Marcus let go of Peter, staring at him, searching for that same flicker of familiarity he’d seen moments before. But it was gone—he couldn’t find it again. Left with no choice but to accept things as they were, he headed for the door and said:“Peter, I never wanted… I never wanted this to happen.”
“Yeah? So what are you going to do with that?” Frederick asked, gesturing toward the report. “Are you planning to show it to Valerie?”“No! She’s in no condition to find out. She’s nearly four months pregnant. My babies don’t deserve for their mom to suffer because of news like this. At least for no
“Grandpa, come here. I’ll play with your hair,” Ethan said, opening his little arms for a hug.Peter placed his head on Ethan’s small legs, and the boy began to run his fingers through his damp curls. Peter finally drifted off to sleep. When he woke up, it was 6:00 PM. He had slept deeply and could
“What did we agree on, Celeste?”“Oh! I’m sorry, I’m still not used to calling you by your first name.”Peter couldn’t resist; he gently caressed her cheek.“It’s fine, just try not to call me ‘Mr.’ anymore.”Celeste felt a strange flutter in her stomach. It was the first time she had let a man get
Peter turned to look at the woman who had consumed his thoughts all day. He smiled and said, “Yes? What’s the matter, Celeste?”With a hint of hesitation, she replied, “The event organizer sent me to find you. Apparently, he needs to discuss something with you, but he didn’t say what. Peter, please
Snapped out of her thoughts, Celeste shook her head. “No, of course not. I’m sorry, I just got distracted. Let me finish up a few things, and if you’d like, we can leave a little earlier. I wouldn’t want you driving back to Westhaven too late.”She walked away to check in with a colleague, disappear
"These days, if I like something, I go for it. If someone interests me, I let them know. And to be honest, this hasn’t happened to me before—not until yesterday. It’s no secret: I like you, Celeste. You’re a beautiful woman, and I’m genuinely interested in getting to know you."This morning, when I
The drive wasn’t particularly long or short. They arrived at Celeste’s building, and once again, Peter accompanied her to her apartment door. She turned to him, hesitating for a moment before asking:“Would you like to come in?”Peter looked at her, a soft smile forming on his lips. “Would you mind
"If you’re asking me if I’m scared—yeah. I’m terrified. This has never happened to me before… at least, not that I remember."When I was 25, I won’t lie to you—I wasn’t a saint. Not even close. Money and pleasure were my priorities. Back then, I had a toxic, messed up relationship with Alden’s mothe
"Tell me more about us," Peter said as he drove.Celeste stared at him, momentarily stunned. But she understood—he was trying to connect the missing pieces of his memory.So, she told him.She talked about everything they had lived through in Valentia and Slovenia. The memories brought out a mix of
On the way, just like Peter had said, he stopped by a bakery and bought a cheesecake with berries. Then, he picked up some strawberries and other berries—something to help Celeste get through the trip. As for himself, he only had coffee, but strangely, even though it was the same coffee he always dr
After that brief conversation, Peter wrapped his arms around Celeste. She could feel the warmth radiating from him as his strong embrace surrounded her. It had been months since she had felt anything like this.And yet, the man holding her now was nothing like the Peter she remembered. His warmth, h
This kiss was full of longing, desire, and passion—an intensity that, if left unchecked, could lead to something much more."Peter… you don’t remember me. You don’t even feel comfortable around me," she reminded him, trying to create some distance.Peter simply smiled, his expression calm—almost amu
Peter stood in the doorway, watching Celeste. He lingered there for a moment, exhausted from the long day. Slowly, he stepped inside, unsure of what to say or do. Luckily, she was asleep, lying on her side with her back to him.He moved closer, at first intending to wake her and have a long conversa
Theodore reappeared in Peter’s room shortly after, carrying a set of clothes. Peter looked at them and couldn’t believe the man’s terrible taste. Everything looked outdated—or at least, that was his impression. But he didn’t say anything."Alright, Theodore. Let’s go home."Dr. Wagner, upon seeing T
Valerie sat at the small garden table outside the house, the baby monitor resting on the table beside her. She sipped her coffee, lost in memories, replaying over and over the first time she and Marcus had spoken. She remembered that moment so vividly—Marcus had given her a coat and a little money t
As soon as Maximus left the hospital room, Peter sank into his thoughts, trying to figure out what to do next. It was clear that his life had completely changed, and Maximus was right—whether he liked it or not, he was a father and a grandfather. And soon, he’d be a father again. There was also a wo