I sat at the table while waiting for my order. Up until now, I have not answered his call. He was persistent, and I didn't want to talk to him or hear what he had to say. My phone buzzed, and I stared at it. He was calling again. I put the phone screen down on the table and tapped my fingers to the rhythm. He's not bothering me. There aren't many people inside since it's past twelve. Until the food came, and I devoured it. I noticed someone staring at me from behind and turned to face them. But I didn't notice anything except for the passersby outside. I continued eating until I finished. I went to the fabric and craft store to buy fabrics for the design I will submit next week. When I bought what I wanted, I went out, but I noticed the woman who looked at me coming inside. I glanced at her as she was walking towards the counter and talking to the cashier, who also glanced at me. My phone pinged a message, and I looked at it. From Zach, telling me I should come back. I stopped a
How can I not respond when my body responds on its own? The taste of his lips was something I should not have tasted, and I won't be here in this position. My mind doesn't work properly, and I wanted more. He's a good kisser because he makes me want something I've never felt for Blake, even though my heart was in turmoil. He was like a sin, letting me fall into its wrongdoing. I wasn't Cairen, and she doesn't like him. Yet, all my rational thinking goes against me. I let my feelings go on their own, freeing myself for this moment. My arms were wrapped around his neck as I tasted him more and more. I felt his warmth and his heart beating against me. His hand supported my head and my back. When it all ends, can I fade away? "Will you stay?" he asked, his arms encircling my waist, his head at my neck, and his warm breath tickling my skin. I stared at the ceiling of the room as we lay on the soft bed. How long have we been lying here? The kiss did not end in the kitchen but in this b
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
Zach and I stood there in the crowded room, surrounded by the people we loved, when Grandfather Alexander made the announcement, we had all been waiting for. "I'm cancer-free," he said with a small smile, his eyes flickering with relief and gratitude.Tears prickled in my eyes as I watched him, unable to believe that after more than a year of confinement in the hospital, he had finally overcome the disease that had plagued him for so long. Although he still struggled to stand properly, his physical tests were gradually improving, thanks to the tireless work of his therapists.But then, the room erupted with another shout, and I turned to see Haze leaping onto the table, a wild grin spread across his face. "It's a boy!" he screamed; his arms flung wide in jubilation. "I'm having a son!"Zach's hand tightened around mine, pulling me closer to him as we shared in the joy of the moment. He beamed at Haze; his pride evident in his every movement. He kissed my forehead, his joy overflowing.
I couldn't help but wonder what was preventing him from advancing. Was he getting increasingly irked with the current ambiance in the hallway, now that I was present? He approached me, causing me to feel a flutter of nerves. I wasn't sure if I should flee or stand my ground and watch him come closer. "Casslie, it's been a long time," he said, speaking slowly as I cautiously met his gaze. "I had no idea you were here in the Philippines too." "I've been here for over a week now," I responded succinctly, and he studied me intently. Of course, Casslie! Iffin you! He's probably just visiting his grandfather! What else would he be doing here? "I was on my way there now," he answered, and I gazed at him thoughtfully. I informed him that I would be heading back to Grandpa Alexander's room to say farewell. We made our way to his room in silence, with my mind focused on the jumbled thoughts swirling in my head, and Zach simply observing the flowers he had placed on Grandpa Alexander's tabl
I couldn't help but inhale deeply as I listened to her words. My heart felt heavy as I struggled to process everything she was saying. "H-how is he doing, Bella?" I finally asked, my voice filled with concern. "He's okay... I think," she said with a shrug as she leaned back into her chair. "He never opens up to me about his problems. He keeps everything to himself and refuses to share what's going on in his head. Every time I ask him, he just says that he's got it under control. I know deep down he's still struggling with what happened to our grandfather, especially now that his condition has worsened." "I heard about it from our grandmother," I said softly. She smiled at me and I felt a wave of comfort wash over me. "No matter what mistakes our grandfather may have made, Casslie, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive him. You have no idea how long he's been waiting for you to come back and visit him. He's been beating himself up for causing you and your brother pain. He
Due to my question, she gasped. It wasn't just her who was surprised because even Grandma was startled by my question. "Che-Cheska?" "Just answer, Cairen," I said without hesitation, swallowing her fear. Based on her face, it seemed she didn't know how to answer my question. "Is that result yours or were you blackmailed by Cheska before?" "It's mine," she replied confidently, taking a deep breath. "The baby died when I gave birth to her. I wasn't even able to hold or see her before they took her away to Grandma." I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at Grandma who was now silent. She looked at me when she noticed my gaze on her. "I wasn't able to show her to Cairen because the doctors on duty then forbade me to," Grandma answered, looking down. I know Cairen didn't want to remember the death of her first child, so she didn't question it anymore. Sadness and tears were also evident on her face, so instead of asking questions, she just remained quiet. We continued to wander around th
As I sat at the dinner table with my parents, Papa posed the question that caught me off guard, "Do you want to visit him, daughter?" The mere mention of Zach sent my mind spiraling and a warm flush rose to my cheeks. "I don't want to see him anymore, Pa," I answered, unable to hide the bitterness in my voice. Mama and Papa exchanged a concerned look, aware of the tension between Zach and I. "God knows how much I hate him..." "His grandfather, daughter," Papa corrected me gently, a hint of amusement in his voice as Mama let out a small laugh. "We were asking if you wanted to visit him in the hospital, daughter." My words had made me feel ashamed, and I struggled to meet my parents' gaze. "There's no reason for me to visit him anymore," I replied softly, before returning to my meal in silence. The thought of Zach lingered in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder about his whereabouts. But I didn't dare bring him up in conversation, as it seemed to be the only topic my parents wan
After much contemplation for two weeks, I finally made the decision to return to the Philippines. The thought of it weighed heavily on my mind, but once the decision was made, I felt confident in it. Blake had promised to visit me whenever he had a vacation or gigs in the country, and Alice and Katana had also pledged to accompany me. With their support, I felt motivated to search for a suitable place for us to stay, just like we had in the past. As soon as I stepped off the plane, I was greeted with a loud, joyful cry of "Casslie, my child!" from Mama, who then enveloped me in a warm, tight embrace. We held each other tightly as we reunited at the terminal. Grace, Lucia, and Evan were also there to greet me, but Aldridge was nowhere in sight. Despite this, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. "I told you, it's you that I saw at Forçe last time," Grace said before she smiled at me and hugged me, which I returned. Even though our relationship wasn't good the las
The desire for silence was overwhelming. All I wanted was to escape to a tranquil place with Blake, where we could just be together without any distractions. But ever since Zach reappeared in my life, something had shifted. My decision to retreat from the world was no longer so simple. Despite everything that had happened, I still loved Zach. The guilt I felt towards Blake was overwhelming, as if I had been using him to forget the past. Had I really been so callous as to use him as a distraction? Lost in thought, I looked up to see a familiar face not far from me. Grace. She was beaming with happiness, chatting animatedly with the man beside her - Aldridge. It was hard not to feel a twinge of envy as I watched them from afar. As I watched the couple, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing mixed with regret. It was evident from their smiles and the way they looked at each other that they were genuinely happy together. But the happiness that I felt radiating from them only served
To be truthful, I was uncertain. For the past few months, Zach had become an integral part of my life. I had learned countless valuable lessons from him, and whether I acknowledged it or not, my feelings for him still lingered. I tried to conceal my emotions, but it seemed like my actions always betrayed me and revealed my true feelings towards him. I had spent two consecutive days with my parents in my condo unit. We passed the time by binge-watching N*****x shows and honing our cooking skills. Despite my slow progress, my mother never gave up on teaching me. "It's not bad anymore," my mother praised as she took a bite of my dish. questions about Blake from my parents had finally ceased. I was at ease, not having to worry about what to say if they were to inquire about him again. However, this also left me with a sense of unease as I wasn't sure how to answer them should they ever bring him up again. Days passed, and my life resumed its normal routine. But with each passing day, the
After the nurse in the nearest hospital treated my wound, we left. I was walking side by side with Zach towards the parking lot. I didn't say anything when he told me that he missed me. He hates me, why should he say that? "Thank you. But you don't have to take me," I said and looked at my phone with the cab to see when it would arrive. "We need to talk," he said, and looked at my bloodied shirt. "And you need to change your shirt." I looked at him seriously. "What are we going to talk about? Oh, you are planning to ruin my reputation after what I have done." He sighed wearily. "Not about that. Let's talk in a quieter place, not here. In the restaurant.” Even if I am stubborn with him although he was more stubborn than me and he was good at persistent. "Okay," I agreed. I didn't know which restaurant we were going to but it was far away from the mall. Until he stopped at a restaurant I had never been to. He didn't come out and stayed where he was sitting which made me wonder.