Lucien was literally used to sleeping alone and waking up alone but it seemed like things were about to be changed for him. It was now he had to get used to it or he would be pushed to later, he had pondered how to maintain his bond with his wife, however, everything he had been doing felt so uncomfortable.Waking up the following day with Margaret in his arms, he clearly remembered sleeping by the edge of the bed because he couldn't keep up with their closeness but she was found in his arms this morning, snuggling up. If he ever had the chance he would have left the room for her but she waited for him last night, ignoring all his excuses. She was so adamant and persistent, it reached a certain point where he was forced to give up. He thought perhaps it was his amnesia that made things difficult for him to relate with or maybe it was something else he was unaware of. After all, she was his wife so he couldn't tell her to keep some distance between them. While he was taking a shower,
He received a text from his wife that she'd be helping her mum out before dinner and she would be waiting for him. Lucien asked Mr. Robert if he could drive him to the mansion because there was no way for him to go there unless he knew the address. It was a piece of cake like Mr. Robert said he had always been the one driving him to Carey's mansion whenever there was an occasion.It was only thirty minutes after six, he wondered if he would be able to make it back to Gwendolyn tonight. However, he promised her and he intended to keep it no matter what. The car eventually drove into the mansion and halted in the garage alongside his wife's car. One of the security guards came over and held the door for him.“Welcome sir.” He bowed to him immediately Lucien alighted, holding a bag. He was cladded in a navy blue suit, glancing around the mansion, he wasn't familiar with the view nor could he relate to anything he saw. While Mr. Robert stayed back, the man led him in.Margaret must have
That night Lucien couldn't keep the promise he made to her. Although he apologized to her the following day and promised to make it up to her if he ever got the chance. Nevertheless, he had been swamped at the office and home, moreover to fully recuperate, he had to focus on what was important, which was his health. Battling with nightmares, and forcing himself to recollect his forgotten memories were huge risks he was willing to take and mostly it resulted in an awful headache. It had been three weeks since he last set his eyes on Gwendolyn, although they usually spoke on the phone. They were supposed to meet up on Friday night, four days ago but Gwendolyn had an emergency so their plan was canceled. She wasn't in the city right now and he had no idea when she would be returning. He had been waiting for her call or text since he already made up his mind not to distract her during her work period. With the help of Dr. Prescott, he had profound improvement lately. Being reticent, Luci
“See who eventually decided to step out of that prison!” Lilith mumbled underneath with sarcasm as she had a bite of the red apple in her hand.Her eyes were stinging, making it hard for her to see as she was ambling her way toward the kitchen. Lilith tagged behind her until she reached out to the refrigerator, and brought out a bottle of water and a cup, she filled the cup and then raised it to her mouth and guzzled all in a draught. “Where did all those gifts come from?” She eventually decided to inquire about all the wrapped presents she saw in the living room that was packed aside on a spot.Her eyes furrowed with puzzlement as she was piqued with curiosity. If everyone didn't realize how special the day was, she had to remember what the big day was all about. A frown shrouded over Lilith's mouth, still retaining the look of puzzlement on her face. “Have you forgotten today's your birthday?”She rolled her eyes. “Why would I? Is it a crime to ask where all the gifts came from? I w
“Did I keep you waiting?” Her calm mellifluous voice came from behind, prompting him to veer around to be sure it was her. He couldn't conclude when she never returned his call. He was damn worried, thinking that he had said what he wasn't supposed to say last night.Although part of him regretted how he ended things abruptly with her he was aware of her feelings. He wouldn't have told her about his wife yesterday if he knew today was her birthday. “It hasn't been long since I got here. Thanks for coming.” “About the text, I didn't reply since I was going to come, I thought it was not necessary. I'm sorry if you're upset.” She apologized while getting close to him. Now that they were standing next to each other around the poolside, she began to feel awkward.“No, I'm not upset. What matters now is you're here. Happy birthday, Gwen. I hope you had a lovely day.” She inhaled deeply as she gazed around. “Yeah, I did. Kathryn never stopped asking about you and she bragged about her cak
Margaret could scarcely sleep all night, her mind was overwhelmed with a series of thoughts running through it. Ever since he left the room, he never returned. She couldn't check him in his office because it requested a passcode to enter and Lucien had never shared his privacy with her on any occasions. He cherished his time alone. Waking up the next day, she was lazily lingering in his bed, hoping to see him when he entered. If he indeed remembered everything as he claimed, she knew what came after that. Back to being a cold-hearted man. When she heard the feeble footsteps, it was as if he wasn't walking at all, so gentle and feeble. She knew quite well that he was sauntering over to the bed. To her greatest surprise, he put his phone on the nightstand, not sparing her a glance even though she was pretending to be asleep while facing him. Lucien used the intercom to inform Mr. Robert to tell his driver to get ready, he would be down in thirty minutes. Without a word to her, he wen
“It hasn't been a week since you guys got a divorce, but I think I should ask if you're okay, Gwen,” Lilith said with concern as she fixed her eyes on the road.Gwendolyn glanced at Lilith and pouted while nodding. “Yeah, I'm good. Why are you asking?”“I'm just worried about you since you haven't said anything about it since the divorce. I'm always afraid when you're silent,” Lilith explained, hoping that Gwendolyn would share her feelings with her.“You have nothing to be afraid of. But I'll be perfectly fine.” Gwendolyn admitted to feeling uncertain about her emotions. She sometimes felt fine but at other times felt worse than ever. Despite this, she continued to act normal while concealing her true feelings. Lilith, however, could see through her facade.“How good is that?”“One hundred percent. Trust me, Lil, you have nothing to worry about. I'm okay. After all, it's just a divorce and not the end of the world. I'm glad Mr. Redgrave helped us handle the media, it seems like no on
Today was going to be a busy day. After checking his schedules, he knew he might never get the chance to go out with Jennifer as he had promised her. Also, he was planning to visit his grandfather after the board meeting scheduled to commence in the morning. As the vice chairman his presence was imperiously needed, many things had to be done at the company which was why he was leaving early.“Do you need me to drive you to the company today, sir?” Mr. Robert enquired on their way out.“I don't think that'll be necessary,” Lucien replied, not looking at him. On their way to the living room, he encountered Margaret, without sparing her a glance he walked past her, feigning ignorance of her presence. “All right, Sir.”Mr. Robert pivoted his head to look behind, he saw how she walked with reluctance with her gaze fixed on him instead of where she was heading. How many months had been since they were back to living like strangers? Perhaps two months now. Also, he could see how cold he had
“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