Without sparing him a glance after his apology, she sauntered casually to the bed, she put down her handbag, and while sitting down she also extended her hand to her feet to take off her strap-heels. “It's futile, you know… because I'm not angry.” She raised her gaze, turning her head to her left side to catch a glimpse of his reaction. “I thought you were upset about it since I didn't listen to you.” He stuffed his hands in his side pockets, standing firmly on the floor as he stared back at her. “I was upset but not entirely about what you did at the party. I wanted to punch him if I ever got the chance. Next time, you should listen to me. You would have gotten into trouble with Austin. He's an asshole and I can't handle him.” With honesty, she stated. She ran fingers through her hair, and with her gaze still fixed on him she rose. She raised her hands to her shirt and started unbuttoning. ”How did you convince her to stay? What did you tell Claudia?”“It's nothing important. M
“What are you doing here, Jeff?” Gwendolyn enquired. She was surprised to see him standing next to his car in the parking lot. She just finished modeling for the fashion industry along with other agents, she was on her way to returning home. It had been a long day and she was already tired.Jeffery grinned with a hand stuffed in his pocket, he sauntered up to her, tilted his head, and pecked her on the cheek. “How was your photo shoot?”“It was awesome. You haven't answered my question. What brought you here?” Her eyes narrowed at him, impatiently waiting for him to answer her.Lilith ambled away, heading to where their car was since she noticed they might need some time alone. “Hello, Lilith. How're you doing?” Jeffery managed to wave at her while observing Gwendolyn's body.“Pretty good. I'll be waiting in the car, Gwen.”“Have you forgotten? You told me you'd be here yesterday when we talked. I remember the time and the location.”“Oh,” She gave a feeble response.“You know you pro
After unraveling the whole confusion, Claudia couldn't help but wept. Much as she tried not to break down while sitting next to her on the sofa, tears trickled down her cheeks uncontrollably.She was heartbroken. The awful feeling of being lied to by the one person you trusted, and loved most was unbearable for her to conceal. The moment Gwendolyn ended her last statement with ‘I'm sorry. I lied to you’ She had the yen to yell at her, stomp out of her room but all she could do was stare at her, nearly speechless. She didn't know how to begin her word. The man she had started to get fond of was no one but a stranger. A future she presumed for both of them was false. They dashed her hopes. Now she eventually understood her words when she told her never to get her hopes up.It felt like something sharp pricked her heart. Perhaps it was the truth that pierced her heart like a dagger yet it hurt like hell, leaving her hopeless as her eyes bore sadness in them. She parted her mouth to say s
“I'll take the next table.” Cindy stopped him while he was heading toward the table with a tray of coffee and snacks, Zayn halted, collected the tray, spun around, and then returned to the counter.She sauntered casually to the fifth table, she set down her coffee on the table before a plate of snacks, then glanced at the lady who was secretly admiring Zayn at where he was standing.“Enjoy your coffee,” Cindy said cheerfully, attempting to return to the counter the lady grabbed her hand, stopping her from leaving.“Wait a minute! The man over there… can I have his number?” She enquired, using her misty eyes to persuade her. Ever since she stepped in, she found it hard to take her eyes off him, every woman could simply lose their senses just by a glimpse of his alluring face. Everything about him was enough to be mesmerized by.Cindy glanced at him before whipping her eyes onto the lady sitting in front of her. No doubt, if she was to predict her age she would probably be in her late t
Gwendolyn would do anything to avoid that. Most of the time she visited, she always ended up having a dispute with Mr. Brook. One of the reasons she never loved going home was because her father saw things differently. Still, she had to go. Before he informed her about Kathryn's pregnancy, she had called her on her way coming from the hospital. Claudia was the only one that didn't fancy having her around, Gwendolyn didn't have a problem with anyone.After getting dressed, she sauntered out of her room. She ambled to his door, knocked gently, and waited for him to respond. She knocked again but did not respond. She stalked away from his door to the living room. He was already in the living room, holding a tie he probably needed her assistance with.She had seen him many times, however, strangely everything about Zayn always made her appreciate the creator. She secretly observed his face, trying not to appear like a lewd woman because she was drooling over it, she couldn't help it.“Cou
“I thought you were going to take a long break after your last shooting, you asked me not to accept any job for a while. Why now all of a sudden?” Lilith rinsed the apples and put them in a bowl before moving away from the sink.Gwendolyn, who was engrossed in a script flipped to the next page, moistened her lower lip before replying. “I never planned to take a break, definitely not now. I just won't take any job that'll keep me out of the city for a while.”She was literally confused by her answer. She sliced the apples into a dish, placed a fork on it, and then pushed it over. “You didn't tell me you have something important to do here for a while.”“Something important?” She tugged on a fork, moved the apple to her mouth, and ate. She shook her head vigorously.“Yes?” When she looked eagerly at her, she couldn't get the answer she was seeking because her eyes were regular. They had no glimmer of hint in them.“I think he's also important. If I should take all these jobs on the tab
“The session should be over soon.” Dr. Stewart said with a shrug.Instead of replying, she checked her watch. She glanced at the exit while impatiently waiting for the therapy session to be over. “I didn't know it was going to take long. Like how many minutes are we talking about here?”“It won't be as long as the one you've spent it on.” When she frowned, she earned a smile from him and he shrugged his shoulders. “I was just kidding.” He mumbled.“Better be.”“Have you found any information about him or found any close relatives yet?” He enquired with a deep concern embedded in his voice.With a look of disappointment, she shook her head. “Not yet. However, there was a day he told me someone approached him, he hasn't mentioned anything about the person ever since that day. Do you think he's going to improve? It must be lonely for him.”“You care about him, don't you? I know he's your husband and all, but I don't believe anything from social media. Just give him some time, he'll get b
At first, he didn't realize what had happened to his grandson. When Zachary put a hand across his face but he stepped backward, his grandson only loathed body contact, especially with the people he didn't know. Doing the same thing to him made him wonder what had happened to him. He had a series of questions he wanted to ask. Why haven't you been coming home? What happened to you? A lot that he couldn't even remember all.A few months ago, he vividly remembered what his butler divulged that very day, Lucien left home without a bodyguard and also he didn't tell anyone who he was meeting that day or where he was headed. Being the grandson of a tycoon, he was aware of the kind of danger swirling around him like the wind at every corner, yet he left home without his bodyguards. For weeks, his corpse was never retrieved or found, yet Zachary presumed it was better to pronounce him dead after months of searching with shattered hopes. It had been five months, two weeks already. When he rec
“Your three days are over. Tell me, why should I accept that actress who supposedly used you?” The weight of frustration hung heavily in his mind as he whimpered, his voice laced with desperation. “How many times must I tell you that she didn’t use me? Shouldn’t you be grateful that she’s the reason I’m alive? You’re the one who refuses to accept Gwen, but I’m not marrying anyone other than her. I love her, and that should be all you need to know. Stop being such a stubborn old man.” Though Lucien’s anger had dissipated, a certain stubbornness still clouded his grandfather's acceptance of the woman he adored. He could sense that the unexpected invitation to the office was merely a prelude to their confrontation. “Of course, I'm mostly grateful for that. I would have given her a tower of gold if she was wise enough to report you missing the moment she found you. My great-grandchildren shouldn’t have a mother like her.” He declared, his voice steeped in disdain. “My children don't de
After showering, she sidled across the room to his walk-in closet. She selected a long blue shirt and wore it over her pants, the shirt barely reached her thighs, and her curly hair tumbled over her shoulders. She glanced at the mirror on her way out of the closet, she noticed her nipples were conspicuous, stiffened in the shirt, but she barely cared about that. She stroked a strand of hair behind her ear and dampened her lower lip.She seemed refreshed. Their conversation replayed in her head, echoing in her mind as each word reminded her of a tingling feeling she felt earlier. When he asked if she wanted to get married, she felt the yen to say yes if it was him; remarrying him would be a wish come true, but Gwendolyn still assumed they could be fucking buddies until both of them got tired of each other. After all, she believed it would happen one day. ‘If it's you then I don't mind. ’ She hit her forehead when she recalled what she said. She only said that during the heat of the mom
As the echoes of the conference meeting faded away, leaving behind an air thick with unspoken words, the last few attendees ambled out of the hall, their footsteps becoming feeble. A palpable tension hung in the atmosphere, settling heavily on Jace's mind like a suffocating air. He remained seated, his thoughts a chaotic like a total disaster, knowing all too well that he needed to confront the unyielding silence that stretched between him and Lucien. Every time their eyes locked, a flicker of unquenchable curiosity sparkled in Lucien's gaze, silently pleading for acknowledgment. He despised not talking to his elder brother and he didn't want to be the first person to break the eerie silence.“You look like someone who just lost his first love, Jace. What's the matter? Are you going to stay angry at me forever?” Lucien's voice sliced through the stillness, a sharp voice to the thick awkwardness they had both been sidestepping for days.Jace hardly reacted to the teasing remark. His ex
Immediately the call disconnected, Gwendolyn swerved around to look at him, holding her phone tightly. Her countenance wasn't pleasant, she was still worried despite her father assuring her everything was fine, he just needed her to be at the hospital with her stepmom.“Is everything all right?” His brows furrowed with confusion. Seeing how worried she looked, he couldn't gauge if everything was all right.With a shake of her head, “I’m not sure. I should be heading to the hospital now. He said she needs me there like I'm a doctor. I wonder if everything is fine as he said.” She enunciated impatiently. She stepped away from the chair, and then to the exit. Lucien tagged behind her as both of them ascended the stairs together. ”Hospital? Did something happen? Did he tell you what happened?“Yes. Remember I told you she's pregnant, right? I think it's almost time. She might be feeling uncomfortable. She'll need me there. She's in her third trimester. Fuck, I'm supposed to keep my phone
In the next second, they were back in his bedroom, still engaged in a passionate and lips-devouring smooch. Gwendolyn could scarcely explain how he brought her back to his room, the only thing she knew was when she eventually opened her eyes to look at him, they were both on their feet near the king-size bed. His mouth left hers in a swift motion, grazing her cheek down to her neck with kisses, her body quivering with nervousness. She was feeling nervous, and at the same time, her need was about to make her lose her mind. Every time his tongue brushed on her skin, her stomach always tingled. Suddenly, his hand caressed her back slowly, vaguely searching for a string. There, he found the zip. He zipped down her gown with reluctance. Even though he already felt his erection, hardening below, he was more willing to create room for a change of heart, if she wanted. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to stop him, they had both lost their minds in the pool of lust and love.“Ah, Lucien,” She
“Hi, Gwen.” He grinned winsomely, however, she leveled him a killer look as she contracted her lips into a frown.“You haven't answered my damn question. Are you stalking me now?” She seethed.“I’m not. Why are you avoiding me again? I thought we already talked about this yesterday. You won't answer my call or reply to my text, why are you doing this?” He enquired calmly, with one of his hands stuffed in his pocket.She hissed quietly as she rolled her eyes. “I told you, I don't want trouble. I just hope you'll understand this and leave me alone…because you're making everything hard for me by showing up before me. I can't deal with all of this.” She wagged her hands in the air, whimpering with frustration while trying not to look at him.Hearing that, he skipped a few strides close to her. He extended his hand to touch her so she could look at him but he hesitated. “Making everything hard for you? That's not what I'm trying to do. Do you have some minutes? Let's talk somewhere else, i
“Did you also threaten Mr. Robert the same way you threatened Gwendolyn?” Mr. Redgrave grinned cunningly. He spun around, walked up to a couch in his bedroom, and sat down carefully, holding his walk-stick close. He cupped his chin, staring at his grandson in a calm steady manner. “Did he say I threatened him?” His lips cropped into an indignation frown.“Isn’t that what you always do? Using people's weakness against them.”“Is that what you think of me, Lucien? Would you say that to the man who raised you and your siblings? That aside, Mr. Carey called me. Why are you bringing up a divorce now after two years of your marriage to his daughter?” “It has nothing to do with you.” He retorted.“It has everything to do with your grandfather. Have you forgotten we have a bargain?” He reminded him. If perhaps he had forgotten, he was more willing to remind him about it all.His body pulsed up with anger. Every word his grandfather said kept hitting his nerves. He was at the peak of losing
“I surmise I was worried for nothing.” Immediately after the teleconference ended Margaret puffed out a sigh of relief, shuffling away from him to get seated on the couch in his home office. “It’s late,” He glanced over the wall clock. It was already past midnight and he was tired after a long day. If the project wasn't important to Margaret he wouldn’t have assisted her. His resting time was important to him more than anything else.“Thank you so much. I'm so lucky you're my husband, Lucien.” She muttered, pausing for air before continuing. “There's something I'd like to discuss with you but it seems that you're drained tonight. Maybe tomorrow.” She struggled with words, hoping that wouldn't provoke him.“Yes, I'm tired and I can't listen to anything right now. Also don't get your hopes up,” He shut his laptop, rose from his swirling office chair, then took his phone on his desk and headed toward the door. She watched him until he exited the office. She puffed out a despairing sigh
“I'm not supposed to tell you this.”Perplexed, his brow ceased. “Tell me what? Did my grandfather threaten you?”She groaned with frustration and dampened her lower lip to hide her anxiety but her lips were still trembling. She attained her erect posture, staring deeply into his mariner blue eyes, she breathed out slowly and then turned to the chair. She sat down and gestured to him to do the same. However, he remained on his feet, stuffed his hands in his pockets, impatiently waiting for her to divulge every secret she was holding in.“I was invited to Redgrave mansion, and at first, I thought it was you who sent the invite. It turned out to be your grandfather, Mr. Robert, who approached me. I realize that what I did to you was terrible. However, I want to remind you that I asked for your consent, and you agreed to marry me. I didn't understand why people thought I had forced you into this. If you had refused that day, I would have accepted it, although I might have still tried to