It might be for Erick, their first meeting was meaningless. It might be that for Erick after he knew everything that was hidden from his boyfriend for more than ten years, their first meeting was nothing more than a mission that had to be carried out by Erick at the behest of his late stepmother. But for him, the meeting felt so magical. It was like entering a magical world that introduced him to a new hope in his gloomy life. His magical meeting gave him a rainbow that coloured his life. And for him, Erick's presence in his life is like the main character in the Being Henry David novel, Daniel Henderson, when he first met Hailey as soon as he arrived in the city where Henry David had set foot there. A popular female student who had diabetes but was still cheerful, and slowly the popular female student began to introduce the main character to things he never knew or dare to do before. "I have never met–" “Enough is enough!” he shouted in a booming voice, interrupting Erick before h
Her holiday break was now over. Veronica took a deep breath as she read the email containing the notification from the campus that the winter break was shortened. That means, this week would be her last week to enjoy her freedom from lecture material or the piled up of the assignments that she would receive from her lecturers, most of whom always use their busy lives as their excuses for not fulfilling their obligations to teach their students.. Just the thought of that possibility made her mood even worse. She turned off the notification screen of her smartphone, put her smartphone on the table in the family library belonging to the Stephen family (which she only found out today after Stephen took her around the mansion), then laid her head on the table with a listless face. "What is it? Why are you making such a long face, hm?" Stephen's voice did a little bit of work to take her mind off the general disillusionment of students being stripped of their day off by the university.
Veronica could not stop herself from being amazed by the interior of the scene in front of her as soon as her prosthetic legs, wearing the high heels that Karl had given them the first time they met, stepped out of Stephen's car after Stephen opened the car door for her. The man himself nonchalantly threw his car keys at a valet parking attendant who grabbed the keys in a hurry and entered the driver's seat, while Stephen immediately put his hand on her waist, offering to hook his arm around the man's arm.She gladly accepted Stephen's invitation, who led him carefully into the theatre. The man's eyes were alternately looking at him and his prosthetic leg, looking anxious, making his mouth itch to comment. She wanted to tell the man that she was fine. She wanted to tell the man that her prosthetic leg had no problem wearing those high heels.But, be that as it may, she did not deny the fact that she was secretly enjoying all the attention Stephen was giving her at the moment. So she ju
When she entered the room at first, she thought that the room she was about to enter would be filled with a mystical aura just like the time she met Karl–her future boyfriend. Or it would be like supernatural fiction stories that she often read in Young Adult genre novels which she often reads in her spare time after doing school assignments when she was still in high school and college assignments (on the grounds that she was already in her second year at school lectures). With full of a mysterious, mystical aura, with a magical sensation that could make the hairs on her neck shudder as he entered. In fact, the room where the werewolf man--who had now become a human due to the incident that Stephen vaguely told her earlier just before entering this room--worked in much the same way as a normal human's office room. A white themed decorated room with red-carpeted floors (she take a guess that this carpet was very expensive on the grounds that the material itself looked luxurious and ne
Petra was away from her for a moment when he heard Stephen's question just now. For a moment, the man's brows furrowed, as if he doubted whether he should answer Stephen's question just now with an honest answer or not. There was a hint of doubt on the cute-looking man's face before he looked back at Stephen."There is, but not so much. Given my current state, it's hard for me to infiltrate or get information like I used to often do."She glanced at Stephen who was gulping, with a face filled with guilt. Most likely due to the reason Stephen had told him before entering Petra's study a few minutes ago."I'm sorry. If only I...""Boss. You don't have to keep apologizing to me. I never blamed you for that incident at all," Petra gave Stephen a small smile as he patted Stephen on the shoulder casually, making anyone who saw it would not think that these two people are related. are superiors and subordinates, not friends. "I'm actually grateful. Becau
Bianca had just finished packing all her things into the medium-sized suitcase that was on the bed, tapping the top of her suitcase excitedly. On his right, Erna still seemed to have trouble packing her clothes into the suitcase. Compared to her who only brought what she needed, Erna's luggage was much more. The woman brought clothes that were actually enough for a month just for a week's trip, like women in general, so she couldn't help but shake her head slowly and approach Erna."Do you need some help?" he whispered in Erna's ear. His hand slowly trailed from Erna's right shoulder, then moved down until it reached the back of the woman's hand, before gripping her hand tightly. "I can help you. If you want.""Do you really need to do that, Bianca?""For you, yes," he smiled a little in response to Erna's curt answer which always managed to provoke his desire to see other reactions that Erna gave him. Compared to all the women who have been his girlfriend
As soon as they left Petra's office room, she kept seeing Stephen with an expression that was hard to describe. Every now and then, the man's brow furrowed, as if the man was thinking about something serious. Every now and then, the man was silent and mumbled in a half-whispered voice, as if the man was doing it on purpose so that she could not catch the slightest bit of what the man was saying. She could have interrupted Stephen's current thought easily by inviting him to speak, instead of letting the silence fall over the two of them as they walked down the halls of the theatre that reminded her of the quaint yet elegant atmosphere of a nineteenth century theatre. Be that as it may, she was a little reluctant to do so. Her own mind was still fixated on what Petra had just said when they were still in the man's study, as he talked about the latest news about William Schneider's extremist group with a myriad of unrealistic dreams (she gave him that nickname for the reason that was th
Stephen was just about to put her down when they arrived at the seat on the right wing of the theatre. That too with careful movements, as if her presence in the man's eyes was a ceramic flower vase that had to be carefully guarded. Or like a mother who puts her newborn baby into this world with great care, worried that if she treats the baby too harshly, the baby would die.Hmm. It seemed that the second parable is far more illustrative of what the man did to her than the first.Be that as it may, strangely, she could not find herself as angry as she usually was whenever Stephen tried to pamper her. Instead, she found herself fixated on Stephen who was currently focusing all her attention on the opera on stage, completely unperturbed by her gaze.Maybe. Or maybe, the man noticed it but decided to ignore it. It could be like that.Not wanting to make Stephen notice his gaze sooner or later, he finally turned his attention towards the stage, following the