It's been three days. Ezra started to question Emma's absence from the workplace. Is she still sick? He pondered. But how long does a person remain ill? He had been missing her terribly for those three days. She was on his mind even when he went to his friend's hotel to get his mind off of her. It didn’t work. It was challenging for him to stop thinking about Emma. Ezra immediately called Milan in. When she eventually entered his office, he asked her, "Have you heard from Miss Facer lately? It's been 3 days.” Milan shook her head. “No sir. I haven't heard from her since the last email she sent. Your sister even sent flowers over and still nothing.” “That is odd.” Ezra briefly diverted his attention before returning to Milan. “Then I need you to do something for me.” He said. He drew closer. His index fingers landed on his temple and he lowered both elbows to the table. "Can you discover where she is at this moment?" “Okay sir. I'll go ahead and do that now.” After quickly leaving
The front screen of the car allowed Emma to see what lay ahead. No one could see them from the outside because it was tinted. She tried to speak, but no words came out of her mouth. She sincerely believed that she could get out of this, but it appears that she will always be haunted. Her hands began to rub against one another, her heart began to pound as if it would drop from her chest, and a small amount of sweat started to appear on her forehead despite the air conditioner being on, making her acutely aware of how scared she actually is. Scared to hurt this man beside her. Ezra was no longer able to manage. They haven't said a word in the ten minutes since they got in the car. Before turning to face her, he took a few breaths in and then exhaled them. "If you decide to leave the company, I will completely understand." Emma gave him a quick glance. Even if she leaves, she won't be free from the guilt of lying to Ezra about Zoe and making him believe she is his child. "What good doe
On the sofa, Ezra sat down. Waiting. On his laps, he had his hands clasped. Was he nervous? He wasn't sure of his emotions, but he was certain that meeting Zoella was causing him to feel a certain way. “Would you like me to serve you some water? Or cola?” Emma asked. The instant he handed her the boxes of chocolate, she dropped them on the kitchen table. “Ah. I am okay, Miss Facer.” She was not given his full attention as he turned his head to one side of the room. Waiting for the girl to bolt from the room and sprint into his arms, but nothing of the sort happened. Emma caught on. Wherever he was looking, his eyes wouldn't budge. "Mr. Queen, are you all right?" She asked. Finally, Ezra turned to face her. He nodded. “I am fine. Where is she? Why isn’t she coming out?” He asked. On his way to her place, he had a thought. His mind was cluttered with ideas. When the door opened, he had anticipated her sprinting into his arms, but nothing of the sort occurred. “Doesn’t she want to me
The taxi dropped Emma off in front of a large house, and Emma kept checking her phone to make sure the address Sandra had sent her was accurate. She double-checked to make sure when she and Zoe got out of the car. “Emma. Bella lives in a big house.” “I am as surprised as you are. Remember. Be a good girl. Okay?” "Are you going to leave me behind? I don’t want you to go.” Zoe clung to her. Looking at Zoe, Emma's smile spread across her face. She knelt down to give her a closer look. Emma sighed and put her hands on the girl's shoulder. “Don’t you want me to go?” When she asked, Zoe nodded.“It won’t take long. Just stay for my sake. Pleaseeee.” How could she refuse? Just looking at Zoe’s face made her smile. How on earth could she refuse her? In fact, playdates were only going to be for a few hours. Instead of coming and going, she can wait that long. “Alright, Zo. I'll hang back and wait.” Emma got to her feet and extended a hand. “Come on.” The black gate opened on its own as the
Emma continued to focus on Zoe, who was lying on the bed, as she gently stroked her hair. Zoe had been sleeping ever since they arrived at the hospital in safety. When a doctor asked about her father, Emma wanted to call Ezra, but she didn't want to bother him to come. He is a celebrity, and the two of them had agreed to keep the information quiet until the ideal moment came. She grabbed Zoe’s hand as she slept soundly. "Your daughter is doing great, Miss Facer." She was approached by the doctor, who appeared to be in his early 30s. He is holding a file and has a smile on his face. "You need not worry about anything at all." “Really?” Emma raised her head at him. “Yes, Miss Facer. Zoella is just sleeping. She will be discharged tonight.” Emma sighed and then glanced at the doctor again. "How much do I have to pay toward the hospital bill? Should I make my payment at the counter?” While he was focusing on the files, the doctor laughed. “No, Miss Facer. It has already been resolve
Emma chose a few dresses from her closet. She checked which one to choose by looking in the mirror. It was Sunday morning, and Mrs. Queen would send a car to pick her up soon. She detested having to leave Zoe at home after the girl had been discharged the previous evening. Thanks to her argument with Phoebe, Emma couldn’t ask her friends for help. Speaking of Phoebe, where is she? Emma wondered. Zoe pointed and said, "I like that pink one." “You do?” Emma examined herself in the mirror to make sure. If she were to be frank, she doesn’t want to wear dresses that would be extra, but she has to. People would be present if Mrs. Queen had only invited her because she is the Queen's fashion company's favorite designer. She needs to sell herself. “No. I don’t think I like this one, Zoe.” She tossed the pink dress on the bed and reached for a cocktail dress with a more formal look that was only knee length. "This, I believe, is better." “It is black.” “I know. I love black.” Emma picked o
“Mr. Queen?” Ezra scoffed. “Miss Facer. You are here. Why are you here?” Emma glanced at Josie before returning to Ezra. She could see how furious he was, but was trying to keep it cool. She had informed him that she was booked this Sunday, but she hadn't mentioned that she would be visiting his family at their mansion. Ezra cocked his head in his mother’s direction. “Can you explain?” “I invited her over. It isn’t her fault.” As he entered the dining room, Ezra turned to look at Emma. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?" “I’m sorry, Mr. Queen. I didn't want to bother you, but Josie said it was an event and you won't be there. I thought you knew.” Ezra couldn’t be angry at her. She was not at fault. Again, his mother was attempting to play games. "When I got the call that you had broken your legs, I knew something wasn't right. Seriously? Even so, it makes no sense for you to be doing this. Why didn't you even ask me before inviting her?”“Mr. Queen, I…” “Not now, M
Emma smiled as she picked out the perfect outfit for the day. She needs to return to the office after missing it for a week looking put together. Last night, she had trouble falling asleep because of Ezra's words, which kept replaying in her head. Emma sat in front of her mirror, trying out her hairstyle for the day. She decided on her hairstyle as she pulled out her hair curler and began to curl her hair. She reached for her lipstick and applied a small amount to her lips. “Emma. I am ready.” With her uniform on, Zoe sprinted into the room. “Are you that excited?” Zoe nodded. “I will see Bella. I am happy.” Emma smiled as she rose to her feet. She reached for her scarf and sunglasses to swathe her face in protection. She has been the internet's most popular trend for days, but she doesn't want to draw attention at Zoe's school or to be associated with a child on the news. Even though Hidden Towel is a large city, the town she is presently residing in is a small one. A town where