The thought of Flint’s adorable little face put a smile on Madam Stockton’s face. “I’ve never seen such a sweet kid. If only John had a kid as well.” “John’s still young. He’ll have a child sooner or later.” As her eyes shifted, Julie added, “But Master Carter has three strange children. All three of them have different personalities. They might share some resemblance in appearance, but that’s how far their similarity goes.” Madam Stockton’s face fell. “The oldest is quite like Master Carter. The not very well-behaved girl probably takes after her mom. It’s too early to identify personality markers on the youngest.” Julie chimed in. “Yeah. The youngest is the cutest. I hope he stays that way. He better not be like his sister.” Madam Stockton callously remarked, “That’s right.” “I think the kiddo is adorable,” standing behind them, Queenie mumbled under her breath. Madam Stockton turned her head and looked at Queenie. Her unsightly hairdo was an eyesore. “Adorable? The naugh
Seeing that Odell got her out of a fix during lunch, Sylvia decided to cut him some slack. She put her hand on his. The man’s dark brows on fleek and deep eyes reflected his surprise. However, the curl across his lips soon followed as he held her hand. “Take your time. Watch your feet.” Turning her head away, Sylvia paid him no heed. Odell quietly curled his lips. On the other side, John approached the shuttle bus after Odell. Standing next to Sherry’s seat, John checked Sherry out from head to toe before asking with a smile, “Do you need my help to get off the bus?” As cheerfulness lifted from her face, Sherry mimicked his fake smile and replied with a question, “Are you willing to help me?” “It would depend on whether you need it.” “I need if you want to, but I don’t if you won’t.” He was not the only one who had a way with words. John never broke character with the grin. “I want if you need. I won’t if you don’t.” Sherry responded, “Ha… Why don’t you guess if I
After getting ahold of himself, John reflected tenderness and joy through his facial features. With Flint in his arms, John turned around and said to Odell and Sylvia, “Master Carter and Mrs. Carter, let’s get in the car.”It did not matter to him whether Sherry had exited the shuttle bus as John carried Flint straight into the limo. Sherry jumped off the shuttle bus. “Give me Flint!” She went after John. Since it was not the time and place to pick fights with Odell, Sylvia let him take her into the car. It was a spacious vehicle. Sylvia and Odell were sitting down when Sherry squeezed into the seat next to John to fight over the baby. “Give Flint to me now!” John was too preoccupied with holding Flint to give her the time of the day. Sherry extended her arms to steal Flint back. John finally looked at her. Behind the lens of his glasses, his gentle eyes turned cold and hostile. Pale in the face, Sherry withdrew her arms, but nothing could stop her from mumbling he
Odell glanced at Flint in John’s arms. The little guy was tugging and pulling on John’s collar, the same kind of stuff Flint would do when he was bored. There was no hint of the separation anxiety suggested by John. Odell pursed his lips. “Sure.” It was still a good idea for John to hold Flint so that the baby did not come in between him and Sylvia. The estate was huge. They got out of the car, only for the resort host to pick them up on a shuttle bus. While on their way in, the host went on and on about the place. As John stated, the place boasted fantastic views and first-class recreational facilities. There was a massive playground just for the kids. The spa, sauna, steam baths, and so on were catered to the adults. It was everything Sylvia could think of and more. The shuttle bus first arrived at the children’s zone. Sylvia’s eyes lit up at architecture that could only exist in fairytales. Isabel jumped off the shuttle bus but not without calling Liam to come
There were not a lot of tourists at the estate, but that did not mean there were none. A few nearby people looked over as Sylvia was lifted off the vehicle. Sylvia covered her face. “Odell, what the hell are you doing? Put me down!” “Tell me where you want to go.” Lowering his head, he brushed his thin lips against her ear and murmured gruffly, “I’ll carry you there.” Sylvia, “…” She felt a creeping rush under her skin while rosiness flushed her cheeks. Sylvia shot him an angry look. “Put me down now!” Curling his lips, Odell put forth his charms. “You can start by telling me where you want to go.” Sylvia shoved her fury back down her throat. “I’m not going to go off on my own. I’m coming with you.” No sooner had Sylvia said it than she was put back down on her feet. Without a chance to step away from Odell, Sylvia was seized by the hand. “Come on. Let’s go over there.” Holding her hand, he led her to the pine tree forest. The pine tree lined up in neat rows w
The nerve of that prick. As if sweet nothings could make Sylvia get over all the hurt Odell had caused! Sylvia picked up the speed in her feet. All she could hear were the wind and the crushing of pinecones under her feet. The man, accustomed to power and prestige, was likely offended and would not come after her. Letting out a deep breath, she slowed down the pace. Just then, a flurry of footsteps drew close from behind. An arm slipped around her waist before she knew what was going on. Thud. She crashed onto a firm chest. With one hand apprehending her, the man used the other arm to drape the jacket over her shoulders. Looking up, Sylvia appeared in a daze. Was he not angry? Why did he come after her? Odell put his arms around her over the jacket. Sensing her gaze, he lowered his head and looked into her eyes with a scowl. “You have to wear it regardless.” His voice was raspy but reflected dominance. Sylvia pursed her lips. “What if I refuse?” He curled
Her lips were crushed and she found herself trapped in front of him with one of his arms as well. Sylvia had no chance of breaking away and could only reciprocate the kiss with her head held high. After some time, Odell finally released her. However, his cold face remained right in front of her eyes as his dark eyes were focused on her. “Even if you never intend on forgiving me, the only man you can ever be with will only be me. If you even dare think of leaving me, I’ll trap you by my side and not let you go anywhere.”Sylvia was taken aback. Then, she pushed him. “You’re impossible, Odell. Let me go!”Was he not supposed to think of a way to get her to forgive him?Why was he threatening her?Odell ignored Sylvia’s struggle to break free and pressed her further into his embrace. He rested his chin on her shoulder and said in a low voice, “Sylvia, I’ll never allow you to leave me.”“Odell, this isn’t the way to admit to your mistakes!” Sylvia shouted. All at once, Odell’s e
“Oh…” Sherry had not expected the water to be that cold. Luckily, it was not to the extent that she could not handle it. After sucking in a few breaths, she became more used to the cold. She then bent over and started to try and catch a fish. Surprisingly, the carp were quite agile despite being so fat. A school of carp swam away the moment she stepped into the water. Sherry did not manage to catch one carp even after bending over for a long time. Nevertheless, Flint became more and more excited. He kept laughing. Sherry felt embarrassed and crossed her arms across her front. She asked, “Flint, are you laughing at me?”Flint grinned. “Aunty…”He called her so sweetly. It was so sweet that Sherry could ignore the annoying John, who was staring at her strangely. “Just wait and see. Aunty will definitely catch a fish for you today!” As she spoke, she turned and walked forward. Sherry slowed her movements to prevent alarming the fish. She slowly bent down and inserted h
She was her usual self in every aspect. She put her heart into her job and never started trouble so long as nobody tried to start trouble with her. The crew cycled through their locations during their shoot. The constant travel made her skin break out slightly, but there were no other concerns otherwise. The shoot progressed very smoothly and within three months, they managed to wrap up everything at the mountainous region previously mentioned. It was nearly evening when they wrapped up the shoot. Holding a bouquet in hand, she took a group picture with the crew and celebrated with everyone. After that, she planned to hitch a ride with another crew member and leave for home. To their demise, some men in uniform who claimed to be the road maintenance technicians showed up to break the bad news to them. They mentioned that they had to repair some of the roads urgently and so the way home was temporarily obstructed. The director took his phone and called the city hotline fo
He remembered his first meeting with Isabel. She was sitting all by herself on the floor, in the middle of nowhere. Her vulnerable expression only made her more endearing. So, he managed to get her to go to his place and installed her in his home. He fell for her and paid careful attention to all her needs. It did not take long before Isabel caught feelings for him as well. The two of them got together in no time. Their days were plain and ordinary, but also very fulfilling, that was until he met Clarice. With the help of his father, his power struggle with Roland had reached a tipping point. It was at that opportune moment when Clarice’s father saw something in Roland and planned to wed his daughter Clarice to him to join up their families, which was a cause for alarm for Decker. He stressed over it for an entire night before approaching Clarice himself the very next day. Clarice quickly caught feelings for him as well. Furthermore, Roland had been foolish enough to reject
Decker was smiling quite earnestly at Isabel. Isabel threw a deeply suspicious look at him, then she glanced at the stack of documents laid out on top of the table in front of her. “Transferal of Shares.” She was dumbfounded. "I've gone through the contract, it’s safe to sign so go ahead.” Roland picked up a pen and handed it to her. "Roland, I..." "Sign it first, I’ll explain when we get home.” Isabel frowned and tried to protest. "I—" "Don't make me have to beg." Isabel did not know how to respond. Fine. She briefly scanned through the contract. The contract stated Decker’s agreement to transfer the remaining forty percent of his shares in Rockwell Corporation to her. Roland must have talked to the shareholders of Rockwell Corporation about this as well. They all regarded Isabel with polite smiles. Isabel had flipped through the final page of the document. She signed her name on one of the marked-out sections. She proceeded to sign all thr
They ended the call shortly after that. Isabel glanced at Martha and was hesitating if she should break the news right away. Martha seemed to have sensed her staring and suddenly turned to her with a flash of concern. "Isabel, what's wrong?" Isabel took a deep breath and broke the news. "Auntie, Master Rockwell just passed away." Martha's eyes widened. After a lengthy silence that lasted more than ten seconds, she started to break out in tears. She covered her face with her hands and expressed amid bouts of tears mixed with laughter, “Wonderful! About time! I hope he enjoys life in the underworld. God knows that someone like him will never deserve a spot in heaven!” Isabel did not know whether she should celebrate with Martha or console her. Soon, Martha began to collect herself. She briefly wiped away her tears and joyfully took Isabel's hand. "Isabel, let’s go shopping! I’m in such a good mood today, I’m going to go on a shopping spree!” "Okay. But Roland w
Isabel held onto Roland's hand firmly during the entire drive home after leaving the hospital. It was because Roland’s hands were cold and rigid. Isabel sat with him and tirelessly rubbed his hand to keep them warm. After one hand was warm, she would shift her attention to the other. By the time she managed to warm the other hand, the original hand would turn cold again. She decided it was easier to take both of his hands and caress them with the warmth of her palms. Roland looked at her with a gentle glow deep within his eyes. “Thank you, Isabel,” he said softly. Thank you for loving him, and for sticking by his side all this time despite circumstances. Isabel smiled. “I’m just warming your hands, it's no big deal. Still, you’re welcome." Roland smiled faintly and left it at that. Soon, his hands began to warm up off of the heat of Isabel’s palms. When Isabel felt that his hands were no longer freezing, she prepared to pull her hand away. That was when
Decker looked nothing like his usual self. The pompous, arrogant man who held himself far above others and who expected everyone around him to kiss up to him because he was superior to them all. It was as if he had been plunged not only to Earth but a pile of swamp. He had completely lost his usual grace. Isabel said crossly, "Decker, have you gone mental? Is everything going on too much for you?” “Yeah, could you help me?” he said with a coy smile, “Just one hug should be enough to take care of it all.” Isabel rolled her eyes. Without warning, he suddenly braced himself and lunged right at Isabel, stepping past Brandon who was caught off guard by this sudden attack. Isabel barely had time to react. Just when it seemed like his hand was about to graze Isabel, a long pair of arms seized Isabel from behind and jerked her backward. It was swiftly followed by a long, muscular leg shooting outward right next to Isabel. Thump! Decker was kicked to the ground.
"How did you and Roland meet?" Decker suddenly asked. Isabel turned away, fully intent on ignoring him. "Did you meet each other at Carter Corporation? Or did you meet him outside of work and gradually fell in love with him, then you decided to set him up with a position at Carter Corporation?” What did he mean by that? Was he insinuating that Roland was relying on her to snake his way into Carter Corporation? She threw a sideways, belittling look at him. "Do you think Roland is anything like you? He wouldn’t latch on another woman to further his goals.” Decker was not upset by this as he continued with a smug smile. "Oh? Then how did he get into Carter Corporation?" “He proved his worth.” Isabel realized that she had been roped in by Decker again. Nevertheless, she continued, “He passed the interviews himself. I was one of the interviewers and initially planned to dismiss him, but he managed to leave a very good impression on my father and the rest was history.” "
"I never meant to kill him! Roland, you have to believe me. Why would I still try to deceive you when I’m in this state?” “In that case, you can go ahead and explain things to him in the afterlife.” Master Rockwell was taken aback by this, his demeanor tightened. "You...you..." Roland looked at him calmly. "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. It was Grandma and my parents who raised me. They instilled morals and virtue into me and made sure I’d grow into a decent man.” Master Rockwell was briefly relieved to hear this, but before he could rid himself of his trepidation, Roland continued in a dark voice, "But I won’t forget about you and Decker bribing all those media outlets to defame Isabel. I know you manipulated the stock prices to try to kick me out of the corporation. I’ll make sure to settle our score through the legal system.” If convicted guilty, they would have to rot in prison. “Roland… listen to me, Roland. Decker is your uncle. If you want revenge, you can come
Master Rockwell must have heard their shifting movements and opened his eyes. When he recognized the faces of Roland and Isabel, there was a brief glow in his murky eyes. He motioned to the nurse to have her help him sit up from the bed. After he managed to position himself seated up against the head of the bed, he asked the nurse to leave. Then he cast a loving, tender smile on Roland and Isabel. “Roland, Isabel, please have a seat.” Roland said disinterestedly, "We have things to get to, just hurry up and tell us what you have to say." Isabel stayed silent. A look flashed in Master Rockwell's eyes. Then, he turned to Isabel and expressed regretfully, "Isabel, I’m a foolish old man, it was me who told Decker to leak pictures of you two. He had no choice because I forced him to do so. If you have to blame someone, blame me!” Isabel frowned. She was somewhat impressed by how smoothly the old man switched his mask from one to another. From a forlorn and sad state t