Steven’s eyes fluttered open as he heard hushed voices conversing around him. Marie hovered over him, her face looking flushed and our eyes wild with concern. Without thinking, he reached out and stroked her cheek.“Steven? Doctor, he’s awake!”As she leaned into his touch, Marie smiled down at him. He couldn't remember anyone ever smiling at him like that ever. Her smile made him feel needed.“Can I have a moment with the patient?” The Doctor asked, looking around. Marie made to get up and excuse them like Dana, Stefan and everyone else in the room but Steven shook his head.“Oh, your wife can stay. I meant everyone else.” Oh yeah. She was his wife, his fake wife. His fake wife whom he really really wanted to touch. His head felt clogged but he tried to focus on what the doctor was saying.“Can you sit up, Mr King?” The doctor asked as Marie’s hands came around him in support. This was the thing with Marie, she was always there to help, to support, to fix things. He couldn't rememb
How could she have been so loose-tongued?Her heart couldn't take it? How was that any of his concern? She couldn't reveal her feelings yet! Not until she was absolutely sure that Steven wasn't going to shut her down without giving them a chance. She had barely given him a chance to say anything before she walked out. What if he had fell over again? What if he needed something? Now was not the time to obsess over her embarrassment. Without saying a word, she made her way back to their suite. When she got into the suite, she dialed room service and ordered lunch. She laid out on the sofa and picked up the book she had been reading earlier. He turned to face her but said nothing. Marie hoped he wasn't in pain. He was looking very pale, so pale that she became worried. After the doctor had left, she had thought color was returning to his face but now he looked ready to pass out again. Scared, she put down the bed and came to stand beside him. Instead of scowling at her like he normall
The next day, Steven was shocked to find that Marie was asleep beside him on the bed. He tried to remember if anything had happened after he had made her run to the bathroom no doubt to cry. But he was sure nothing had. The meds he had been given had knocked him out flat. He glanced over to where she lay. After she had come out of the bathroom yesterday, she hadn't said a word to him but he knew she had been crying. Why had she been crying? Was it because she had been embarrassed by what he said? She had neither confirmed nor denied her affections so he had just decided to go along with his gut and warn her. Nothing could ever go on between them. Except he fired her or she quit and Steven had no idea where he was going to get an Executive Assistant like her. He kicked off the covers and headed to the shower. He had a nice, long soak and just laid in the tub, recovering his strength. It wasn't until a loud knock jarred him from his peace and quiet that he realized he had been hogging
Steven’s hand shot up in the air as the moderator of the couple's contest asked the next question. “Cardigans. That's the one thing my wife CANNOT live without.” Steven said as he chuckled at the answer he had written on the sheet he now held over his head.“Wow! Mr. King. Let's find out what Mrs. King has penned down. Would you look at that? Mr. King does know his wife after all. Thirty points for the Kings.”Steven beamed in pleasure. So far, Marie hadn't missed a single question either. She knew everything about him, down to his favorite color of socks.“And now for the last question for the husbands… What is your wife's one true scent?”Steven watched Marie's eyes widen. This was the very question they had skipped that day at his house. It was also the winning question to set him above the tie with an elderly couple. He had nothing against them but he really wanted to win this and have that dinner with Mr. Kaito.With a flourish, he wrote down “Lavender” and waited for Marie to
The next couple of days passed in a blur which suited Steven just fine. The dinner with Mr.Kaito had been quite uneventful and he had seemed so taken with Marie. This hadn't surprised Steven because everyone who met Marie was taken with her.The only eventful thing that had happened after the contest was on the same night when he had heard Marie crying in her sleep. At first, he had thought she was awake and decided to ignore her until she had started whimpering and kicking the covers. He had tried to shake her awake but nothing he did had worked. Desperate, he had done the only thing that made sense at the time, placed her between his laps, stroked her back, and talked to her in soft whispers. At last, she had heard his voice and clung to his shirt while she wept. Shaken by what he had just witnessed, Steven had held her in his arms till she calmed down. At last, she had looked up at him through tears and pleaded,“Steven, please promise me you’ll never make me get on a plane ever a
“What about my father?” Steven said, not bothering to control the fury in his voice. Alden had a lot of gut showing up here after refusing to help his father. If anything happened to him…Was Alden here because something had happened?“Look Son, I’ll just cut to the chase. Don't give him any money. Not even one red cent.” Alden saidSteven waited for Alden to explain what he meant but the silence filled the air.“Alden, I hope you didn't come all the way to tell me what to do with my money?”“Steven…”“No, Alden. You don't want to help your son. It's alright, it's okay. But you cannot come in here and tell me what to do or not do with my money. Sir.” “Boy, I'm trying to help you…”“I’d rather you do not, Sir! I'd rather you take your help and shove it down …”He broke off at that point, rubbing a hand over his face as he lowered his gaze. Steven leaned forward and spoke in a quiet voice, hoping it betrayed how furious he actually felt.“I think that it was your choice not to help him
After Alden had left, Steven had tried his utmost best to reach his father so he could hear his side of the story but his calls had gone straight to voicemail and Desiree, who was his father's secretary hadn't taken any of his calls. Waving the issue out of his mind, Steven decided to concentrate on his work. He went over notes from the Cheggo Foodsmeeting and did a routine status report check on other accounts before he taught about getting lunch.He glanced wistfully at the corner where Marie would have been sittes if she had come to work. He wasn't going to admit to missing her even though his office felt like it had been stripped of color. How could one person elevate a space so much with her presence?By the time he had concluded three meetings and reviewed works that had been sent to him for approval in the past weeks, Steven glanced outside and realized it was dark. Shutting his laptop, he beeped his driver to ready his car and headed to the parking lot. At least Marie would
“What? What do you think I should know?” Steven asked, as Marie looked at him with solemnity in her eyes.“I…I think Alden is telling the truth. The circumstances under which he showed up at the Cottage seemed, well, suspect.”“Marie… I don't…”“Let me finish, Steven, please. I know this is a tough pill to swallow but I don't think your dad was in such danger. I think maybe he couldn't bear asking you for the money for his new business directly. Maybe there's some truth to what he said, but I doubt Alden made it up.”“Marie, you don't know my father. He’s a serial entrepreneur who has launched several successful businesses,”“Yes, City Boy. We hear you. But are any of them up and running today that you know of?”“Well, no.”“There you go, City Boy. Even you gotta see the truth at some point. Maybe it's for the best if you take Alden’s advice this time.”“That's hardly fair, James. You’ve never even liked my father.”“Woah, back up, City Boy. You and I know the only reason I haven't be