After he got off the call, he gave Denise a reassuring look and announced.“It is possible he just picked up his phone from wherever. He will call you back now. Take your tea and let us go.”“It is okay.”Denise sipped his tea while Mr. Fields waited for him. He had already picked his car keys and ready to leave. When Denise was done with his tea, he stood up just like Mr. Fields, and they walked to the car before they drove off. While in the car, they continued their discussion on the marriage between Arthur and Nichole. After about ten minutes’ drive, they arrived at Mr. Fields' apartment. He parked at the car park and spoke, “Denise, I understand how you feel. It is obvious that Louis did not want to speak with you, for a reason, we are yet to find out.”Then, Denise unfastened his seatbelt and let out a dry smile before he said.“I knew he was not going to call. All the same, I appreciate you for urging me to call. Otherwise, I would not have known that he deliberately disappointe
Now, she remained calm on his chest while his thought wandered about, ranging from when he ignored her romantic advances to when he began to love her, above all, their visit to the tombs.'What if these men came up, and she abandoned me? But Williams approved my love to her.’He assured himself. Now, he held her firmly to his chest, as though someone wanted to snatch her away from him. Then, he encouraged himself further, “He would not allow another man to have her either.”Nevertheless, Nichole, who could not go back to sleep with such suffocating grip, mistook his action for being horny and reciprocated by slipping her hand into his shirt and began rubbing his chest. Arthur, who was more interested in protecting her, remained calm, but she continued with caressing and massaging him. She moved her hand from his stomach to his manhood and looked up to his eyes. When they had eye contact, Arthur became soft and melted when she whispered, “Arthur, I love you and will always be yours.”
“Yes, Young Master.”“Don't grant him access to the estate anymore. Did you get me?”“Yes, Young Master. But he is still in the estate.”“What?”“Yes. He is yet to exit.”“Where could he be? Father said he had left his apartment.”“We have not seen him.”“Then, comb the estate and arrest him for loitering and suspicious movement. I'm on my way.”“All right, Young Master.”That Saturday was a nightmare in the life of Stephen. After he left Arthur's apartment, he got into his car and began to grumble and curse. When he got tired of fighting someone who was stronger than him, he deemed it fit to robe himself with more troubles and put a call across to Denise, which he regretted. After Denise scorned him, he rested his head on his car steering for a few minutes and pondered on the discussion he had with Arthur a few minutes ago.(Yes, being with the right partner will guarantee the success of the relationship if each person works hard to be the appropriate partner.)“Could Ann be the appr
“Do you wish to be the person who will kill this whoreson dog, who does nothing but going about sampling women all over the world?”Now, Freya's words penetrated into his bones deeper than Denise' punches. But Freya was not done yet, she was only on a rehearsal before the performance. Likewise, Phil took Denise and walked him towards his car to stop him from further violence. Then, Freya faced Mr. Stephen, looked into his eyes and continued cursing.“You rapscallion, who go about breaking homes after abandoning your child with an innocent woman. Do you want to practice those nefarious activities on my mother? Scoundrel like you. Do you want to be a bad influence on my brothers?”While Phil was speaking with Denise, he looked around and saw his wife talking to her uncle disrespectfully, then he called out her name before walking towards her.“Freya.”Just like Denise, she must dish out to Stephen all that she had prepared for him before answering her husband.“Rascal, you want to pract
While they were relaxing, Mr. Fields saw the occasion as the right moment to delve into the discussion he had with Denise concerning Olivia's decision to be self-employed.“Angel.” He called. Olivia and Denise looked away from the television simultaneously and fixed their gazes on him, and she answered, “Yes, Mr. Fields.”“Your husband had told me of your plans to be self-employed.”“Yes, Mr. Fields.”“That is good. So, what are your plans?”“I have designed a website for tutorials on ICT. I intended to hold online classes for students who may be interested.”"That is good. Did you design the website by yourself?”“Yes. I designed it by myself.”Denise, who had not created the suitable time to look into her project, was dazed with his wife's brilliance. Then, Mr. Fields continued, “That is good. The e-commerce website will help you.”Now, Olivia refuted, “No Mr. Fields, it was not an e-commerce website that I designed but an educational website.”“Wow! Are there differences? I thought
Arthur smiled and commended, “It is okay. Are you bored?”“Yes. I wish we could drive out.”Arthur consented to her request with the belief that when they get to the bridge, they will cross it. Indeed, when they got to the bridge, they crossed it. “Do you mind if we go for a walk around the estate? I did not go for my morning walkout today.”Nichole accepted his suggestion with enthusiasm, “Wow. I should have thought of that.”Being proactive is not frailty, it is his way of protecting those he loved. At least, the estate was safe for her at that moment.At Sevenoaks. Louis had not commented on the platform, but his silence was scary. Of all the bashing that Stephen got that day, Mr. Louis's plans against him were bloodcurdling.Now, Denise was too occupied with his wife. They spent the rest of the day with his Godparents that he did not bother to check the family platform. So, he was not aware of Julie's comments nor his brother's silence. Louis, who saw the post made by Denise aft
“I love you, my baby," he said, and released her. Olivia, who was craving, gave him another affectionate kiss before she said, “I love you the more.”However, Denise took good care of her, as her father was convinced. After dinner, Mr. Fields and his wife drove them back home.“Thank you for your visit. You made our weekend worthwhile,” Mrs. Fields appreciated.“Thank you for hosting us. We appreciate.”Mr. Bailey responded, and led his wife into their apartment. He was not afraid of beating up his uncle, Stephen, but he was afraid of a mysterious man who could be a mere figment of his imagination.At Stephen's Residence.He got back to his apartment after he left the Bailey's Native Home. Now, his shirt was already stained with blood, and he was embarrassed and afraid that his janitor may see him and suspect he had shoplifted and was beaten up. Then, he came up with an idea on what to do. After he parked his car at the car park, he honked and the janitor walked up to him and greeted,
Monday MorningArthur's fear was losing Nichole to another man. Although, he was a strong man, but the fear of losing the people he loved had been his weakness. He was in confidence of Nichole's love for him, but unless he possessed her legally, he would not be placid. He had to protect her until Thursday, when they would tie the nuptial knot, and he must devise a means of doing that.(Peck)“I am so glad that you are the first thing I will see every morning for the rest of my life. Good morning, my sunshine.”Nichole smiled as she opened her eyes gradually and responded.“Good morning, my Knight in shining armor.”She got up, sat down on the bed and yawned groggily while Arthur watched her with concern.“You look tired.”“Yes, hubby. I wish I can just rest at home today.”What a coincidence. He had been thinking of a way to make her stay at home until their wedding day. Now, he had gotten the opportunity effortlessly and must make judicious use of it. Then, her gave her another peck