Nina grabbed the boy's arm. His entire village had been slaughtered by Pharaoh's men, and this Mr. Micah seemed to have some connection to Pharaoh. She feared the boy's simmering hatred might lead him to expose them prematurely.Feeling the pressure on his arm, the boy came to his senses. Nina said, "If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave now."To Mr. Micah, they were outsiders. He was likely scrutinizing them closely. Initially, they had just wanted to catch a glimpse of Mr. Micah, but since he had already noticed them, they needed to return and devise a strategy.Mr. Micah smiled but said nothing, implicitly agreeing to let them go. After they left, Mr. Micah called over two men and instructed them in the Yaren language, "Keep a close eye on those two."Nina and the boy returned to the man's yard and went into the designated room. "We've been marked," Nina said.She had noticed Mr. Micah's scrutinizing gaze and probing questions during their conversation. It was clear
"Alright, I'll take you to meet Mr. Micah tomorrow," the man said.He didn't overthink it. Mainly, he noticed Nina's statement about being from Birkham. Mr. Micah also spoke English and had a similar appearance to Nina. If Nina could cook meals that Mr. Micah enjoyed, it would be a way of showing their gratitude."Thank you," Nina replied.Although she wasn't used to Yaren food, she managed to eat half a bowl of mashed potatoes. In an unfamiliar environment, she needed to maintain her strength.After dinner, Nina returned to the small room. There was no bed, so the man had brought them two pieces of cardboard to sleep on. Lying on the cardboard, Nina's thoughts drifted to Scarlett and the others. She wondered how they were doing.The boy whispered in her ear, "I need to go with you tomorrow."Although Nina hadn't mentioned him in her plan while talking to the man, he insisted on going. He had to keep an eye on Mr. Micah, ready to act at the slightest hint of trouble."Your hand
One of the children noticed Mr. Micah and immediately beamed, waving enthusiastically. "Mr. Micah!"Nina turned her head at the sound. Mr. Micah was wearing a black shirt today, with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. He stood in the sunlight, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a few books. His black eyes were inscrutable behind his gold-rimmed glasses, but his mouth curved into a deep smile.The next moment, the children around Nina swarmed toward Mr. Micah."Mr. Micah, she said that it should be 'perfect' instead of 'prefect'!""Mr. Micah, didn't you tell us last time that it's the 'prefect'?""Mr. Micah, we only trust you!""Mr. Micah, we don't know her. Who is she?"Voices clamored all at once, and a few children even glared at Nina. Suddenly, a little boy picked up a stone and hurled it at her. Nina quickly dodged, but Mr. Micah rushed over, taking the hit on his thigh.Mr. Micah's expression turned stern. "Sean, what have I
The next moment, Mr. Micah also found a spot and sat down beside Nina. He handed her a piece of cheesecake.Nina didn’t take it. "That child already apologized to me.""He only apologized because I told him to. If you hadn't dodged in time, he would have hit you," Mr. Micah maintained his position, holding out the cheesecake. "I don’t know your name yet."After a moment of hesitation, Nina decided to give her name, knowing she was already being watched. If she could use herself to help in some way, hiding her name was pointless now. "My name is Nina."Mr. Micah's smile remained warm. "What’s your last name?""It's Walker. I’m Nina Walker," Nina answered calmly.The next second, Mr. Micah placed the cheesecake in Nina’s hand. "Why did you come to such a chaotic place?"I noticed you understand and speak the Yaren language," Mr. Micah added, his gentle voice not betraying any suspicion.Nina smiled. "I was sold here. I just happened to pick up a bit of the language."As a breeze
This scene did not escape Micah's notice, though his expression remained unchanged. He had the charger in hand, but he didn't approach immediately. Just then, his phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, his eyes grew noticeably colder. He answered the call.A gentle voice sounded in his ear, "Brother, when are you coming back?""Not coming back for now," Micah responded coldly. At this moment, he seemed entirely different from the gentle, polite man he was with the children or when speaking with Nina.There was a brief silence on the other end before the voice, tinged with anticipation, said, "Brother, when you decide to come back, please call me, or let someone inform me in advance...""Got it. I have things to do, I'm hanging up now." Without another word, Micah ended the call. The woman on the other end heard the beeping of the disconnected line, a flash of anger crossing her eyes. She was seemingly blaming him for hanging up too quickly and not being affectionate enough.---Af
In front of her stood a girl in a brown dress with bronze skin, looking at her with disdain. Nina's lips curled into a cold smile. "Trying to scare me?"Throwing a mouse was such a childish move.The girl crossed her arms and approached Nina with a chilling glare. "No, I'm warning you! Stay away from Mr. Micah. Don't even think about seducing him!"The girl's English was slightly better than the children's, but still not fluent.Nina chuckled. "You're warning the wrong person. I have no such intentions toward Mr. Micah.""Liar!" the girl spat out, her face full of hatred. "You're not from our village. You must have bad intentions!"The more the girl spoke, the angrier she became. "And as soon as you arrived, you started hanging around Mr. Micah. What else could you be trying to do?"Nina found the situation amusing. Her laughter, however, only fueled the girl's anger. The girl rushed forward, trying to push Nina to the ground. Nina dodged and noticed a snake coiled in the gras
Arin felt utterly humiliated by the accusations. The villagers quickly realized who was in the wrong, and they began to criticize Arin while apologizing to Nina."We're sorry. We didn't understand the situation and almost harmed you.""Don't take it to heart. You can stay here as long as you like.""Arin, if you make a mistake, you need to own up to it. Apologize to this lady."Though they spoke in the Yaren language, Nina could understand most of it. Arin, however, was not willing to back down. She liked Mr. Micah but had never dared to express her feelings. Now that everything was out in the open, she couldn't imagine how to face him. Being scolded by so many people made her want to disappear. Apologizing to Nina was the last thing she wanted to do.Mr. Micah's voice was firm, "Arin, apologize to Nina."Shaken by his authoritative tone, Arin had no choice but to walk over to Nina with her head down. "I'm sorry. It was my fault. I apologize and hope you can forgive me.""I
Nina nodded. "Alright."She returned to her room, clutching her phone, her mind filled with various faces. Frustrated, she tossed and turned until she eventually fell asleep. When she woke up, it was already the next day.Remembering her promise to Mr. Micah to teach the children, she quickly got ready. The man's mother had prepared some oat porridge for breakfast. Nina drank half a bowl and then set off for the school with the man.Thinking of the students' mistakes from the previous day, she decided to start with teaching them the alphabet. The classroom was very basic, with a wall painted in black to serve as the chalkboard and short pieces of chalk.Nina wrote the alphabet on the makeshift blackboard and introduced herself in the Yaren language, "Hello, everyone. My name is Nina. Since Mr. Micah is away, I will be your substitute teacher."Regardless of Mr. Micah's true nature, these children were innocent. She aimed to help them and, at the same time, build a positive image i
But instead of feeling touched, Vera’s first reaction was nausea. A wave of discomfort surged up from her stomach, and Vera’s face paled. She bolted for the bathroom. Caleb followed quickly. “Are you feeling sick?” “I don’t think so. I’ve been eating normally—nothing too heavy or weird lately.” Vera clutched her stomach, just as confused as he was. Then, a possibility flashed through her mind. Caleb clearly had the same thought. Without a word, he turned and walked into their bedroom, returning moments later with a pregnancy test. Vera looked at him, stunned. “When did you buy that?” He responded matter-of-factly, “Better safe than sorry.” Vera was momentarily speechless. Five minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. It was positive. They had only been married for three months. How did this happen so fast?Caleb, on the other hand, remained composed—at le
Of course, Vera wasn’t about to dump all her responsibilities on her assistant. That would be exploitation. She called her assistant into her office. “You’re twenty-five this year, right?” Her assistant blinked, confused. Wasn’t her age common knowledge? Why was Vera suddenly bringing it up? A thought struck her. Was this an arranged marriage situation? Her face immediately filled with silent refusal. “Miss Vera, I’m still young. I’m not thinking about marriage anytime soon.” Vera tapped her pen against the desk. “I’m not telling you to get married.” “Oh.” “I just want to offload some of the smaller daily tasks to you. You don’t have to run every minor document by me.”Her assistant instantly understood. A raise. After confirming she was on board, Vera gave her a salary bump and had her hire a few more assistants to distribute the workload. “If I don’t have time to handle everything, you guys will take care of it. If something’s too complicated, jus
Vera could sense danger the moment the conversation turned in this direction. Her father had never questioned her about married life, and she was lucky enough to avoid nosy relatives. But just because she hadn’t experienced it firsthand didn’t mean she hadn’t seen it happen to others. Without hesitation, she abandoned the half-folded pastry in her hands. “I... uh, need to use the restroom.” Before she could escape, Mrs. Smith caught her wrist. “You and Caleb aren’t getting any younger,” she said matter-of-factly. “You should start thinking about kids—make sure you’re putting in the effort, hmm?” Vera left the kitchen visibly drained. Mrs. Smith was a wonderful mother-in-law, the kind who treated Vera like her own daughter. Despite knowing Vera came from a well-off family, she had still gifted them a house as a wedding present. Of course, Caleb already owned a place, but his mother had insisted. “That’s your house. This is the home I’m giving you as a weddi
That undeniable possessiveness flickered in Caleb’s gaze—subtle yet impossible to ignore. It was the kind of look a powerful man might give his beloved in an old Hollywood film. And right now, the photographer felt like the unlucky bystander who had accidentally stumbled upon an intimate scene. His voice wavered slightly, caught up in his own imagination. “Mr. Smith, lift your eyes toward the camera.” Caleb’s sharp gaze flickered over, intense and commanding. The photographer instinctively pressed the shutter. They continued with several more poses, reviewing the shots as they went. Vera loved them all, but her favorite was still the vintage-inspired one. “How long until we get the final prints?” she asked. “Two to three days at most,” the photographer replied. “I’ll have them shipped directly to you.” Then, after a slight pause, he hesitated before making a request. “I actually have a personal favor to ask—would you both be open to letting us displa
Vera was tempted. They had already taken plenty of wedding photos—several sets at the island, more at the wedding itself. But this wasn’t just any photo studio. It was privately booked and known for being one of the most prestigious studios in the city. Appointments here were nearly impossible to get. The fact that Caleb had managed to secure a session meant he had gone to great lengths to make it happen. If they were just going to take ordinary wedding pictures, it would be a waste of an opportunity. Still, she wasn’t sure what kind of shoot she wanted. The photographer, understanding her hesitation, pulled out a sample album. “You can take a look at our past work. These are some of the styles we’ve done.” Flipping through the pages, Vera saw an array of stunning concepts—each picture more breathtaking than the last. Then, one particular set caught her eye. A Golden Age Hollywood theme.It was classic, nostalgic, and beautifully atmospheric. “Ca
After the wedding, Vera considered taking some time off for a honeymoon. But the thought quickly faded when she realized Caleb had been practically living at the hospital. With a sigh, she dismissed the idea. She was used to it, but to say she wasn’t disappointed would be a lie. Her assistant picked up on it. “Mrs. Smith, don’t you want to go on a honeymoon?” she asked one day. “One of my friends just got married, and she’s been obsessively researching destinations. “She even said a marriage without a honeymoon is already half a failure.” Vera froze mid-page, suddenly losing interest in the documents she had been reviewing. Her assistant hesitated, then offered a suggestion. “Why don’t you go visit Dr. Smith at work?“You seem… distracted. Maybe seeing him will help.” Vera snapped out of her daze, suddenly aware of how preoccupied she had been lately. It was embarrassing to admit, but she had been zoning out far too often—especially after coming hom
Whenever they did this in the past, Caleb always maintained some restraint. But tonight—he didn’t hold back at all. He took her from the bedroom to the bathroom, then back to the bed, his searing kisses trailing every inch of her skin. The next morning, even as she woke up, Vera could still feel the lingering traces of last night’s intoxicating pleasure. As expected, she ended up taking the day off. It wasn’t until two days later that she finally returned to work. *Everyone at the company had already prepared for this. The moment Vera walked into the office, she was greeted with knowing smiles and teasing remarks. “Congratulations, Mrs. Smith!” “Newlywed bliss, huh?” “Three whole days off? Someone had a good time.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she had been up to. Obviously, her married life was going exceptionally well—so well that she had completely abandoned work for it. Under the weight of their mischievous stares, Vera barely k
Yelena still hadn’t accepted Hunter, but he wasn’t giving up either and was relentlessly closing in on her. Knowing Yelena’s soft heart, Vera figured it was only a matter of time before she gave in. She let out a sigh. Her friend’s love life wasn’t something she could interfere with. Besides, Caleb had already given her a little inside scoop. “She came to the hospital for a follow-up a few days ago,” he had mentioned casually. “Hunter was the one who brought her.” Vera had clicked her tongue at the news. Yelena always seemed quiet and reserved, but apparently, she was full of surprises.*Time flew by in the blink of an eye.By mid-month, Caleb had rented out an entire vineyard and spent several days transforming it into the perfect wedding venue.When the day arrived, the celebration took place right there.The vineyard was sprawling and elegant, every bit as grand as any luxury hotel—if not better. Even the wine cellar remained untouched, stocked with years-
“Did you plan this from the start?” Vera narrowed her eyes, feeling like she had just walked into a carefully laid trap. “Mm.” Caleb smiled, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Because yes—he had always been planning this. The biggest change in Vera’s life after the island proposal was the ring now sitting on her finger. It wasn’t just any ring. It was custom-made, something Caleb had specially ordered. She only found out by accident when she glanced at his phone one day and saw the purchase record. It had been ordered two months ago. Vera did the math and was stunned. He had been preparing for this long before she even started getting impatient. Her heart swelled with emotion. And as soon as Caleb’s parents heard that their son had finally proposed, they wasted no time pushing them to get the marriage license. *One day, Vera overheard Caleb’s mother lecturing him. “Your dad and I weren’t expecting much from you. With how much ti