None were spared from the shock of her sudden flee from their presence, and the senior tutor, rather mistress of the Ballet Academy, Madam Angelica, wasn't impressed.An offended scoff nearly elicited her lips but being the professional she was, composed herself yet Francess, the top student scoffed then rolled her eyes.The abrupt leave of the lady that Master Doreen brought along was plain… mannerous! Why on Earth would someone as dignified as him be with her?“Francess.” The Italian teacher sent a hard glare her way — scoffing and rolling of the eyes were classless.She instantly straightened up then did a bow light.“Please forgive my act, Master Doreen.” As she apologized, the green-eyed Demi god wasn't even standing there anymore.“Madam Angelica, I trust you'll take care of the registration; Klaus shall send her details and all that's needed to your email before tomorrow. Goodbye.” Simply, and in his usual cold tone, Doreen uttered then walked away.He didn't spare any a glance
Everyone has an undesirable aspect of their memory they'd kill to forget — mistakes were something ever being made, but some were too painful to be recollected.Crossing paths with Francess was something Tessa prayed, wished, hoped, and cried to never do. She never wanted to see that dark-haired lady again, since it'd just kick the lid of a likely to erupt volcano.As predicted, it did, and presently, Tessa wanted to disappear from the face of the Earth like three years ago.Yet, that wasn't possible, and this time, there was nowhere she could run to; her past was here to haunt her.Shedding tears in the presence of another was an act she barely did. Those who saw her cry were the closest to her, and Doreen wasn't, yet she couldn't contain her feelings that much.“I'm… I'm sorry.” Tessa sniffed, multiple balls of tears continuously rolling down her cheeks while being stared at by the handsome man sitting some distance beside her.She predicted he'd be angered by her constant change of
Throughout the ride back to the mansion, silence prevailed.The chauffeur responsible for driving the obnoxious couple back home occasionally glanced at them. None were facing each other, but staring outside the window with different thoughts roaming through their mind.Despite the distance the limo shared with the Ballet Academy, the chauffeur heard Tony and Mary's yells.None needed to tell him that both were complete assholes. He assumed they were quiet because they were vexed, but there was something more to it.Mary, for one, was partially immersed in thoughts of that bimbo — Tessa.She could swear that she saw her walk past them and into a luxurious car, but…was that possible?The richness emanating from that car was one Mary had never witnessed — how did she have immense enough wealth to afford that sort of car?“She's a slut. Yes — a fucking slut, and whosoever owned that car must be drilling her. What a bitch!” She came to such a nasty conclusion while scoffing.“Disgusting.”
“Will… Will Klaus be fine?” The instant he strolled away from the emergency ward and towards the metallic bench further in the hallway, she questioned while standing up.Those blue eyes of hers were so glassy, and although they were overly gorgeous, the sadness blended with guilt was excessive.Tessa hated herself.Her suggestion to make dinner led to this bullshit — because of her, Klaus got shot in the chest.The chest of all places.During the ride to the hospital, wild thoughts incessantly roamed through her head — what if the bullet damaged his heart?It was frightening.Klaus had been rushed to the emergency ward, and being his employer, Doreen went ahead to speak with the doctors. It had been roughly half an hour, yet Tessa felt like a decade had passed due to the anxiety circulating in her soul.If anything horrible happens to Klaus before her, then she'd…Doreen needed no microscope to see how profusely apprehensive Tessa was. It was predictable that she'd be unsettled, but t
He was on his way to the garden.Due to his father, Mr. Robert's immense love of flowers, he normalized being surrounded by delicate, gorgeous varieties of them. The garden of the Williams family mansion could be compared to a boutique.It was that spacious, and with every head turn, different bushes of either rare or exotic flowers could be spotted.Again, the servants would either be daft or dense to neglect it — it constantly gets taken care of more.It was almost noon, and one would expect Tony, the partner of his pregnant girlfriend, to get anxious when he wakes up and finds her absent.Then again…he was relieved.With a big smile playing on his lips, he went on with his day — bath, ate, and even attempted to converse with his ever-so-stern mother. While she did respond to a question or two of his, Debby, his younger sister, didn't give a fuck.As expected, she was rude to the core.Tony felt this was a perfect chance to begin patching things up with his father, Mr. Roberts. As t
Regardless of his dissents, she alighted from the car barefooted before dashing straight into the moderately massive hospital.As her feet shuffled towards it, he helplessly gazed at her.“She has tiny feet.” Doreen whispered, then averted his gaze to her pair of heels that were placed in the back seat.Yes — he drove since Klaus was the sole chauffeur he could trust.Both of them had quite a history together.Tessa left Doreen behind and went into the hospital, instantly beholding some doctors, and nurses moving around.“Welcome Miss Tessa.”“Good afternoon, Miss Tessa!”“Welcome!”Numerously they greeted her and more shockingly, began bowing decorously at her. She slowly halted, then gaped confusingly at them.“Good afternoon to you all too!”Ever since she was a kid, being treated so respectfully was something she normalized yet didn't like.So whenever someone older than her bows, she'd unhesitatingly do the same.Her response and gesture left some perplexed — wasn't she the lady
“Miss Tessa, are you sure about this? I can cook fast." Surely, there was a thick sense of worry laced in Sophia's utterance. Both were still headed for the kitchen and sincerely, she was trying her utmost best to change her mind. “Don't be silly, Sophia. I'll cook with you…and my name's just Tessa. Ditch the miss." Her response came out so softly and accompanied by a smile. For a second, the maid truly was captivated by her beauty — this blue-eyed lady had the sweetest smile she had ever seen. But as they curved towards the kitchen, her feet became rooted to a spot while Tessa went into the kitchen. Sophia was scared. After witnessing how unusually, gentle, sweet, and comfortable Master Doreen was around her, what were the possibilities that he didn't….like her? None had ever seen him with a female before, and the fact that they were so close to the hospital worried Sophia. What if Tessa accidentally hurts herself and her Master becomes enraged? — he unhesitatingly fires
Something surely was wrong. The aura emanating so excessively from his handsome self as he walked past the workers, and straight to the elevator, was that of… annoyance. Normally, most avoided him with the mindset that he was a heartless being who wouldn't be hesitant to fire anyone, and now that he was enraged, all were fearful. The employees of W Empire were instantly aware that none, and absolutely none, should fuck with Doreen Williams. He was fucking enraged, and no one wanted to find out why. Doreen could be seen settled on the leather chair of his office — his glass large rectangular desk had countless documents, and an opened laptop placed on it. Merely, it had been half an hour since he stepped into his office, yet the occupants of the gigantic skyscraper were busy as hell. “Wait…what the fuck is this?” A document that entailed the successful purchase of countless luxurious yachts filled the President with confusion. He couldn't remember giving out his signature for s