…Heidi sat on the dining table, The Next Morning, picking at her food, her eyes straying to the chair across from her. What was he still doing upstairs? It had been thirty minutes and he hadn't come down for breakfast yet. Was he avoiding her?Was he still mad?Wasn't she supposed to be the one angry at him?Lucas didn't agree with her request. It was obvious, because he spoke no more about it even after they came back home last night. Poor Grandpa Jeffery. If only she could see him and reassure him that all would be alright. What assurance could she give though when she wasn't sure how far into the investigation the men Lucas hired were? “Madam, your food will lose its warmth. Why aren't you eating?” Mira appeared and dropped a tray of food. Heidi tapped her fingers on the desk, chewing her lips anxiously. “Can you check the study room if Lucas is still sleeping?”“The Young Master?” The maid scratched her head, looking hesitant. “You know the Young Master usually wakes up be
…At GreyHills City. Freya looked at the text message on her phone, her expression changing from calm to sad. Hearing footsteps approaching, she deleted the message and dropped her phone. “You aren't looking around. Didn't you want to come for a tour?”She lifted her head, staring at the man standing in front of her. “While you were away, I looked around. This place looks great.”“More appealing than the AG Group?” Steve sat beside her on the couch in his office. Freya nodded, looking around. “Yeah. I prefer this place.”“You have changed a lot, Heidi.” He took her chin in his fingers, turning her face to stare at him. “I think I'm starting to miss the old Heidi, fiery and honest.”“You said it yourself that you prefer the docile Heidi. It's a surprise that you're fed up with me already,” she replied in a soft tone, looking down. Steve sighed. “I'm just bored. But who am I to complain?” He shrugged. “This Heidi is less troublesome.”She nodded meekly, playing with her fingers. Mo
“M-My Uncle?” Freya stammered, a look of fear and disbelief casting over her features. She shook her head, “No.”Steve gave a sarcastic laugh. “Is it so hard to digest? You're in denial, right?”She went silent for a while, avoiding his gaze. “Look at me.” Steve made her look up. “Do you doubt what I said?”“I'm not in denial…” She sighed, her voice hoarse. “I just want to know what my Uncle did for the whole family to deserve this.”Steve narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure you want to know?”Freya bobbed her head. “Won't you start hating me after you hear it?”“I know you're trying to destroy the AG Group, and I didn't stop loving you for that. What else will make me hate you?”Her words never ceased to surprise him. He looked at her as if he was staring at a different person. Steve sat on the couch, pulling her down with him. “Just so you know… I don't regret what I'm doing.”“I understand, Steve. Especially if it's my family that hurt yours.” Freya lent him a listening ear, urging
…Heidi sat on the dining table, playing with her food, jabbing the knife at the bread toast in front of her. Sitting across from her was Isla whose sad eyes mirrored the feeling in Heidi's heart.Not only was Heidi sad, but she was also confused and mad. “Won't you eat your food, Madam?” Mira urged her gently. “Please eat the food. It's good for your health.”Heidi pushed the plate of food away instead. “I understand you're angry, Madam. But-”“What are you hiding from me, Mira? Do you know where Lucas is? Did he tell you not to tell me?”Lucas was acting strange again. What Heidi feared was the man playing with her feelings. What if he'd lied to her? What if he was currently in the Harrisons Mansion and Tracy was still there?He didn't return last night. He spent the whole day yesterday outside, and didn't even pick up anyone's call. Was he fooling her again?“I'm not hiding anything, Madam. Please believe me.” Mira lowered her head. “Two nights ago, the Young Master left in a
Maybe she was imagining his voice, or maybe it was truly Lucas Harrison who had finally remembered that he'd kept a pregnant lady locked up in his Villa. Heidi slapped the desk and turned her head,But every angry word died down in her throat when she saw who he was with. Isla made a shocked sound, surprised as well. “K-Killian?”“What a coincidence. The last time I visited, you were here. Now you're also here, Isla Kendall. Is this destiny?”Isla blushed and fidgeted with the straps of her bag. “I- I was about to leave. But then, Mr. Harrison…” she stopped, glancing towards Lucas. “You wanted to see me.”On the other hand, Lucas's eyes were only on Heidi. He stopped by her side and stared at the almost untouched food. “You aren't eating?”Heidi ignored him. He sighed and turned to Isla. “You may leave. Thanks for coming.”“Huh?”“Huh?”Both ladies stared at him with confusion. Heidi broke the silence first. “She should just leave? Didn't you invite her since last night so you can
The coincidence was too good to be true. Heidi never knew she possessed psychic powers. “Lucas Harrison…” she narrowed her eyes on him. “If the GK Group was in crisis, why didn't I see it in the news?”“Hey, Heidi, would you like to go out?” Instead of answering her question, he changed the topic, giving her a doting look. Heidi knew he did it intentionally. Was Lucas lying to her? “You haven't answered my question yet.” She frowned. Lucas dropped his spoon and stood up. He circled the table to her side and made her stand up by placing both hands on her shoulders. “Believe my words. I never keep in touch with Tracy.”As if he was aware of her fears or maybe he could read her mind. Was she so obvious? Heidi didn't want to seem off as jealous or even bothered about Tracy. “How should I be sure that you're not lying?” But the question slipped out, making her uncertainty and insecurity more obvious. It brought a smile to the man's lips, a sign that he was proud he'd won over her
His eyes widened a bit, then a look of helplessness. “She acts crazy sometimes.”“That's because you make her go crazy. Mira's a young girl but you always yell at her.”Lucas pressed his lips into a thin line, a sign that he didn't regret his actions. Heidi could relate with the maid because she'd once been in her shoes. In the past, they'd both been Lucas's punching bags whenever he found something displeasing. “Okay. I'll stop yelling if that's what you want.”It was hard to believe that he was going to change his habit because of her. “Well, we shall see.”Heidi sighed. She looked at the fingers now wrapped in a bandage. Would they heal soon? “The bandage is not gonna loosen, is it?” “It won't. I tied it well.”Heidi sighed again. As if he understood her anxiety, Lucas laughed softly, reassuring her. “I know your blood is precious. You're gonna be fine, okay?”Heidi nodded. “How about we visit the hospital?”Heidi didn't doubt his skills, and she didn't want to go to the ho
After changing her clothes…,Heidi went downstairs to find Lucas sulking on the couch. On a closer look, he wasn't actually sulking.There was a deep frown on his face as he stared at his phone. He seemed to have just finished making a phone call. His displeasure might be due to the phone call he just made, or probably due to her brutal rejection. Uhm, was she supposed to feel guilty?“Ehm, I'm ready.” Heidi cleared her throat to get his attention. “Can we leave now?”Lucas didn't look at her. He nodded absentmindedly, and stood up, taking her hand and leaving the house with her.Heidi watched his back, unease settling in. Was he mad at her? Her eyes would stray to his side profile now and then as he drove the car out of the Villa's gates and down to the city. The bodyguards took separate cars. One car behind them, and one car ahead of them.“Is this necessary?” Heidi didn't need to ask that question, she just wanted to strike up a conversation, to know what was bothering him.