Kate stared at Jaxon's back as he walked through the crowd with a frown. It had been difficult to lie to one's best friend and she wished that she had convinced him enough so that he would stop asking about her marriage and her relationship with William. She heaved a sigh and was not sure if she could do this anymore. Perhaps she should limit her interaction with Jaxon so she did not have to tell another lie.
“Are you okay?” said a low voice from beside her. There was no emotion, not even worries in his voice which was not entirely surprising.
Kate turned to face William and shrugged her shoulders. “Why wouldn't I be?”
"I don't know. You seem like you are emotionally exhausted," he replied. He lifted his hand to cup the side of her face. "Are you truly alright?"
William bent down to pull up his pants then picked up his discarded tie on the kitchen counter next to Kate's shawl. He turned around only to find Kate having trouble pulling the zipper of her dress up. He moved behind her and softly pushed her hand away. "Allow me." Once he finally zippered her dress properly, he took her shawl off the counter and draped it on her shoulders. She turned around, her hands were on her head as she tried to fix her hair. "How do I look?" Her blue eyes widened as she looked directly at him, waiting for h
It was two weeks later when William woke up in the morning and almost rolled to his left and fell on the floor. Almost. Thankfully his reflex was impeccable and he managed to jump back to bed. He silently cursed then glanced at Kate who was still asleep. Slowly he swung his legs over the side of the single-sized bed and rose to his feet. He walked out of the bedroom, closed the door softly behind him, then walked to the kitchen. He turned on the coffee machine and made some coffee for himself and Kate. With his hands resting on the kitchen counter, he could not help but recall what had happened last night. He had picked her up from her office and they had gone to the supermarket nearby to get some ingredients for dinner. Yet by the time they had finally arrived at her flat, they had placed the groceries on the counter and somehow agreed to sate their 'other' hunger — the one that had nothing to do w
Kate was sitting on the bed as she watched William's maids putting her things neatly into their joint closet. Glancing down at her phone, she bit her bottom lip as her heart was slowly but surely filled with guilt. She had told William that she was going to inform her landlord to rent out her flat and yet she found herself keeping on putting it off. At first, she had said to herself that she was simply waiting until all of her things had been moved out to William's place before informing her landlord. Now, having most of her essential things already moved here to William's apartment, she still could not bring herself to call her landlord even though s
Kate blinked. Her eyes met the green eyes that belonged to the older man who was supposed to be sick and yet looking at him right now, she could only see a businessman. Someone who regarded her as a potential partner instead of his grandson’s wife. Not sure whether her ears had incorrectly heard him or not, she took a step forward and said, “Pardon?” William’s grandfather pushed himself up with his elbows and sat on his bed. “You heard me. How much di
Since the moment the car had been parked and they were on their way to the porch, both William and Kate could not keep their hands to each other. Kisses were shared, some were even French. William was fumbling with the keys, trying to insert the key into the keyhole. “One second, Love,” he pulled away from her, although not far enough considering she had her arms around his neck. “I want you as much as you want me but we will not be able to take it to the next level unless we get inside quickly unless we want to have trouble with the authorities.” “Fine then,” answered Kate, grinning. She dropped her hands and let him unlock the front door. He unlocked the door quickly and ushered her in before locking the door again behind them. Once they were inside, she had no time to see around because as soon as she heard the lock click, he closed the gap and was kissing her fiercely, deeply, and so very intimately that she was utterly shattered by how beautiful it was. She had missed him ter
True to his words, William had indeed needed to go outside to get the sausages in the nearest supermarket because even though there were some potatoes, green beans, and other ingredients, the refrigerator did not have any sausages left. It was quite understandable, William thought to himself as he made a short trip back to his townhouse, considering that his housekeeper knew how much he grew tired of sausages, having been eating bangers and mash his entire childhood due to some obsession which he failed to comprehend now. Staring at the content of the paper bag he was carrying with him, he smiled. The obsession he had had when he had been a child seemed to belong to Kate now. His eyes fell onto the pack of Rhubarb and Custard. On the plane here, Kate had been talking about the foods and snacks that she wanted to get her hands on once they landed in London because she could not find them back in the States and one of the things she had mentioned was the good old Rhubarb and Custard. T
William was on his way to his townhouse when her mother suddenly asked him to go to this cafe nearby to accompany her having brunch. He quickly texted Kate, saying that he would be a bit late, then headed to the cafe. His mother, Theresa Ann, had been waiting on one of the tables outside with some puff pastries and two coffees. Once he spotted his mother, he walked toward her and then planted a kiss on his mother's cheek before taking a seat in front of her. “Hi, Mum.” “Hello, Darling,” his mother greeted back and smiled. It only took William a second to look at his mother's face and noticed that something was clearly off. “Mum, what is wrong? What happened?” “I do not know how to tell you this.” Theresa Ann heavily sighed then took a sip of her coffee. Her thumb was rubbing the edge of the cup nervously. “Mum, it is me. You can just tell me anything.” “Well, precisely because it is you, Darling, and I do not want to hurt you.” His mother looked crestfallen. William put his ha
“But I’m his wife,” Kate told for the third time as she watched Cordelia cross her leg and sip her tea. “I believe you have mistaken my husband for someone else.” “What was your name? Cat?” Cordelia placed her half-full cup of tea back on its saucer and then leaned back on the couch. “Katherine,” Kate corrected. “Well, let me tell you something, Katherine.” The older woman leaned forward, her eyes were sharp. “William is not married. You can call yourself his wife all you want but legally, you are nothing but his mistress while I am is his fiancé and we are going to be married in three months’ time.” She collected her purse and rose to her feet. “If you have any dignity left, you should call it off, break things up with him. No one likes a homewrecker.” Then without waiting for Kate to respond, she strode her way to the front door and left. Kate continued to stare at the door even long after Cordelia had gone. She then glanced down at the cup and its saucer, the very evidence t