quick breath. His face was gloomy again. The hope that once colored his eyes, had disappeared into the restlessness."Mia, where are you?" the man groaned as he looked up with hands on the waist. While staring at the ceiling unable to give an answer, he sighed. "What should I do now?"Realizing that his mind was stuck, Julian picked up the cell phone. Without wasting time, he contacted someone who could provide him with a solution."Hello?" a man from across the phone answered."Max, where's Gabriella?" Julian replied as fast as the wind.“My wife is bathing the Little Prince. What is it?"While massaging his temples, the caller asked, "May I speak to her?""Of course," the younger brother answered in a low intonation. After a while, the man's voice was heard again. "Gaby, Julian is looking for you.""Why?"Without having time to say hello, the CEO shouted the answer. "Mia's g
Cayden stopped wiggling his feet when his father led him into Mia's apartment. The condition of the space caught by his round eyes was a sight he had never seen. Nothing was set in place. “Mi … ya … jajajaja!” the baby babbled, pointing his forefinger forward. After letting out a faint sigh, the woman standing beside her husband nodded. "Right. Mia will be furious if she finds out that her house has been turned into a wreck.” "No one would believe that Julian is looking for a passport," Max mumbled as he continued walking, stepping over the sofa cushions strewn across the floor. "Looks like your brother is starting to lose his mind," Gabriella said as she lifted the cushion and moved it to its proper place. Just at that very moment, a man with disheveled hair crossed the room. As soon as he saw the presence of the guests, his steps immediately froze. "Max ..., Gabriella? Why do you come? I haven't asked your help yet," he said without
"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.