Kendall and Jason strolled together towards the art gallery, relishing the invigorating cool autumn breeze while holding hands. The city streets were painted in a golden glow by the setting sun, showcasing the vibrant autumn leaves. Kendall sneaked a peek at Jason, feeling a blend of curiosity and anxiety in her heart. Since Jason's sudden change in behavior, every interaction with him seemed like a fresh installment in their intricate narrative.As they neared the massive entrance of the museum, its grand columns and detailed exterior towering above them, Jason gazed at Kendall with a gentle, almost soothing grin. "I believed spending the day here would be pleasant," he remarked softly. "I understand that things have been difficult recently, so I wanted to try out something new, something that could provide us with a brief break from everything."Kendall was shocked, her eyes widening in surprise. "An art gallery?" "Do you mean a location to showcase historical objects and artistic p
Kendall awoke to the soft, insistent voice of the maid through the door. “Miss Kendall, breakfast is ready. Sir Jason would like to have breakfast with you.”Still enveloped in the comfort of the early hours, Kendall extended her body and rose from bed, her thoughts already returning to the enjoyable moments from the museum the day before. She descended with light, eager steps. The table is filled with different types of fresh berries, sliced oranges, and apples were neatly organized on plates together with whole-grain toast and avocado. Additional choices consisted of yogurt parfaits featuring granola and a selection of nuts, all customized to align with her nutritional requirements.Jason was already sitting at the table in a relaxed manner, holding a newspaper. Upon Kendall's arrival, he looked up and a warm smile spread across his face. "Good morning, Kendall," he warmly greeted with sincerity in his voice.Kendall returned the smile, yet her eyes betrayed a touch of anxiety. “G
Kendall admired the gorgeous midnight-blue gown that hung so gracefully over her body as she stood in front of the mirror. The soft sheen of the material highlighted her lovely features and curves. Her face was framed by the sweetheart neckline, and the gown's short train gave it a sophisticated touch. She put on the delicate necklace and matching earrings with care, their sparkle perfectly completing the outfit. Despite their elegant appearance, the heels were manageably comfortable, enabling her to move with ease. As Kendall stroked her fingertips over the material, she had a mixture of anxiety and excitement. She inhaled deeply before beginning her journey down the grand staircase. Her shoes clicking on the marble steps resonated down the hall. When she got to the bottom, she saw Jason standing near the door with his back to her. There was a tangible sense of expectation.When Jason turned around, his reaction was immediate and expressive. His mouth dropped open when he noticed K
The atmosphere was light and cozy, with lots of conversation on the trip home from the restaurant. The gentle hum of the car's engine blended with the talk between Jason and Kendall. Their faces were softly glowing as the city lights poured by. With every word Kendall said, Jason's curiosity about her grew. He cast a quick glance at her. "I had no idea you were so passionate about art," he said, his eyes showing real curiosity. "It's obvious that it resonates deeply with you." With a little giggle, Kendall's eyes glistened with anticipation. It's something I've cherished forever. The emotions and stories that art can portray are often too strong for words to fully capture. It offers a window into the mind and a glimpse into the world of another person.Jason nodded, clearly intrigued. That fascinates me. You have this really perceptive and novel way of looking at the world. It's among the qualities of you that I now find admirable. As he spoke, Kendall's heart began to race. She fe
Jason stood in his dimly lit bedroom, leaning against the cold marble counter, his mind clouded with thoughts of Kendall. He hadn't been able to shake the memory of the one moment when they almost felt real—when their lips met in a kiss that was meant to be nothing but he wanted more.The kiss had been brief, but it stirred something inside him. Contractual was not how her lips had felt on his, nor the unsaid tension that simmered under the surface. He gave a strong breath in an attempt to get rid of the sensation, but it stuck to him like second skin. The barriers separating them felt impenetrable, but he couldn't deny the pull. It was forbidden to break the terms of the agreement, their arrangement. A knock on the door took his attention away from his thoughts.Jason scowled and retreated from the counter. It was too late for anybody to come over. His eyes grew wide with surprise when he opened the door. Bathed in the warm light of the hallway, Kendall stood there. Her hands tremb
As they lay entangled in the covers, Jason's body crushed against Kendall's, their heats met. Though there was still an unspoken but palpable tension to the encounter, there was also a compassion between them. Breathing deeply, Kendall's chest rose and fell, feeling and emotion obscuring her thoughts. The heat from their shared moment lingered in the air, and she could still feel Jason's weight alongside her. However, she felt a pull from something deeper, more primordial.She moved her head to face him as her eyelashes flickered open. Jason was lying on his side with one arm resting idly across her waist and his eyes closed. His ordinarily sharp features were softened by a serene expression. She lay there staring at him for a minute, not knowing how to react or even comprehend the last exchange between them. This was not intended to occur—not within the parameters of their agreement, their carefully crafted separation.But it had. And now, the air between them felt different.Her bo
Their bedroom's drapes were glowing softly with a golden hue as the sun had just started to rise. Jason had already woken up, his thoughts focused on organizing a surprise. While he was in the kitchen meticulously preparing the breakfast items, his mind kept going back to Kendall, who was still asleep upstairs.A slight smile appeared on his lips as he reminisced about the evening they had spent together, and he sensed a spark of something different - something more tender - starting to develop between them.With a calm resolve, he retrieved her beloved comforts: recently baked croissants, a container of her favorite strawberry jam, and an assortment of ripe fruits - juicy strawberries, blueberries, and some slices of mango.He reached out and took her favorite things. He took his time brewing her favorite mix of coffee, the pleasant scent filling the house as he brewed.He glanced around, searching for the perfect touch to add. His gaze fell upon a tiny vase resting on the ledge, an
3 cm invasive tumor in situ… Stage 3… Metastasis is present…Kendall’s hands trembled as she read her test result. She swallowed thick lumps of saliva that were about to choke her.“Wh- what does… this mean, doctor?”Her voice was trembling and so was her whole body, coupled with her labored breathing. Even though she knew what it meant, she rather lived in denial.“Miss Kendall,” Doctor Sophia took off her glasses and focused on the patient in front of her.“You have stage three cervical cancer.” She dropped the heartbreaking news.“No… I don't… doctor, this is not my result.” Tears rolled down Kendall’s cheeks as she kept on arguing. There was no way that she would accept this result as hers.She only had pain and heavy bleeding… And a few minor symptoms. She was sure that there was a mix-up somewhere. There had to be.“I can't have cancer,” Kendall heaved a sigh. It felt like her whole world was crumbling before her and she was too weak to put the smallest pieces together.“How?” S