William Sandler was in a good mood recently. Although his stoic face was still plastered on, those who were familiar with him could tell that. Today was the day for the buddies’ gathering. William Sandler, Mycroft Jones, Zachary Quaid, Dylan Hughes! The four of them were referred to as the Four Young Masters of City A. William had a cold personality, Mycroft was a playboy, Zachary was slick and diplomatic, while Dylan was wickedly cunning. The four of them had totally different persona
However, for some unknown reason, it was her favorite soap opera played by her favorite idol, but she just could not focus on it. The plot and everything else was done well, but she just did not have the mood for it. She kept looking at the time. Why was William not back yet? William did not tell her that he was gathering with friends, but told her that he was working overtime. Not that he was trying to lie to her, but it was not the right time for her to meet them yet. If he told he
At the moment of grave danger, Cecelia could not help but call out for William Sandler. Though what she had not expected, was for someone to respond to her plea for help. “Release her.” A sultry voice akin to that of William's sounded in the dark, and in her state of agitation and fear, Cecelia had believed that William was here to save her. The fact that the sun had long set across the horizon and all Cecelia could see was the faint silhouette from afar of a man not unlike William only fu
How could he possibly be okay, the knife was stabbed brutally into his chest, the racking pain it brought almost had Cyrus swearing into the high heavens. “Chupse…” He hissed, “That merciless bastard. Though fortunately, it’s I who got stabbed, should it be you lying here, you would surely be sobbing your eyes out.” “…” ‘Was she that much of a crybaby?’ “This is the third time, isn’t it, pretty lady? Every time we meet, things go up in flames for me,” Cyrus says humorously, “I either get h
William Sander was met with the chill of an empty room when he returned home. With no sign of Cecelia Shayne anywhere. Hastily, he made a move to call her, only for it to go straight to voicemail. ‘Perhaps Cecelia had grown bored at home by herself and gone to hang out with Grace Turner,’ he assumed, calling Grace next. “Hello, William Sandler? Did you and Cecelia fight again?” Was the first thing Grace said when she picked up the phone. Why else would the William Sandler call her lat
To deceive her again and again, had he perhaps forgotten she was no saint but rather a human with temperaments? Instead of feeling fear in the face of the little lady’s wrath, William found the situation rather cute. Especially how she went to look for him at the office. “You went to look for me, just to check if I lied to you?” Despite asking so, William knew that was not the case at all. For by the legs of Cecelia’s chair was one of the lunchboxes they had at home. ‘Cecelia must have g
The phone call lasted the better half of an hour before a lady walked into the hospital room. Cyrus was chatting light-heartedly with Cecelia when the lady entered, and his expression soured. “Why are you here?” Cecelia’s smile halted abruptly as well at the evident displeasure on the lady’s face. Looking back at Cyrus again, Cecelia’s instincts told her that his relationship with the lady was a complicated one. Cecelia told Cyrus, “I shall be going then, seeing how your friend has arrived
William Sandler was waiting right there when she stepped out of the hospital room. Cecelia’s expression darkened the moment she saw him. Without a word, she walked forward. William followed silently. Leaving the hospital, Cecelia waved for a taxi. William forced his way in right after her before she could shut the taxi door. “Get out!” Displeasure was evident on Cecelia’s small face. “This is my taxi.” William spared her a glance and told the driver their address, not before he closed