Freya couldn't believe Kenneth was actually asking her, the one who'd been wronged, to apologize to Charlotte, the one who'd done this all.Her heart felt like it was breaking. She shook her head firmly. "I'm not the one in the wrong. I'm not apologizing for anything!"Freya wasn't about to apologize and Kenneth wasn't letting up. Neither was giving in.Terrified that waiting any longer might give her away, Charlotte looked up through her tears and tugged at Kenneth's arm to get him to leave."Ken, let me take the blame. Please stop arguing with your girlfriend. Can we just calm down for a minute?"But Kenneth wasn't budging.Running out of options, Charlotte braced herself and forcefully twisted her left ankle.Panic and worry instantly took over Kenneth's face when he saw she was hurt. Ignoring Freya, he scooped Charlotte up and hurried downstairs.Watching them fade into the distance, Freya's anger slowly gave way to a crushing wave of heartbreak and sadness.The tears she'
After a few hours, the plane made its smooth landing in Halewater. The second Freya stepped out of the gate, she spotted her family and hurried toward them.Stellan saw the bandage on her hand from a distance and quickly hurried over, his eyes filled with concern as he took her luggage. "How'd you get hurt? Why didn't you say anything?"Russell and Kelsey noticed it too, their faces showing concern as they checked out Freya's injury."Does it hurt? You should've told us so we could've come to get you.""Looks pretty serious with how tight that bandage is. Forget the meal, let's go to the hospital!"Freya had been dealing with the injury alone for so long, and this was the first time anyone had cared this much. All the emotions she'd been holding in came rushing out, and she couldn't stop the tears from falling.Kelsey's eyes started to water when she saw Freya crying. Russell and Stellan got worried and quickly pulled out their phones to call a doctor.Freya felt a little self-c
Arguing? Why in the world would Freya be arguing with a doctor?She glanced over, confused, but all she caught was Stellan's back as he got out of the car.He must still be holding a grudge. He didn't even bother opening the car door for her, strolling over to greet the person at the door.Freya wasn't the type to cut Stellan any slack, but she tended to get jittery around strangers—especially when she was about to see a doctor.Everyone in the Jefferson family knew that Freya had always dreaded doctors. She watched quietly from the car, hoping to stall the meeting.After catching up with his old friend for a while, Stellan finally noticed that Freya was still sitting in the car! He couldn't hide his frustration as he returned to his car, waving for her to get out and join them.Freya took a deep breath, fixed her expression, and reached for the car door when it suddenly opened from the outside.She looked up and found herself staring into a pair of deep, captivating eyes, which
Freya didn't have the nerve to lie to a doctor, so she told Gabriel the truth.After hearing her out, Gabriel carefully rebandaged her wound, secured the wrap, then put the first aid kit aside and got up.Freya was surprised to see him acting so strangely. Didn't he plan on checking her wound? Why wrap it up again?After shooting off a few messages, Gabriel picked up the keys from the table and turned to her. "Come on, let's head to the hospital for a proper check-up.""No, it's fine. I had it checked in Javerton. The doctor said it wasn't serious and let me leave." Even though Freya refused, it didn't make a difference.Gabriel kept his gaze on her, his eyes unwavering, but his tone was surprisingly soft. "You were in a car accident and need a full check-up. Your hands are meant for drawing."Freya was convinced as soon as she heard his last words. She got up and left with him without hesitation. They quickly headed to the nearest hospital, where she had a full exam.When the r
Gabriel gave Freya a calm look, his voice laced with concern. "Does it hurt? Did I go too hard?"It wasn't until then that Freya realized she'd lost her composure. She quickly shook her head.Gabriel realized she was scared instead of being hurt. He mulled over his words and actions while guiding her hand back toward him and went on with the medication.After learning the truth, Freya barely even breathed. She'd sneak glances at Gabriel every once in a while.She couldn't help but envy his long, curled lashes. His fingers were slender as if they were made for nail art or something. And his hair was thick, which didn't quite match the typical look for a medical student.While Gabriel applied the medicine, Freya was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. The more she watched him, the more she couldn't look away.After Gabriel finished bandaging her wound and looked up, he caught her studying him intently. A flicker of surprise crossed his face. "Is everything okay?""Dr. Sha... Gabriel.
Kenneth's call came through while Stellan was peeling an orange for Freya, following Kelsey's orders. Stellan's hands were a mess from the juicy orange, so answering the phone was a bit of a hassle. He asked Freya to take his phone out for him.Freya pulled it out, and when she saw the caller ID, her smile faltered for a second before returning to normal.She hit the answer button, held the phone up to Stellan's ear, and took a bite of the fresh orange. The juicy pulp burst in her mouth, and the sweetness flooded her throat. It tasted so good.Kenneth said something that made Stellan frown and gave Freya a weird look.Freya remained unbothered by his strange stare. She grabbed some tissues, quickly wiped his hands, and shoved his phone at him.Stellan was about to ask something when the butler showed up with Gabriel.The moment Kelsey saw him, she jumped to her feet to greet him. Once they exchanged a few pleasantries, Gabriel walked over and sat beside Freya.With Gabriel's a
Kenneth was about to ask, but Stellan cut him off. He rushed to say goodbye and hung up, almost as if he were the one getting married.Kenneth couldn't stop thinking about what Stellan had just said—both their roommates were coming to the celebration, and if he didn't show up, Stellan would give him a good whack…Could it be that Stellan was getting married? It made sense that Freya had taken off without a word.Kenneth called his assistant, telling her to get a nice gift ready and book a plane ticket. His best friend of ten years was getting married, so there was no way he was showing up to the wedding empty-handed.With everything sorted out, Kenneth looked around the empty room and felt less overwhelmed than he had earlier.He reached for the letter, placed it in the ashtray, and set it on fire. He watched the flames dance, rubbed his eyes, and was about to take some rest when his phone screen lit up.Kenneth checked his phone and saw Charlotte's message asking him to come ove
"Duh! With my looks and charm, there's no way I'd settle for anything less." Stellan flashed a smug grin as he held the veil over Freya's head, checking to see if it suited her.Freya went along with it, flashing a thumbs-up before quietly asking, "So, why would such an amazing guy like him agree to an arranged marriage with me?"Stellan raised an eyebrow, looking even more pleased with himself as they dove into the topic. "Gabriel's famous for being standoffish. He was totally consumed by his research and medicine since he was a kid."He hasn't cared about romance a day in his life. His family noticed how he was and naturally began pressuring him to settle down."Being his close friends, we had to pitch in and help him find someone. But even after introducing him to a dozen or so women, none of them seemed to impress him. "Then, I had him over on my birthday, and he saw our family photo. He was staring at you for quite some time. I figured something might be going on, so I broug
"I'm at Ebony Beach right now," Fiona said as she buried her face behind the high collar of her windbreaker. Her voice was glum as she continued, "When are you coming?"Wilson checked his flight ticket before replying with a smile, "Well, it can't be helped. I need to focus on the renovation work for your house, you know. I don't want to be paid for doing nothing. I might only be able to join you when you move to the next country. Don't be too reliant on me. Enjoy yourself—"Fiona ended the call in a huff.She and Wilson had traveled to about four or five countries together before a problem came up with her house. Wilson had no choice but to fly back, making two transfers before he finally got back to the country.Meanwhile, apart from hiding the plane ticket he already got from Fiona, Wilson was also hiding a ring in his pocket. He had only bought one because he was going to propose to Fiona, and he would be fine no matter what her response was. Either way, this ring was for him.
"After saying that, he said a lot of other things I didn't understand," Fiona said exasperatedly. "It'll be good if he never shows up in front of me again."She had finally freed herself from all those messy things. She didn't want to have to be reminded of them anymore.Wilson knew that Michael was going to die, but he selfishly didn't want to tell Fiona that.His mission wasn't to marry Fiona or anything. There was only one goal he had to complete, and that was to make her happy.Happiness could be achieved in many ways. In the beginning, Wilson wanted to get Fiona to accept his love so that he could shower her with care and affection to keep her happy. But over time, he slowly realized just how wonderful she was. It was from then that he couldn't bear to trick her into feeling happy because of his pretense. He didn't want it to just be a part of a mission.Therefore, he didn't want to force Fiona into anything. He genuinely wanted to treat her well."Now that you've resigned,
Looking rather conflicted, Wilson opened his mouth to speak, but at the very next second, he trembled violently and fell to the floor. He winced in pain as his body kept spasming.Alarmed, Fiona reached out to help him up, but he swiftly rolled away from her. Gasping as if he had been through a great deal of pain, he said with a rueful smile, "Don't touch me. You'll get electrocuted."Instantly, Fiona figured out what was happening, and she was filled with remorse.The system wouldn't allow its operative to mention anything related to its programming. It would electrocute the operative to stop it from happening. Fiona had nearly blurted something out in the past, only to end up getting zapped with electricity. The pain had been unbearable.It took some time before Wilson finally recovered. Once he felt better, he sat on the floor and looked up at Fiona, saying, "I'm sorry."He was sorry he couldn't tell her and for lying to her at the start. Although he couldn't say that aloud, hi
Fiona's mind was all fuzzy and jumbled up. She knew it was possible for someone to fall in love with their mission target. She had done it herself after all, so why couldn't she believe Wilson?Perhaps Michael was to blame for that.Still, Wilson looked serious. He confessed his love for her as solemnly as if he were proposing to her or declaring his marriage vows to her."Fiona," Wilson said before pressing his cool lips against the back of her hand. "Don't reject me."Cheeks flushed, Fiona looked away and pulled her hand back, saying, "Give me some time to think. Don't force me."Wilson obligingly stood up, his tall figure looking meek and obedient. He had brought medicine for her and even gave her candy to bribe her with, as if she were a child.Once Fiona took the medication, her head didn't seem to hurt as much. She looked at Wilson and asked, "How did you know I was sick?"Wilson knew where she was staying because he had dropped her off on the motorbike the other night, bu
The rational side of Fiona was telling her that Michael was capable of coming up with any kind of story he wanted, but the emotional side of her couldn't help but recall all the details of her every encounter with Wilson.Had all those coincidental meetings and sweet moments been created on purpose, just like she had once done?Still, regardless of what Wilson was, Fiona wouldn't forgive Michael anyway. She pushed his hands off her and shook her head, saying, "I don't know if you're telling the truth. I'll ask him about it myself. But even so, why should I leave with you? Am I supposed to give you another chance to hurt me, Michael?""Fi, I've really learned from my mistakes," Michael hastily declared. "You're still so young. Just give me another chance, please? I really miss you so much.""What does my youth have to do with you?" Fiona shot back, feeling rather mystified by his behavior. "Was I not young enough back in the world where I met you? Didn't I end up wasting all of my t
No matter how great the weekend was, Fiona still had to head to work and deal with the mess at the office. She knew that she might be subjected to her housemates' inquisitive looks if she went back to the house, so she stayed at a hotel instead.She could hazard a guess as to who had sent that email, but without any evidence to back her up, she had to set her suspicions aside for now.Fiona headed to the office as usual. When she arrived, her colleagues all fell silent mid-conversation. Several probing gazes landed on her, and Eunice quickly ran over, asking, "Where have you been staying the last two days, Fi?""I got myself a hotel room," Fiona replied with a pleasant smile. "Is that answer to your satisfaction?""Why would you say that?" Eunice asked awkwardly.Fiona didn't reply. She wasn't the kind of person who would stir up drama for no reason, but that didn't mean she would take things lying down either. If the matter couldn't be settled properly, she would just see it to t
Fiona was taken aback.The fire was reflected in Wilson's eyes, making them flicker with light. After a while, he chuckled and said, "The experts say there might be a meteor shower tonight, but it's not a guarantee. Will you be mad if it doesn't happen after all?"Fiona shook her head. A warm, fuzzy feeling filled her heart. Wilson was acting like a child who wanted to share everything of interest he could find with her. It made her feel important to him.Wilson didn't need money, so it wasn't as though the sales she brought in for the bar were much of a motivator for him. Why was he treating her so well then?The answer that seemed the most obvious made Fiona's heart pound. She recalled the terrible blunder she had made with her last relationship. There was still a mess at the office that she needed to deal with, but as if eloping, she came running out to the middle of nowhere to see a meteor shower that may not even happen.It was ludicrous yet exciting all the same.Fiona's ph
No matter how cool a motorbike was, there was a limit to its speed. Wilson and Fiona were on the road for half an hour before they arrived at their destination.Fiona was rather stunned by the location they were in.Wilson had taken her to the edge of the city. It was possible that having lived the first two decades of her life in severe hardship led to her never realizing that a concrete city could still be home to a forest.The leaves rustled as the evening breeze caressed the trees. The moonlight lit up the ground, basking everything in a glow of faint light.Wilson looked to the side, his gaze falling on Fiona's gaping mouth. Smiling, he asked, "Do you like it here?"Fiona couldn't speak. All she could do was nod earnestly."There's even more fun to come," he said before taking her hand.While it was beautiful out here, it was still in the middle of nowhere. Fiona fidgeted nervously, to which Wilson responded by tightening his grip on her hand and asking softly, "Do you know
After talking to Geraldine, Fiona found out that the entire company had received that email, and it couldn't be traced back to its sender. Thus, the company management had no choice but to quickly try and resolve the matter instead.Geraldine had been the one who confirmed Fiona's permanent position with the company, so she knew there was little veracity to the claims in that email. Nevertheless, she had to ask, "Those things said in the email are all untrue, right?"Exhaling softly, Fiona said glumly, "Not all. I did go drinking at the bar."She did buy a house too, but she chose not to bring that up. At the end of the day, she believed in not flaunting one's wealth.Geraldine looked a little helpless. "That's your personal life. The company has no say in that. All that matters is the rest are all untrue. You can go back to work now. This isn't a big deal. We'll do our best to get to the bottom of things."Fiona nodded and went back to her desk. She figured the sender of the emai