The next morning Blakely wakes up with a big disaster. She couldn't move from her bed. She lay on her back staring at the ceiling of her very clean room. Her eyes blinked repeatedly. She wanted to roll to the right, but that required more effort to do. What she thought was fine, turned out to be not at all.This morning she woke up feeling very sick. Her entire body, from her neck to her calves, was in excruciating pain. She couldn't move and was gasping for breath from the unbearable pain. Last night before going to bed she had taken the medicines given by the doctor. Previously she had been told that her body might be sick the next day and she was advised to rest immediately. But yesterday she had too much work to do. Rebecca's death and all sorts of emotions churning through her heart made her oblivious to her weak physical condition. And now she felt as weak as a decrepit old woman. She couldn't move her legs or arms to help her roll. She just stared blankly at the ceilin
Nickson turned around quickly. He didn't know since when Arthur had been standing in the doorway of his room, rubbing his half-closed eyes. Pajamas depicting astronauts and spaceships look wrinkled on his body. His copper hair, which was the same color as his, looked very messy, like a tangled palm broom."Why are you up so early? Can not sleep?"Nickson walked over to his son after he was done with the cuffs of his shirt. His tie was not properly attached and was still hanging from the collar of his shirt and dangling around his tough chest muscles."No Mommy was with me last night. Grandma can't read stories like Mommy."Something else he needed to deal with after Rebecca's death, Nickson thought grimly. Children are always the most difficult party to deal with these kinds of things. That's because they live with the thought that as long as they are young and unmarried, they are still under the responsibility of their parents. And as long as their paren
"Thanks for coming and being willing to look after Arthur today, Blakely."“No problem, Mrs. Hulya. I love looking after Arthur. He's a very adorable and smart boy."Blakely arrived around eight-thirty at Nickson's in an Uber. She still hasn't gotten a new car and her insurance is in the works. The reason she was late from the time she promised Mrs. Hulya was that she had to come to the police station and deal with all sorts of tedious red tape. She was even asked to testify in court two weeks later to determine the sentence the reckless truck driver would receive. And since it was the driver who had made a mistake, she would get compensation money from the company that hired the driver. It's just that everything requires a process. She was asked to complete various kinds of documents required by the company to withdraw the money. Blakely was annoyed with all the bureaucracy that made it so difficult for her. If only she didn't need a new car, she wouldn't care a
He watched her leave from the gap in the curtain that he pulled aside and formed a small slit the size of one of his eyes. He wasn't going to risk her knowing that he was watching her from behind the closed window of his house. He had been a complete fool for thinking it would be nice to kick her away, but he wasn't. When he saw the sadness on her face, his heart sank and beat fast. He is like a devil who is very evil because he has torn her heart. And what did he just witness? Her shoulders shook before she got into the taxi and slammed the door shut. Is she crying? Was she sad after I kicked her out? Nickson was feeling ridiculous now. His feet were still glued to the front window of his house and he was observing the empty street that stretched out in front of his house. The taxi had just left, but Nickson could still see Blakely's frail figure up ahead, crying with shaking shoulders. Yeah, he's probably crazy! With a huff, he backed away and headed for the kitchen. He wanted to
"Antonio! I was really surprised to find you at my door.” "Morning. Thank goodness you're awake." "Oh I'm sorry, my clothes are inappropriate to greet you." "There's no need to be shy, Blakely. It was my fault for coming so early. By the way, I brought breakfast. Waffles, croissantwich, classic staples, donuts, pancakes with bacon and maple syrup, whatever you want Blakely.” Blakely widened her eyes in surprise and laughed when she saw the large paper bag that Antonio was carrying. "That's a lot, Antoni. I'm not sure I can finish it all." "Well, I don't know your favorite breakfast. Besides you're a chef, I'm a bit confused to bring food for someone who is used to cooking her food.” Antonio's jokes made Blakely laugh out loud. For a moment she forgot all her sadness this morning and the condition of her body was still a little sore. This man was exactly what she needed in the morning. “I ate pancakes and bacon. Come in.
By about five-thirty Blakely was ready at her restaurant. She looked stunning in a sleeveless knee-length dress, her shoulder-length hair was flowing down and decorated with a silver butterfly hair clip. It was a gift from an old friend when she was still studying culinary arts. Today she wants to bring all the positive energy she had when she was still studying culinary arts. Even though the little gauze was still on her forehead—which served as a daily reminder that the accident was real, she tried to look as cheerful as possible on this day. She shouldn't mess things up and has to look perfect. "All the dining tables are covered with tablecloths, Tyson?" "Don't worry, Ms. Blakely. Amber and I haven't forgotten a single table. We've put up all the tablecloths in the dining room on the first and second floors." "Good thanks." Blakely smiled in satisfaction. Her eyes moved around the decorations in her restaurant which looked stunning. All the plants
Blakely suddenly appeared while holding Arthur in her right hand. She looked amused and confused at the same time as Nickson who just stood outside her restaurant like a statue. He hadn't moved an inch from where he was standing since she had left him to escort her guests into her restaurant. If Arthur hadn't asked where his Daddy was, she wouldn't have remembered that Nickson was still standing outside her restaurant with an annoyed face. "I didn't get an invite. I don't think I should go inside." "Tsk, don't be ridiculous. I'd like to invite you of course, but after what happened that night, I'm having my doubts. You probably don't want and don't like being here." That's right. I'd rather drown myself in the office with all kinds of documents to read. "I came on mom's orders, she couldn't attend because her community needed her presence for meetings with the church officials where she was a regular donor." "It's ok, I know she's v
“Is that your reaction to welcoming me? You are evil for not inviting me here.” Blakely still couldn't believe this. Axel Howarts at the opening of her restaurant? For God's sake! There was nothing crazier than seeing Axel appear before her. The man was the super busy person she had ever known. Twice she had made an appointment with the man four years ago and three years ago, she had to change her schedule many times just because Axel had other more pressing work because he was under contract with several brands, so he couldn't just ignore them. So it was a miracle that Axel Howarts could show up at her restaurant in Atlanta. Thousands of miles away from New York. "I thought you were busy. Well, welcome to Atlanta." Blakely hugged Axel tightly and warmly. One of her best friends apart from Marry Christin. Axel has helped her a lot to create spectacular dishes during her time at Marry's Steakhouse. His sharp tongue and frequent harsh criticism earned her more sparks to make her co
NOTE: Hi, this is only a small part of my latest story, THE DOCTOR'S SCANDAL. You can find Arthur's story after growing up here.Thank You The woman was wearing a short fuschia dress with spaghetti straps. She looks sexy, but she's not slutty. She wrapped herself in an untouched costly elegance. A simple gold watch wrapped around her wrist along with a beaded white gold bracelet. Apart from that there are no other accessories. There wasn't any ring on her finger. Her wavy auburn hair was like fire framing her resolute face. Ryker recognized Bella as a beautiful woman. Unfortunately, Bella has a mouth that is too presumptuous. Bella will not hesitate to snap at anyone who blatantly annoys her. "I wouldn't say that I'm glad to see you here." "I think so. But you are free to sit where you are, I will not kick you out.” “Well, this club is not yours. You can't kick me out while I'm here and paying for my drink." "I could have bought this place right now if I wanted to kick you out."
“I want to thank my management, my agent, and all my great staff, who have brought me to this point. Without their hard work, I would never be standing in this place to receive the most prestigious award in the field that I love so much. Oh and one more thing, a huge thank you to my dear husband, Ryker Rolland, who must be watching me from our favorite living room right now. It's a shame my husband can't be there to accompany me here.” “Bullshit!” Ryker turned off the television and threw the black remote onto the floor. A loud sound echoed throughout the silent sitting room. And then died silence. His beautiful and talented wife is a liar. Jessie had abandoned him for the sake of her career in the entertainment world. Now Jessie is in Milan, attending a prestigious award ceremony because her name is on the list of nominees. Jessie even left without telling him three days ago. Jessie reasoned that this trip was sudden and she didn't have time to tell him because her assistant had al
"Surprise!" Blakely exclaimed excitedly when the next day she got a surprise from Tiffany and Reese. They both suddenly came to New York and visited her in the hospital. Blakely has even been very annoyed lately because they don't seem to actively respond to every message she sends. But it looks like Reese and Tiffany deliberately looked nonchalant to surprise her. "Congratulations Nickson." Tiffany shook Nickson's hand and smiled gently. Then it was Reese's turn to congratulate Nickson. Suddenly the two of them became awkward. Reese held out his hand, and Nickson shook it stiffly. This was their first meeting after that day's beating. The two of them still looked awkward with each other, and Nickson suddenly asked Blakely for permission to come out to check on Arthur and her parents who were walking around the hospital garden. "I hope one day you two can chat more casually and sit together." Blakely looked at Reese with concern. "Stay cool. W
"Nickson, can you stay home today?" Blakely took over the tie that Nickson had just taken out of his dresser drawer, then she wrapped her arms around Nickson's neck. “Your birthday is still three weeks away, Honey. Don't use that excuse to keep me at home." Blakely pursed her lips pouting at Nickson. She let go of her hands that were wrapped around Nickson's neck, then she pulled Nickson's right hand and put it on top of her stomach. "The triplets are fighting in there, fighting to get out of their mother's womb first." "I don't feel anything," said Nickson mischievously, but then he immediately kissed Blakely's lips briefly and rubbed his wife's belly gently. "Is this a sign you're about to give birth?" "Who knows? Maybe yes, maybe no. But today I want you home with me. Can you? Please, Nick,” She showed her coquettish smile to Nickson. And her mischievous hands began to rise to caress Nickson's broad chest so that he chose to stay at home wi
Blakely yelped in surprise when Nickson suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to lie down next to him. Nickson wrapped his arms and legs around her until Blakely literally couldn't move anywhere. "Since when did you wake up? You overheard my conversation with Reese?” “You even speak very loudly. There's no way I wouldn't wake up." Nickson grumbled while keeping his eyes closed. Nickson's chin was above the top of Blakely's head and his nose breathed in Blakely's always pleasant scent. "Sorry. It is a tradition. He used to call me in the middle of the night at Christmas. He always wanted to be the first to wish me a Merry Christmas.” "Okay. I'll be second then. Merry Christmas my dear wife." “Merry Christmas my possessive and jealous husband.” Blakely pushed against Nickson's chest, trying to free herself from his arms and legs because she wanted to see Nickson's face. "What are your hopes for Christmas this year?
Blakely was awakened by the sound of the telephone ringing above the nightstand. It sounded noisy and deafening in her too-quiet room. And more surprisingly, the caller called her at twelve one minute at night. If it wasn't a madman, someone calling her this late or this early was a complete lunatic. The phone kept ringing loudly as Blakely tried to gather her senses. She had to crawl a little harder to reach for the phone, and then she put it to her ear without seeing the name on the screen. "Did I wake you up?" "Of course. What kind of madman is calling at this hour?” Blakely grumbled. She tried to get Nickson's hands off her stomach and shifted onto the headboard so her back could rest comfortably. She was surprised that Nickson didn't wake up at all, even though her cell phone was ringing so loud. Nickson sleeping like a baby beside her in a sideways position towards her looking so cute. Nickson does look handsome and cute only when he sleeps. If he wakes up, Nickson can be ver
Nickson sped to the hospital like a madman on a whim. All the bad thoughts danced in his head like a scary ghost. He imagined Blakely's condition was really bad because Blakely wouldn't have passed out if she wasn't sick. He was a complete fool for not thinking about Blakely's mental state because of their fight. He still thought Blakely would be as tough as she was before she got pregnant. Blakely is now as fragile as a feather. If a strong wind hit, Blakely wouldn't be able to do anything but fly in the wind.Damn me!Nickson cursed himself over and over again. He made a sharp turn into the fairly deserted hospital parking lot. He was grateful that no pedestrians were passing around the parking lot. He would probably hit them one by one due to the insane speed of his car. To avoid getting into trouble with the annoying security guard, this time Nickson parked his car where it was supposed to be. He took a place as close to the lobby as possible. Then he jumped down and dashed into t
Nickson put his glass on the table, then he leaned back against the sofa with a more relaxed feeling. "We did fight that night. We were both too stubborn and childish. I guess that's the main problem. It's not your fault we fought." "I kissed you that night." "Not the first, right?" Bella felt her cheeks blush under Nickson's deadly gaze. How could Blakely let a man like Nickson just slip out of her grasp? Bella cursed Blakely's stupidity in her heart. There are many women out there who want their position to be the woman Nickson loves. She even wanted Blakely's position to be an important woman in Nickson's life. But Blakely squandered her chance and abandoned Nickson. "I know I've crossed the line. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have tried to kiss you. But you're not mad at me?" "What for? Will my anger stop you?” Bella nodded slowly. Of course not. Even if Nickson cursed her, she would still kiss Nickson because she always wondered
Nickson got out of his Jag and slammed the door loudly. Blakely was still in the car, trapped by fear and trepidation. What will Nickson do to her tonight? Was Nickson going to beat her up and tie her to the bed like psychopaths usually do? Knock knock A knock on the window interrupted Blakely's thoughts. She stuttered when she saw Nickson command in a loud voice she could even hear in a soundproof car. "Down. Now!" With a very slow motion, Blakely unbuckled her seatbelt, then stepped out hesitantly. "We have conditions and issues we need to talk about." "Your parents are inside. We can't possibly fight in front of them." "I know." Nickson cursed inwardly. When he wanted to vent all his anger, his mother and father were accompanying Arthur in there. "I'll throw them away." "What? You are crazy. Don't be rude to your parents just because you're mad at me." "I'll do it slowly. Wait for me in my study.”