After dinner. Odell had some work to deal with and went to his study. Isabel made Liam go to the children’s room with her to play. Meanwhile, Sylvia stayed with Flint and chatted with Aunt Tonya for a while. Aunt Tonya was getting old and tended to tire easily, so she was getting sleepy toward the end of their chat. Sylvia told her to get some rest before taking Flint upstairs. When she passed by the children's room, she noticed the door was ajar. She saw Isabel and Liam sitting cross-legged on the floor, each of them had a controller in their hand which they were furiously mashing away at. Isabel was the more excited of the two and was shouting madly, “He was the one who killed me. Kick his butt!” Sylvia made a look and hurried past the room, making sure to cover Flint’s ears. It was 9 p.m. Flint was in good spirits, and he was not sleepy either. After a while, she decided to head to the study. The door was half-open just like the children’s room,
The study was filled with Flint’s cheerful chuckles. Sylvia instinctively turned to Odell. He was still seated at his desk, but his posture had changed. He rested his elbow against the table with his chin propped against his palm. He seemed very relaxed and was looking at Sylvia with a hint of a smile in his eyes. Sylvia did not know how long he had been staring at her. He must have seen what Flint did. She felt her cheeks flush red and blurted out, “Why are you staring at me? Aren’t you supposed to be working?” “I don’t know,” Odell said, “I just felt like staring at you.” Sylvia was silent. Was he trying to flirt with her? Her cheeks were seared with red as she gazed into his dashing face. She took Flint and turned to leave. “I’ll stop pestering you so you can get back to it.” She paddled toward the door with Flint. However, Flint did not seem very cooperative and suddenly shouted, "Dad, Daddy..." Sylvia ignored his pleas and continued walking o
“Play with Flint over there. I’ll be right with you,” he let go of her as he said this. Sylvia pulled herself to her feet. Meanwhile, Flint was sitting on top of the table and facing them, staring at them curiously with those large eyes of his. He just saw them kiss! Sylvia's cheeks burned with embarrassment, and she immediately took Flint into her arms. Odell had a satisfied grin on and watched as Sylvia sat on the couch with Flint in her arms. Only then was he finally willing to go back to his work. There were countless undecipherable words typed out on the computer. It was Flint’s handiwork. He patiently erased everything before going back to his original documents. The window of the study was open, allowing a cool breeze of air to pour in from the outside. The day may be tranquil but the study was not. It was filled with the constant thumping, tapping, and various noises produced by Flint rummaging around. Sylvia had done all she could to minimize the
The fine weather in addition to the hypnotic rhythm of Odell’s typing made Sylvia fall asleep as well. Before she realized it, she had drifted off to sleep. After some time passed, Odell wrapped up his tasks and closed the laptop. He looked at the pair of mother and son who were both sleeping next to him and smiled lovingly. It was a heartwarming sight. He carefully took Flint from Sylvia’s arms and took him to the bedroom. After that, he returned to the study and carried Sylvia in his arms. … “Mommy, Mmmy.” Sylvia was woken up by a toddler’s babble. She opened her eyes to see Flint lying next to her and snuggling against her body. Odell was next to her as well. He was lying on his side with his head resting atop one hand. His gaze seemed to penetrate through her. She quickly sprung up from the bed. It was her bedroom, the same bed that she usually slept in. The only ones in the room were her, Odell, and Flint. The two of them were in pajamas. She cou
Sylvia asked without thinking, "Odell, when did you get back?" Odell stared at her contemplatively. He flashed a brief smile and told her, “For quite some time.” He drew close to her as he said this. He brushed a small patch of paint off the tip of her nose and asked her, "Are you finished?" Sylvia nodded. "It's a great painting,” he complimented. Sylvia smiled with reservation. "It's alright.” It did turn out better than she was expecting, but it was still missing something she could not quite put her finger on. “No need to be humble, it's wonderful work.” As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted her head again. It was significantly better than the work she had put out during the event hosted by Master Springsteen the last time. It seemed to him that she was getting back to form. Sylvia whimpered, "I know that, but I’m not trying to be humble.” It was a great work of art and she knew it, but it did not change the fact that it lacked something to m
…Sylvia was woken up by the sweltering heat. It should have been mid-autumn and yet she was drowned in sweat. She opened her eyes in a blur and saw the man sleeping in front of her. He looked very handsome even as he slept. His arms were wrapped around her waist, and she was almost held in his arms by him. She furrowed her brows and immediately shoved him away. Odell snapped his eyes open quickly. After a brief confusion, he quickly registered the situation. He smiled kindly and greeted her, “Good morning.” Sylvia peered at him. Odell let go of her waist and brushed his fingers against her cheeks. "Why did you wake up so early?" Sylvia answered blankly, “I woke up because I felt hot.” Odell paused for a moment, then asked with a coy smile, “Hot? Are you feeling unwell?" He pressed his palm against her forehead to check her temperature, then he shifted his arm to her neck to feel her body heat. He commented, “You’re sweating a lot.” Sylvia tri
Before Odell could make his next move, Sylvia quickly hopped off the bed and went to the dressing area to get changed. Odell looked at her silently. In an instant, all the lust inside him was washed away. He glanced at Flint. Flint stopped snickering suddenly and looked at his father. His eyes widened into two large, reflective marbles. The pair of father and son stared at each other sometime before Odell went to pick him up. Flint began crying out, "Mommy, Mommy…” Odell's face darkened briefly. He walked out of the room with Flint in his arms, but Flint's cries only grew louder from that point on. Sylvia, who had just gotten changed, quickly stepped out of the dressing area. She stepped out just in time to catch a glimpse of Flint being carried out of the room by Odell, his feet wrangling frantically in the air as he repeatedly called for his mother. She felt a twitching sensation inside her chest when she witnessed this picture. “Here’s Mommy, here’s Mommy.
She observed the painting for a while before moving off to where the sculpting tools were and went to work. The day passed quickly. Night soon fell and it was time for bed. When she returned to the bedroom from the third floor, she saw Odell and Flint's figures lying on the bed. Flint was sleeping soundly next to Odell. Just like yesterday, the man leaned against the bedboard while reading a book. When Sylvia entered, he smiled and looked at her. "Are you done?" Sylvia grunted. He put down the book and got out of bed. It seemed like he was heading out. Sylvia immediately asked, "Where are you going?" He replied, “To the guest room." Why was he scuttling away to the guest room? She did not tell him to leave. She became slightly upset and said in an accusing tone, “You were lying down already. Why are you going to the guest room?" Odell approached her with a somber expression. “Didn’t you tell me this morning that I’m not allowed to sleep here again?” Sylvi
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