The warmth was comfortable, and as I moved closer, my back touched a hard chest. I sensed the calm movement of his breathing as I inhaled his faint scent, and realized his arm encircled my waist with his other leg between mine while the other rested on my right leg. We were sharing a blanket.I opened my eyes, not moving my body except for my head to look at him. His eyes were closed while his other arm was on my pillow.How did we end up like this? I can't move, I'm sure he'll wake up if I do that. I turned my head, and my gaze moved to his slightly longer hair, hiding some of his handsome face. I lifted my hand and parted it.If I wake up and see this face every day, I will never get bored. I can watch him sleep, but thinking about it was weird.I never thought like this with Blake, although he was always the one doing it to me, which is strange sometimes. He always wakes me up with a shake and teases me about how I was sleeping just to make me laugh.Although we didn't share a bed u
I watched him as he continued painting. He was skilled as his hand moved on the canvas and the palette, and his handsome face was serious, concentrating on what he was doing. Then I stared back at the mini canvas in my hand, remembering how he had urged me a while ago to try painting because it was relaxing. But all I did was glance at it, not knowing what to draw. I was sitting on the gray beanbag chair a few steps away from him. "Did you create something?" Zach asked out of the blue, glancing at his side. I pouted, grabbing the paint brush. "No, I am still thinking. It's not relaxing, Zach, it's pressuring me.” He laughed softly. "Why don't you draw a butterfly? Try that way." "You know I am terrible at this, but I try," I said. A butterfly, hmmm... I formed the butterfly I wanted and imagined myself as if I were just creating a design for my clothes. When I was satisfied with my sketch using the black paint, I let it dry. Later, I asked Zach if Aldridge ever found where my p
I don't know what to say to his question. I remained silent as we hugged each other. If only I could like him as I am. But I can't; I was doing this for Grandma and Cairen's sake. I will not let myself completely fall for him. I have a plan for life after this marriage, and I will forget him along with my feelings. But I will enjoy and cherish every moment I have with him. I looked at the finished portrait painting. And he had finished it in two days. My hand touched the dried paint of my image. I had no intention of painting him, but he insisted after he finished the portrait of his grandfather. "It's so beautiful," I said breathlessly. Then turned my head to look at Zach at my side. I thought he was staring at the portrait, but to me it was his beautiful smile. "You are beautiful," he muttered, snatching my breath away. The only thing I could do was wish for something impossible. "Thank you for this. But I can't take it." I returned it to the painting stand. Because seeing myse
I was pacing back and forth in the room while I bit my lower lip. What should I do? Zach had told me last night that I was expected to attend the launch of the CZ record company next month.And he was expecting me to perform. My hand went cold, and I lost the ability to make excuses.What should I do? I'm not Cairen. I tried to call Grandma, but she wasn't answering my calls. I became more and more worried about why she didn't answer my texts or even my calls anymore.Then I stopped and looked at the full-body mirror. My face was very pale, and my heart was beating restlessly. I think I'm going to have a heart attack.What will I do? I looked at my suitcase on the side of the bed. What choice do I have? There are many reasons why I can't leave. Iffin.I hate you for making this hard for me. I sat on the bed with tears in my eyes and contacted Mikaella.She immediately answered my video call. I always saw her online; does she have nothing to do in life? "Hello, Mika, do you know how Gra
I was sipping my coffee, but the shock was still with me, and I didn't know what to say. Arrabella was pregnant, and I suddenly thought of what Mika told me. Could she be what Mika is talking about? Impossible, she was in Canada, and Haze was in South Korea. Maybe that's just a coincidence. Right, it's a coincidence. I nodded for myself. I watched Zach busy cooking our breakfast, although I noticed his deep thoughts. He doesn't want to talk about what happened to his sister. And Arrabella was too young to be a mother. She had not finished senior high school. I took the phone and messaged Arrabella that we should talk. She hasn't been online for a few days. There were also no posts on her timeline after he returned to Canada. It's strange to me because she always posts something about her life. "When did you know?" I asked just in case he would answer my question. He stopped for a moment to put the egg on the plate, and then turned off the stove. He placed the plate on the table b
I got up to get some juice and cookies before going back to the living room. He didn't answer my question about why he wanted to talk to Zach. "Have some," I said, placing what I brought on the table. Without a word, he took that juice and consumed half of it. He then wiped his eyes, hiding in his shade. I only realized that he was crying. "Haze, you can tell me." He lowered the glass and cleared his throat. "When will he come home?" "Next week, he will be with his brother now. What do you want to talk to him about?" I will be bothered if I don't get an answer from him. This cousin of mine was so mysterious. "You cut your hair. By the way, did your family know you were here?" He shook his head. I gasped. "Haze, did you run away because you didn't want to take responsibility for what you did?" I was annoyed. I would not tolerate him, even though we are cousins. "I'm not running away from my responsibility. Why am I here to ask your husband's favor in accepting my proposal for
My smile remained fixed on me as I approached the gate, and my phone buzzed inside my shoulder bag. I was sure Zach was calling me, and I wouldn't answer it even if he got annoyed. I was laughing maniacally inside my head like an evil antagonist that was up to no good. I hope he got irritated. Until I reach the second floor. I was surprised when I noticed the familiar woman approaching me. She was not one of the students, and she was wearing a beautiful casual dress. The sly smile was on her lips, which made me nervous as to why she was here. "What a coincidence seeing you here." Cheska said it with an amused expression. The way she looked at me was like she had something in her hand for me. I ignored her and was about to pass her, but she grabbed my arm. "Why run away, kitten?" she asked in an annoying tone. "What do you want?" I faced her, and I removed her hand from my arm. She widened her smile. "I don't want anything but revenge. I want to see your face before I pull the bo
I rested my head on the car seat. Grace and Lucia were asking who, and they insisted, but thankfully Zach came. "Are you feeling better?" he asked worriedly, as the car was moving away from the university. "Yes," I answered with a smile, although I was lying. My head was aching from the problem I had. I must talk to Cheska soberly, not with her anger toward me. "Evan explained that the woman slapped you due to a misunderstanding. Is that true?” I sensed anger in his tone. I can't tell him about Cheska. He will do something that will anger her even more. "Yes, and it's my fault." I glanced outside the window, not wanting him to notice that I was lying. He gripped the steering wheel hard. "Your fault? She had no right to slap you. Tell me, who is she?” I sighed. "Zach, no need. It's my fault, and I deserve it.” "You deserve it? Are you hearing yourself? She had no right to slap you so hard that you fainted. She needed to know her place,” Zach explained, his jaw clenching. "You d