She then left the man alone with his thoughts. She drank the mineral water that she got from Stephen, then crushed the bottle to make a loud sound that echoed throughout the room (and actually surprised her too considering that there were only her and Stephen in the room as huge as they were now) as she got up from her place.
"Really? I thought you came here since you wanted to criticize my decision as you did earlier," she commented. Trying to stay cool after the ridiculous thing she did just now, she clutched the crushed bottle, standing with half of her body resting on her right prosthetic leg. "Because if I did, I would not--"
"Half of it, yes. I have to admit it," Stephen admitt
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Hearing the answer from Nikki just now had made him happy on cloud nine. Stephen refrained from jumping with joy when he heard Nikki's answer. Although getting forgiveness from Nikki comes at a high price: sacrificing his relationship status with his girlfriends and also cancelling all his dates with his five girlfriends that he had planned for long ago to relieve his fatigue from the affairs of the werewolf-clan-issue. "I can do it myself. Do you think I am that weak until I need your help?" Nikki swatted his hand away as he again took the initiative to help the woman reach her bedroom upstairs. The practise room that he lent to Isabella as the woman's training room to practice Nikki's fighting skills was underground with stairs being the only access to the training ground. So it was clear that seeing Nikki, who was now struggling with her wh
Erna jumped out of the car that managed to get them out of the La Concha Beach area, bringing them back to the Zhang family residence a few hours later. Her lips pursed in annoyance, her brows furrowed in annoyance when she saw that Bianca was still busy calling someone (or maybe several people? She didn't know and didn't want to know about it) without answering a single question on the way home. "Bianca! Can you stop calling and explain to me what's going on?" he cried as he stomped his feet, venting his anger that rose when he found out that Bianca was still ignoring him. But the woman seemed unaffected with her tantrum, making her even more annoyed than before. "Fine." she finally gave up after everything she did to distract Bianca's attention away from whoever Bianca was calling at the moment. "Ignore me. I will pack my things and go home! Better than staying here with you!" He had just turned around to leave Bianca when suddenly Bianca's hand grabbed his
The workshop room for contemporary art-style paintings where he and Erick are currently can be said to be quite crowded with visitors, although not on weekends makes it a little uncomfortable. He had hoped that this place would not be as crowded with tourists as he saw now, given that he was not someone who enjoyed being in a crowd like his younger sister who really likes to be surrounded by her younger sister's girlfriends. Whereas he tends to prefer the idea of being in a quiet and peaceful place, accompanied by the sounds of nature that will decorate his day and having Erick by his side. Not many realized his penchant for serene places as he currently thought--even he bet that Erick didn't know about this either--as his job as head of the Pedrosa vampire clan in Waterford city didn't allow him to express any of his wishes. that selfishness.
Sean Laurent stood in front of the balcony of the north wing of the Schneider headquarters, looking up at the evening sky over the Waterford city border area with a sad look. His right hand touched the ring that was still on his ring finger, turning it around with a soft smile. ["I will."] The words of Neil Wilson--his late husband still ringing in her ears. When the man nodded in agreement, accepted his proposal with a bright smile on his handsome face, Neil managed to shake off the feeling of anxiety that had enveloped him, worried that Neil would reject his proposal. Then her memory flashed back to the last time she could see her husband alive. ["Wait here. Let me check the situation. Stay still. You just got home from work."] His hand then stopped playing the ring on the ring finger of his hand. Biting his lower lip with his jaw clenched suddenly, he cursed his past stupidity. The guilt that haunted him returned. Back, and back until he fe
Erick didn't explain anything to him other than giving him the painting he wanted just now. His boyfriend just slipped his right hand, gripped the hand that was not carrying the painting and led him out of the art gallery with a very tense face. Since receiving a call from Bianca just now, Erick's attitude has turned strange. It seems that Erick is hiding something from him. Something big. But what? ["Brother? Where are you right now? I was attacked!"] The words Bianca had just said on the phone ten minutes ago replayed again in his mind, creating feelings of anxiety mixed with worry for the only family member she had now since their father's mysterious disappearance after nearly killing him a while ago. "Hop-in." Erick's words just now woke him from the series of questions that had been in his mind just now, turning his attention towards Erick who had opened the car door. Knowing how Erick had behaved all this time, he was one hundred
Erick hugged his body for a long time before the man finally let go of his embrace and got out of the car after turning off the car engine, jogging around the car so that he could open the door for him which has become a routine for this man since they officially dated. His eyes looked at Erick's figure, which made him even more curious, meaningfully, signalling his boyfriend to explain what he just said. But instead of explaining the meaning of what he just said, the Asian man slipped his fingers into his, leading him into the Zhang family residence after throwing the car keys at one of the Zhang family servants waiting at the entrance of the mansion building. He hadn't even had the chance to take the painting that Erick had given him just now which was still in their car when Erick led him just now, so his reluctance made him keep looking back, watching the image of the car he was riding just move away from him into the car garage area until it disappeared from in front of
Nikki was already visibly pleased to find that her entire body was starting to adapt to the basics of fighting successfully--the result of nearly two weeks of hard work. Unlike when he first started learning martial arts from Isabella with great difficulty due to the difficulty of adapting to move quickly using his prosthetic leg. "Yes! That way, Miss Darren! Your movement becomes better and better than the first time! Keep going!" His heart was filled with pride when he heard Isabella's sincere words of praise after he had succeeded in repelling Isabella using the wooden stick that became their weapon for training. "Pay attention to the gaps, read the enemy's attack!" Isabella attacked him again, this time unlike when he first started training with her, she was now doing it without the slightest hesitation. There was a hint of joy on the woman's face when she found out that she had managed to withstand the woman's attack, making her subconsciously feel happy
Both he and Isabella turned towards the source of the sound, finding Karl and Stephen walking down the stairs with hurried footsteps approaching them both. He tried to stand up but was discouraged when he learned that he didn't take his crutches with him during this morning's training session which managed to destroy the only object that has made his life easier since he lost both legs. Leaving her with no other choice but to stay where she was while flashing an awkward smile at the two men. "Good afternoon, Mr Smith, Mr Laurent," Isabella knelt before the two men, saluting. "I have told you many times not to be formal with me, Isa," commented Karl in a lazy tone. "You know how much I hate bureaucracy and formality, don't you?" "You probably won't mind it, but my status--" "Ah! This is why I hate rules. Too much trouble," Karl grumbled, running his fingers through his hair before his eyes widened when he realized what had happened to him. "Gosh, Karen