Alex didn't allow his friend and Chloe to visit them, he kept them out of his penthouse and tried to spend his time with Bryan, who seemed to be slowly recognising him. Two weeks had passed, and although most of the time Bryan would be asleep, that didn't quite sit well with his father. "Why is he sleeping so much? In fact, all he does is sleep." That was the complaint made by Bryan's father, which made Mia laugh aloud. "Mr. Ian, babies tend to sleep the most at this stage because they need it, and if you're so irritated, please become his nanny so that I can rest well." She had teased him, and surprisingly, he just gave her a bored look instead of a cold face. Bryan would flap his hands whenever free, or roll on his stomach and sleep. He was closer to his mother, but of course he recognises his father now as well. He would stare at Alex's face for as long as he was trying to memorise it, and Alex would stare back. The staring game always had Mia rolling in laughter because bot
“Mark.....” “Don’t, Chloe, just leave me alone now.” He ordered, and she retracted her hand but didn’t budge from her spot. She wasn’t going to leave him like that. “I won't, Mark. You need to calm down; it’s okay.” Mark spun around and glared at her, which made her halt in her sentence. She watched as a muscle in his jaw ticked and the fire in his eyes as he glared at her. “It’s okay? You weren’t even going to tell me if I hadn’t forced it out of you. Why didn’t you call me yesterday, Chloe? It could have been dangerous.” His voice raised at her, and she felt her temper rising. “But I managed, and anyway, you were busy.” She snapped, and Mark’s eyes went to hers. She sounded like a jealous girlfriend, but she couldn’t help it. “I was busy, huh? So you didn’t want to disturb me, or you were angry because I left with her?” He took a step towards her, and she looked away, immediately taking a step back. It continued until her back hit the wall, and she had nowhere to go. “Tell
Alex kept a pillow on Bryan’s side so that he wouldn’t roll over and fall, and the next minute he was by Mia's side, as he scooped her in his arms. “Mr. Ian, what are you doing? Put me down!” Mia whispered yelled, dangling her legs but Alex paid no attention as he walked towards the door. Just as he reached the door, it opened and Chloe walked in. She stared at Mia in Alex's arms and gave a blank look, "what was going on?" She asked, confused. “Good that you’re here, I’m taking her out to have a chat, till then, stay with Bryan.” he ordered, as he walked out without waiting for her reply. Chloe was still standing there clueless when Bryan stirred and turned to the other side, which caused her to sprint towards the bed. She carefully settled down on the bed and adjusted the pillow properly before smiling down at him. Outside, as Alex reached his car, he set her down and she immediately stepped away from him glaring all the time. “What do you want, Mr. Ian?” She hissed, and he sig
The next few weeks were hectic for Alex, and he had only so much time to spend with Bryan. He would leave early and be back at midnight. Most times, Bryan would be asleep, and he would never disturb his son's sleeping hours for selfish reasons. George walked into his cabin after receiving permission. He stood in front of Alex. Alexander, who had been busy reading some documents, looked up when the room remained silent even after a few minutes. "What is it?" He asked, and George blinked before taking a deep breath and placing an envelope on his desk. Alexander glanced at him and then at the envelope on his desk before he picked it up. As he investigated the content inside the envelope, his face remained glued to the letter. After staring long and hard, his eyes went to George, who still stood before him. "Who gave you this?" He asked "It was already on my desk when I arrived, sir. I also asked the receptionist if she allowed any outsider inside without an appointment, but sh
How dare you, Alexander?" Ella screamed, ignoring how the cameras were turned towards her, and the flashes never stopped. She is going to turn this game in her favour. "You were the one who proposed to me first and then left me, saying you got bored of me. I always loved you." She said it dramatically, walking towards Alex. Mark frowned at her, and he felt like killing the witch. "This bitch, no witch, no, she's a bloody ah! Forget it, I'm not spewing nonsense from my mouth for her." Mark grumbled under his breath, and then his phone rang. "Chloe?" He frowned, seeing the caller ID, and moved away from the noise. "Mark, what the hell is going on? What is Alex doing in a press conference?" Chloe sounded pissed, and Mark pursed his lips. What was he supposed to say? Chloe asked, "Do you even realise Mia must be watching this as well?" That is when his eyes widened, and he cursed for forgetting such an important thing. How could they forget? "Listen, Chloe, just go to the penthouse
It had been more than two months since Bryan took his first steps. Now he would be seen walking around the house with his little squeals and screams. After that awkward encounter between Alex and Mia, they both avoided each other, but eventually, because of Bryan, they had to face each other. Time had been flying, it seemed, as Bryan was already nine months old. He is growing up way too fast, and it didn’t quite sit well with his dad as well. Mia once overheard him talking to Bryan when he thought she was not around. “You are growing up way too fast, buddy. Can you stop? I mean, I know you have to grow up and stuff, but honestly, growing up is such a trap. I wish I could stop this.” Alex grumbled, and Bryan giggled at his father, who smiled in return. She knew he was just having fun with their son, but something was missing. His words had left her in deep thought, and she couldn’t help but wonder about his family. Another day, when Alex was playing with Bryan, she couldn’t stop h
Chloe stood rooted in her place and waited for him to speak with bated breath. What was he thinking? And did he know why she was denying her feelings all this time? Mark stared at Chloe's back for a minute before he got down and stood behind her. She was nervous, and he could notice it. As he leaned forward, she tensed, but she didn't push him away or say anything. "So you don't want to acknowledge my feelings or even yours just because of our differences, right?" He whispered in her ear, and she gasped lowly because he was right. That was one point as well, among the others, but now what was he going to do? "Turn around, Chloe." His voice was commanding, and she slowly turned around before looking at his eyes, which were stern at the moment. He looked merciless and different from the funny, jovial guy she had known. It felt as if the man standing in front of her right now was someone else. "Am I right?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows and slipping his hands into his poc
Mia had been going crazy because of someone who was behaving a lot weirder as each day passed, and she felt like the old, cold guy was better. At least he never confused her. "Mia, I forgot to inform you. I have a meeting in Paris next week, so we'll be leaving on Sunday. I'm not going to leave you both here, so get your bags ready." This was two days ago, he ordered her, and there was no room for any further discussion. Today was Friday, and she still wasn't sure if he was being serious. "Bryan, baby, what do we do? Should we pack our bags or not?" She asked Bryan, who was busy playing with his toys. Huffing she sat on the bed and wondered why she was hesitant about going with him. She was thankful that he wasn't around, or else she would've been a mess. After he had asked her to call him by his name, she could only stare at him, dumbfounded. If he has never objected before when she was used to calling him Mr. Ian, then why now? What changed? And she is not comfortable w