When Sylvia stood up, she lost her footing. Since she had used too much force as well, not only did she not push Odell away, but she also ended up throwing herself into his embrace. Thud. Her head hit his chest. Sylvia wanted to step back, but found that her waist had been encircled by Odell.Holding her with one arm, he lowered his handsome face to meet her eyes. His voice was husky. “Don’t be hasty. Go and get a bath first. I’ll be here. I won’t run away.”After speaking, his warm lips left a kiss on her forehead as if he was reassuring her. Sylvia was speechless. She had only lost her footing. There had not been any other meaning to that. She instantly wanted to push him away. However, at that moment, Odell released her. He patted her head and said hoarsely, “Go. I’ll wait for you.”Sylvia slapped his hands away and ran into the bathroom. She took a long bath. Only when her emotions had calmed and her expression had returned to normal, did she put on her pajamas a
Meanwhile, in another suite at the lodgings. Although they had come back to the room quite some time ago, Sherry remained on the couch as she played with Flint. The little boy was like a fluffy marshmallow and was nice to cuddle with. He was still quite energetic as his eyes looked around, full of curiosity. Sherry took out a pack of gummies to tease him with. The boy’s eyes lit up the moment when he saw the food in Sherry’s hand and he began to clamber on top of her without any caution. Sherry lifted the pack of gummies in the air. Flint was unable to reach it and after his attempts had failed, he burrowed his head into the crook of her neck and began to whine, “Aunty… gummy…” Sherry gave in the moment she heard his soft and innocent voice. “Here you go, Aunty is going to give you some gummies." She no longer had the heart to keep teasing Flint and immediately presented a piece to him. Flint immediately began munching away. As Sherry quietly admired how a
Sherry glanced at John and whispered into Flint’s ears, “You see that uncle over there? He’s very stinky, so don’t climb on top of him, got it?” Flint babbled in reply. He was focused on his gummies. The corners of Sherry’s lips twitched and she turned to John to say, “I was the one who asked Sylvia and Master Carter to let me take care of Flint, so he’s mine. Don’t even think about hogging him all to yourself.” John grimaced. Sherry immediately went into the bathroom. As soon as she stepped into the bathroom, John nonchalantly approached the bed and carried Flint up into the air, and took him into his arms. … Sherry had never showered so fast in her entire life, she emerged from the bathroom in a nightgown within less than five minutes. Beneath the warm glow of the ceiling lights, she saw John lying on his side in the center of the bed, one of his arms was wrapped around Flint who had burrowed himself into his chest. Flint seemed very comfortable lying in
It was a dreamless night for Sylvia. It was ten in the morning by the time she woke up the next day. John and Sherry had taken all three kids out to play. Only Odell was waiting for her by the bedside. She quickly took a shower, dressed casually before stepping out. Odell was standing by the doorway leading to the bedroom, his towering figure gracefully leaning against the wall. He smiled when he saw her. Sylvia made a look as she looked at him. Then, she quickly turned her face away and tried to walk past him. However, the moment she approached him, he reached an arm out and grabbed her. His palms were warm and his grip was firm. Sylvia struggled a while before finally giving up. … Shortly after they left their suite, they ran into John and Sherry. Flint was resting snugly in Sherry's arms. However, the moment he saw Sylvia and Odell walking toward them, he waved his arms around frantically in their direction. Sylvia hurriedly stepped forward and
Before long, Sylvia managed to get so many plushies that Flint could not hold onto all of them. They had to ask one of the staff members to bring them a bag to carry them all. Eventually, Flint lost interest. He wrapped his arms around Sylvia's neck and mumbled, "Mommy, Daddy, Daddy..." It seemed like he wanted to see his father. Sylvia looked at the time, it had only been an hour since they had split up. She spoke to Flint tenderly, “Flint, let's play for a little longer, then we’ll go get Daddy, shall we?" Flint burrowed his head into the crook of her neck, "Daddy, Daddy..." He was adamant about going to see his father right now. Sylvia sighed softly, “Alright.” She left the section. As soon as she stepped out of the claw machine section, she heard Sherry screaming out brazenly, “Die, you b*stards!” She was carrying a large gun in her hands and was unloading a barrage of bullets at a large group of zombies on the display. It looked like she was usi
“Just a simple numbers game. One of us rolls the dice and the other person will have to guess what number it is. Let’s say you roll the dice and I guessed correctly, then I’ll be the winner. If my guess is off, then that makes you the winner and vice versa.” After explaining the rules, he asked, “Does this work for you?” "Okay." Odell said with a sharp look, "What are we betting?” John smiled at Sylvia, then at Sherry who was seated a short distance from him. Sherry turned her head away immediately. Sylvia had a bad feeling. Why was he looking at them like that? Then, John turned back to Odell, "How about the loser has to kiss the person next to him?” Odell seemed intrigued. After a moment, he agreed to the rules, “Sure.” Sylvia frowned. Sure? Had he even asked whether she or Sherry were willing to participate in this strange game? Perhaps Odell sensed what was on Sylvia’s mind, so he suddenly handed Flint to her and caressed her head. Then he softly as
John chuckled. “Master Carter, are you sure about that?” Odell replied, “Of course.” "Okay.” John put the dice inside the cup again and scrambled it inside the cup. “Take a guess.” Odell took a guess. “Three.” John lifted the cup. It was four. Sylvia was speechless. Odell grinned and turned to her again. It had happened so many times that she was numb to it at this point. Without a word, she turned to him and offered her lips to him. Odell smiled and kissed her on the lips, then turned to John again. “Hit me.” John smiled calmly and repeated the same motion, ending with pressing the cup against the table. “Go ahead.” Odell, “Six.” John lifted the cup. Three. Sylvia was at a loss for words. Had he not told her something about being good at this? What was this? How many times had he got it wrong by now? You would think that at one point he would at least chance into a correct guess, right? Odell quickly turned to her again with a f
It was a fantastic work of embroidery that depicted the hilly landscape of Glanchester. It was a work of art which sheer beauty seemed to exceed even that of reality where it weaved the mountainous landscape into an abstract form of art. It was comparably more valuable than the other two prizes. Sylvia was immediately enchanted by the wonderful work of art and could not pluck her eyes off of it. "Do you like it?” Odell’s voice heavy with bass sounded in her ear. She promptly answered with a soft nod, “Yeah.” Who would not fall in love with such exquisite craftsmanship? That was when the manager of the venue asked again, “Master Carter, Master Stockton, would the two of you be interested in joining?” "I'm fine with anything,” John replied before turning to Odell with a quick smile. "Master Carter, are you interested?" Odell replied, “Sure.” Sylvia looked at him in surprise. Odell noticed the ways she looked at him and met her gaze. He brought a smile upo
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