It had taken Gabriel's cry of pain only a few seconds to reach Leonica’s ears. She snapped her head around, a little too fast than she would like, and instantly rushed to his side when she found him clutching the side of his head.“Gabriel, hey, are you okay?” She questioned, placing her hand on his shoulder to steady his body that looked like it was ready to turn rigid at any given moment from the wave of pain he was experiencing.“Hey, talk to me.” She nearly barked at his silence, not liking it for one second longer when he remained silent, groaning in the obvious pain that he was experiencing.what the h*ll was going on? Leonica thought, frantically searching his body, his face to be exact, for some sort of answer to her question.The answer of question soon surfaced itself. But instead of coming in the form of words, a signal of him being okay or something opposite, it showcased itself in the form of a folded, line marked Polaroid camera photo of Angelina, laying peacefully on th
“Mr. Bryce,” Will called out to Gabriel as he stood in place even after Leonica and Ashley had driven away.The smile that had once played on his lips when she spoke to Leonica had completely vanished, leaving him with a look that screamed focus as he tried to filter his thought, dig deeper than the rosy scent of Leonica that seemed to fill his head and Ashley’s tiny loveable voice, all in a bid to pin point the face that had flashes through his mind the moment the pain had hit.Even though he had seen the picture, the girl in it looked familiar yet distance and he got that one feeling that would always wash over him when he found himself in the highest length of the Eiffel tower, seating down and holding a video call with Lila where she made a show of the foods she had prepared while he was all the way in Paris.That distant homesick feeling that settled in his gut, but would soon be consumed by anger the moment he realizes he can’t get his hand on his grandmother’s precious cooking,
“Pricey sl*t?” Standing in front of Leonica’s gate with his hand on his hips, Leonardo read out loud the words that had been spray painted into the iron gate.what the h*ll was that meant to mean? He allowed himself to think even though he was aware that the person, or people that could answer said question had fled several miles away, seeking shelter from their apparent crime.He had been in the office, handling, well, officially matters, when he had first gotten the call from her, close to an hour back. Leonica had sounded calm and composed, so when she told him something had happened, he didn't chug it up to this much trouble.Tucking his hand into his pocket, Leonardo sighed, deep frown marring his features as he turned around to watch his sister saunter through the entrance of her house and towards him, having freshly dropped Ashley with Grace who had coincidentally came back from her visit to the main estate, not that she could be a suspect."That's some reputation you've built
"sh*t!" Leonica hissed and staggered back, swinging her hand in a bid to get rid of the burning sensation that the coffee had caused when it poured on her blouse, as well as her hand."Leonica, are you okay?" Anastasia was quick to rush to her side, checking on her even before the culprit could utter a word.And when he finally did, both head snapped his way. "Ms. Romero, are you alright?"Leonica squinted her eyes at the familiar male. Stuart Reeds, forced a smile, the gesture coming off as a twitch rather than the actual action."I'm sorry, I wasn’t minding where I was going, hope you aren't hurt?" He asked, the tone of his voice carrying a hint of nervousness."I'm fine, it was an accident." Leonica answered, ignoring the look of confusion she was getting from Anastasia who was beside her.Stuart watched as she tried, but failed, grumbling underneath her breath about how she now needed to go home to get a change of cloth."Perhaps, I could offer some *ssistance." He offered, gestur
“Pablo? Our bestest Friend?” The name glided of Gabriel’s tongue, sounding familiar to his mind that didn’t seem to recall memories from years he had spent with Leonica.Said girl nodded her head and gently sank to her kneels, arranging the flowers properly in front of the huge tree.“Who’s that?” He asked.“Our dog.” Came Leonica’s answer as she casted an expectant glance on Gabriel’s direction waiting for anything to show that he recalled the said dog she had just mention.When his expression went unchanged, the pressed her lips into a thin line and side, nodding along. “Yeah, didn’t expect much.” She muttered as she rose to her feet, dusting her dress.“We had a dog?” Gabriel asked, choosing to ignore the fact that she had called a Dog their best friend and honestly speaking, he was more of a cat person. “When?” He quizzed again after several minutes of silence had been spared to pay tribute to the long lost four legged creature and they soon began walking back in the direction of
Arvan had just seen to it that Daisy was put to bed by her nanny, for an early evening nap when he was informed that Leonica was at the gate waiting for his approval to be let in.He made his way down after doing so and went towards the main Hall. Along the way, he adjusted his dress and stopped a couple of times to fix his hair, momentarily contemplating if he should get a hair cut.By the time he had reached the hall, Leonica was already sitting on the sofa, her side profile facing him as she took in the beauty of his home.The moment he began approaching her with slow and calculated steps, Leonica took notice of him and glanced in his direction, a small smile adorning her lips."You're finally here." He greeted, stopping a couple of feet from where she sat.Leonica took one last look at his house before commenting. "A beautiful home you have here, Arvan.""Thanks." He said, flashing her a smile which she didn't hesitate to mirror. "So, about the files...""Yes." Leonica nodded and
"You're, his wife?" Leonica questioned, disbelief and surprise evident on her visage.The woman, Irene Rosewood, nodded her head proudly. "Indeed. Now who the hell are you?”The look of surprise on her face was soon replaced with one of bewilderment. The balls of this lady? Taking up such a rude tone when she barely knew her.Apart from their striking resemblance which Leonica found troubling, she really couldn't think of any other reason in the book why some such as her, a total stranger, should be so rude to her.Or, did she perhaps think that She had a thing with Arvan. Possible, seeing as his speech had gotten millions of views, but the thought alone, despite the fact that Said man had confessed to her less than an hour ago, made Leonica chuckle."Is something funny?" Irene asked, her lips set in a hard line."Not really," Leonica answered, chuckling at her. "You see, I've never seen anyone who'd have the audacity to take such a rude tone on a total stranger they barely know."Ire
Not much to Leonica's surprise, Owen had sauntered back to sleep the moment he opened his eyes and called her name. She managed to hoist him up, raising herself from the ground and successful making it over to the room this time around.However, just as she took a step away, Owen's hand wrapped around her wrist."Stay." He said in an almost pleading manner.She wanted to refuse the idea but was never one who was fond of the idea of leaving a sick patient unattended to."I'll behave, I promise. Just...stay."He sounded like a kid who was being threatened to take his naps and didn't want to sleep alone."Okay." She gave in, the look on his face weakening her defenses. "But I have to call Grace first and inform her.""Of course." Owen said with a weak smile, finally releasing her hand.Leonica pulled her phone out and dialed said housekeeper's number.And after letting her know the situation, placed her phone down. "There, done.""Good, now come here." Owen tugged at her again, patting t