“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