“That geeky secretary is a cheap girl. Look," Isabela pointed at Kara's desk in a sassy manner, "doesn't your office look fresher without her around? The atmosphere also feels calmer and more peaceful.” Frank snorted lightly. Shaking his head in disgust, he muttered, "What a brazen girl you are." Isabela's expression suddenly changed. There was no more joy on her face. "What did you say?" "No. I'm just commenting on this document. One of the investor plans to invest a small amount of capital but demands for high benefit. Isn’t he brazen?” Isabela's brows were still furrowed. Putting her hands on her hips, she narrowed her gaze. “Don't forget, Hubby. I am your fiancée, your soon-to-be wife. Insulting me is the same as insulting your family, your own dignity.” Frank shrugged briefly. "Yes, I understand." “Hubby! I'm talking to you. Look me in the eye!” Frank put down his pen then raised his head. After only a few seconds of looking at the face full of make-up, he sighed in resign
"Besides," Frank continued, commanding attention, "you deserve this too." Frank put a black card on the tablet. "You can use it anytime, for anything, in any amount. Happy employees tend to be more enthusiastic about working, right?" Kara sighed in confusion. "Wait a minute. Isn't this too much?" "Absolutely not," Frank said quickly. "Jeremy also has a card like this. It's just that there is a limit to his card." After muttering the end of his statement, Frank placed a car key on top of the card and tablet. "This is to make your mobilization easier. You don't need to waste time on public transportation anymore. And the last thing ...." Frank took out a diamond-covered phone of which only two units were produced in the world. "I know your cell phone was broken by Ben." "Enough, Sir," Kara interrupted as she took a step back. "I can't accept these." As Frank raised an eyebrow, Kara put the items on the table. "I only need this tablet. The rest, no. Thank you." "Why not?" Frank
"It was still on this morning. But why it’s off now?" Kara muttered. Isabela smiled crookedly. ‘You poor thing! Who would use an old phone with a thousand cracks like that?’ After wiggling an eyebrow, Isabela sauntered in. Her hips deliberately pushed Kara's elbow so that the phone slipped from her grasp. As it hit the floor, Kara could only gape. Meanwhile, Isabela held back her laughter. "You shouldn't get in my way. I'm in a hurry. My Hubby misses the coffee I made." Kara didn't budge looking at that shameless face. Only after her eyes flashed did she let out a sigh of disbelief. "Don't you owe me an apology, Miss? You dropped my phone." Isabela shrugged her shoulders. "I didn't mean to. Why are you accusing me? Besides, the phone was already broken. Why are you making a big deal out of it? It should be thrown in the trash. Buy a new one." "Even though it's broken, you don't have the right to drop it," Kara said firmly. Hearing that high and bold tone, Isabela put her hands
Kara was stunned when she saw the shrimp arranged so beautifully in a plain white box. "But it must be very expensive." Directing Kara back to the chair, Frank whispered, "No matter how expensive it is, poison is still poison. Hurry up. She'll be here in a moment." As Kara was busy considering it, Frank shoved a shrimp into her mouth. "Sir? What if your future wife gets angry?" Kara asked with round eyes and an unclear voice. Frank wiped the food stains from the corner of Kara's lips, smiling crookedly. "Chew it quickly and carefully." Kara was forced to comply with furrowed brows. After she swallowed, Frank shoved the dessert into her mouth. "Sir!" "Come on, hurry. Brewing coffee doesn't take long." Kara pushed away the hand that wanted to wipe her lips again. She didn't want to cause misunderstandings or jealousy. Isabela was no match for her. Even though he was rejected, Frank still smiled. His eyes couldn't leave Kara's sweet face. Just before his secretary swallowed, he
Frank smiled faintly. The impression was dismissive. "Even though she's a top model, her taste in fashion is really bad. I don't want her to choose my outfit." "B-but, your future wife is Miss Hall, not me. She gets to choose." However, Frank shook his head. "You come with me ... or I refuse to go to that place." Kara sighed in resignation. "That threat again," she grumbled worriedly. With lazy movements, she turned off the computer and tidied up her desk. After that, they left together. When Isabela arrived, there was no one on that floor. Once again, her screech echoed through the Savior building. "Damn! They're playing with me again. Just watch! I won't remain silent. That woman must be embarrassed until she can't show her face anymore." *** As soon as Frank arrived, he was greeted warmly. The bridal consultants escorted him to the VVIP room and showed him several choices of the best suits. After selecting the ten best suits, Frank asked everyone to leave, except Kara. "Si
"This is a wedding dress fitting and you will be the bride. Why ask someone else?" Frank inquired, furrowing one eyebrow. The bridal team thought it was a romantic saying. They glanced at each other and held back smiles. Isabela looked at Kara gently. "I want to see which model is the best. After making my choice, I will try it later. It can save energy. Are you willing to help me, Miss Martin?" Kara smiled stiffly and nodded. "You're right. Changing into ordinary clothes is tiring, let alone a heavy wedding dress." The curve of Isabela's lips widened. "Good! Then, you girls ... please help this lady. Treat her well." "Ready, Miss Hall." Kara actually knew something was wrong. Isabela couldn't possibly be nice to her for no reason. However, she still went into the changing room. Meanwhile, Isabela had pulled Frank to sit on the sofa. She didn't say anything. She just glanced at the door and nodded. Frank was sure that Vidi was on standby there. ‘What are they planning?’ "Hubby
Seeing Kara panting, Frank stretched out his arm. "Need help?" The room was suddenly filled with silence. The audience's comments poured in even more rapidly. Some thought that Frank was very kind and polite, while others said that Frank should think about Isabela's feelings. Kara knew what a stir there would be online if she took Frank's arm. Therefore, she shook her head and lifted her dress higher. "No, thank you, Sir." After that, she walked faster. Frank faithfully accompanied her steps, while Isabela carried the camera around them. The arrogant girl stopped when she got the best angle. "You're too slow, Kara. This room is wide. You can walk faster." Kara nodded. Her heart was pounding, whether it was because of the bad feeling in her chest or the loving eyes of her boss. Suddenly, there was a cracking sound from under her feet. Kara tilted forward. She accidentally stepped on her dress. In a blink of an eye, it fell off her body. "Oh gosh ...!" Even though the servants a
Frank's jaw throbbed. He had felt happy since he could see Kara again, have lunch together, and even hug her. But now, that feeling was gone. "Can't you let me love you?" he asked quietly. "No." Kara shook her head quickly. "I don't want to be loved by a man who will marry another woman. Marriage is sacred, Sir. You must not smear it with ego." "Should I cancel the wedding?" Kara sighed in resignation. Their debate seemed to revolve around the same circle. They would never find a way out until one of them stopped. "Well then," Kara sighed bitterly, "I will never appear before you again." Frank grew more somber. However, before he could speak, Kara interrupted, "We've discussed this before, Sir. Haven't you realized yet? You don't really love me. You only see me as a tool to escape your arranged marriage." "That's not true," Frank said in a low voice. "That's the truth. You are so perfect and you have everything. Someone like you shouldn't want a poor girl like me. I can't give
Philip rushed in and grabbed Barbara's hand. Before he could say anything, Barbara was pushing again. After Briony came out, Barbara breathed a sigh of relief. “Philip .... Our child has been born.”Even though his head was nodding, Philip blinked in confusion. His mouth was agape, not knowing how to respond. "Yes ...," he sighed after a few moments. Briony's cries helped him regain his senses. "Wow," Philip blinked. He bent down, stroking his wife's hair with mixed feelings. "You're so great, Babe. You can give birth that fast." Barbara smiled proudly. "Our efforts weren't in vain, Phil. I was actually scared earlier. Briony's urge was very strong. But Louis and Emily forbade me to push. I tried to hold it in until finally, I gave in." Philip sighed in amazement and disbelief. Still looking stiff, he kissed Barbara's temple. "You're amazing, Babe. I'm glad you didn't encounter any major difficulties." Philip wiped the tears from her face. "I'm happy too. But where were you? I to
"Louis, Auntie is about to give birth!" Emily rose with a high arch of her eyebrows. "You’re right! We have to take her to the hospital!" Wasting no time, Louis grabbed Barbara's hand, pulling her to turn around. "Come on, Auntie. Let's go back to the car." However, Barbara shook her head. Her face was pale, her body tense. Her feet seemed to be glued to the earth. "What's wrong, Auntie?" "Call Philip," she muttered softly. "What?" "Call Philip!" The twins flinched. After one nod, they ran towards Philip. "Uncle Philip! Uncle Philip!" "Hey, where are you guys going?" Barbara exclaimed again. The twins braked. When they looked back, Barbara was waving. "Why did you leave me here alone?" Her voice was shrill. "You told us to call Uncle Philip!" Louis shook his head, not understanding. "Yeah, but don't leave me here." While limping, she inched closer to Louis and Emily. "One person calls him. One more person, hold me!" The twins blinked. Not because they didn't understand, b
"Hello, Orion," Emily whispered as the tiny baby in the box opened his eyes. Her hand reached out, trying to reach his chubby cheek. From the other side of the box, Louis also looked inside. "Hello, Oscar." "Louis?" Emily scolded with round eyes. "Why do you call him Oscar? This is our first meeting with him. Don't make a bad impression." Louis pursed his lips. "Okay, sorry. I'm used to it. Let me repeat." After clearing his throat, he looked down again. "Hello, Orion. It's me, Louis. I'm your cousin." Emily smiled slightly and nodded. "That's just right." After giving Louis thumbs up, she waved her hand downwards. "And I'm Emily. Nice to meet you, Orion." For a few moments, the two toddlers were busy observing Orion. Philip and Barbara were amused by their comments. "It turns out that Uncle Philip was right. Orion looks like both of his parents. His eyes are like Auntie's, while his nose and mouth are like Uncle's." "His chin also looks like Uncle’s, but his hair looks like
A nurse tried to calm Ava. However, the woman still shook her head, rejecting all the words directed at her. She was very weak. The pain seemed to knock out all the bones in her body. Her brain could no longer function normally. "No. I have no strength anymore. I can't continue." After taking a heavy breath, Jeremy bowed. The nurse had shifted. Jeremy had more freedom to stroke Ava's hair which was wet with sweat and her face which was flooded with tears. "Ava, can you hear me? Ava?" Their gazes finally met. Jeremy could see the desperation in those brown eyes. "I can't take it anymore, Jeremy. I can't. Let the doctor take it out. I can't take it anymore." Jeremy's chest felt like it had been torn apart. He almost choked with pain. Stroking Ava's shoulder, he shook his head. "No, I know you. You're not someone who never gives up, Ava. You can do it." "But I don't have the energy anymore, Jeremy." "There is. There definitely is." Jeremy grabbed Ava's shaking fingers. "This is f
"Look at this, Brandon." Louis placed a stack of photo paper on the table. Then, he showed them one by one to his friend. "This is a picture of Russell crying. This is a picture of him laughing. And this is a picture of Russell being angry." "Can babies get angry? Isn't he still too young to understand anything?" Brandon shook his head faintly. Louis shrugged. "I don't know about that. But when Russell sees something he doesn't like, his hands keep flapping and his mouth makes sounds ...." Louis imitated a baby's moan which made the librarian glance. "Russell also has sharp eyes, Brandon. If he feels annoyed by us, he will glare while furrowing his eyebrows." Emily touched the base of her eyebrows, checking to see if they were the same shape as Russell's eyebrows in the picture. Brandon smiled at Emily's expression. "I think he must be really cute when he's angry." "Yes!" Emily nodded quickly. "He's always cute, all the time. Louis, show him a picture of Russell in the shower."
"Oh, look at Russell, Louis. Isn't he very handsome? He's clean and smells good." Emily put her nose closer to Russell's face. When she managed to kiss that very soft cheek, she giggled holding back her laughter. She didn't want to disturb Kara who was sleeping in Frank's arms. "Yes, he is very handsome. He looks like me. Isn't that right, Grandma?" Louis raised his gaze towards the woman holding Russell. Susan smiled amusedly. "Yes, he looks like you. Only his nose is a little sharper." Louis' lips immediately pursed. His forefinger pointed at his own nose. "How sharp do you want Russell's nose to be? My nose is already very sharp." Susan chuckled at Louis' answer. "I’m just joking, Louis. It doesn't matter whose nose is sharper. What's important is that you're both healthy." Louis nodded in agreement. His hands then rose to touch the baby's feet. "Grandma, is Russell heavy?" Susan raised her eyebrows. "Do you want to carry him?" Louis glanced at Emily. "How about you try fir
"Hello, Good Boy," Kara held Russell carefully, as if the little creature was a very fragile pearl. Tears could not stop running down her face. After kissing the baby who was covered in a towel, Kara whispered again, "This is Mommy, Russell. I'm happy that I can finally hug you like this." While biting his lips, Frank also bowed. He stroked the tiny back then kissed his head. "And this is Daddy, Russell. Daddy is also happy that you are finally here." Still with a wide smile and red eyes, Frank looked at Kara gently. Before the pool of emotion dripped again, he quickly kissed her forehead. Kara closed her eyes accepting the warmth. "Thank you for giving birth to our son, Queen Bee," Frank whispered hoarsely. Kara smiled wider and nodded faintly. "Thank you for accompanying me here." "That's what I should have done a long time ago." Frank stroked her cheek before kissing her again. "Daddy, we want to see Russell too! Can we come closer?" Emily asked, jumping a little on the chai
Kara was sitting on the bed. Her head rested on the broad shoulder next to her. Closing her eyes, she tried to catch her breath."Is there any news from the Twins?" she asked quietly. Frank shook his head. His hands kept to massage Kara's fingers. "You don't need to worry about them, Queen Bee. They are independent and intelligent children. They will understand that you have to give birth soon. Let's celebrate their birthday after Russell is born, hmm?" After a short nod, Kara turned her head further. "Are you crying?" Frank's eyebrows pulled together. Moving his head away so that it would be easier to see her, he shook his head. "Why do you think I'm crying?" "Your voice is shaky, Frank." Pursing his lips, Frank took a deep breath. "I'm not crying." "Then why are your eyes red and watery?" Frank blinked firmly. "I'm not crying," he repeated with more emphasis. Still out of breath, Kara let out a laugh. Her head tilted slightly, waiting for his tears to fall. "Are you sure?"
"Hello, Brandon. Welcome to our event," Louis shook his classmate's hand. "Hello, Louis. Happy birthday. I hope you live a long and healthy life," the blonde boy said, occasionally glancing at Emily. "Thank you, Brandon. Did you come alone?" Brandon nodded. "Yes, my parents had to attend another event. So, only the driver took me here." After one blink, Brandon offered his hand to Emily. "Happy birthday too, Emily. You're so beautiful tonight." Emily shook Brandon's hand with a sweet smile. "Thanks, Brandon. You also look cool tonight. The jacket suits you." Brandon blushed. His lips twitched to suppress the excitement in his chest. "Thank you, Emily. I deliberately asked my mother to look for the best outfit. I want to look cool at this event." "Your mom has a good sense of fashion," Emily nodded before glancing to the side. "Louis, I think you should try a regular tie like Brandon. You're five years old. It's time for you to leave that bow tie behind. You should try somethin