Oliver felt slightly embarrassed when he heard this. “I didn’t mean it like that. I…”Javier waved his hand. “Thank goodness I was a little more careful and recorded what happened just now. Otherwise, I would have ended up experiencing a huge amount of grief today.”After saying that, Javier ignored how hideous the old nurse’s face was, took out his cell phone, and showed Oliver what exactly had happened between her and Javier a moment ago. “Mr. Holmes, please listen to me. I really didn’t do it on purpose.”The old nurse was now panicking, while Oliver’s expression became even more hideous. He felt that he was an old fool who had misunderstood Javier only because he had listened to the old nurse’s one-sided story. He was feeling extremely embarrassed, but just as he was about to say something, Javier intervened and said, “Don’t you agree that I would’ve ended up being blamed for absolutely no reason if I had been just an ordinary patient here? What if I was coincidentally a r
Javier furiously stormed toward Doug’s office, but his angry expression instantly disappeared the moment he entered the room. At that moment, Doug was working on his proposal. When he saw Javier, he immediately asked, “Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Kersey?”Javier waved his hand. “No, you go ahead and focus on your work. I’m just going to sit here for a while.”Doug had no idea what was happening, but since Javier said he was alright, Doug naturally returned to his own work after pouring Javier a glass of water. Meanwhile, Javier sat on the sofa and took a look at the proposal Doug had come up with previously.As for his issue with Oliver a moment ago…Javier had completely put it behind him. ‘Would being angry over something so trivial be worth it? Of course not! If I got furious over something so small, I would’ve died from a heart attack long ago!’In fact, the only reason he had thrown such a huge temper tantrum in front of Oliver was because he wanted to tak
Javier found a key on top of the door’s frame. In the past, whenever Javier’s father had stayed out, he would always leave a key in between the crack of the door frame. When Javier was still young and short, he wouldn’t be able to reach the top, but this did not mean he would forget about his father’s habit. In fact, he had not. Javier had now obtained a key to get inside, so he opened the door. The place was kept very clean, and the decorations made the place seem very warm. Similar to his father’s bedroom, the entire place had been tidied up by his stepmother. There was a photobook on the desk, and Javier even found photos of his father and stepmother together. However, those photos had all been taken in the past. None of them had been taken recently, so Javier was unable to trace their whereabouts through them. Javier even saw a brown envelope on the glass coffee table in the living room.The brown envelope looked very traditional. It was something not easily obtainable
Javier’s question and “excellent suggestion” ruffled Mikaela’s feathers. Waving hurriedly, she explained, “No, that’s not what I meant, Mr. Kersey! I was just thinking…We are going to buy the same thing, and Donald said he knows the best way to get it and knows a lot about it, so I was thinking…Why not kill two birds with one stone? So here I am.”Javier considered the unadulterated sincerity—bordering on gullibility—in her eyes and let out a snicker. He pulled out his phone and looked up an MRI model online before turning back to Mikaela. “Donald told you he knows about these things, doesn’t he? Give him a call right now. Ask him how many brands of MRIs there are, how much they cost, and what each of their strengths and weaknesses are. Which one is being used by which state-of-the-art hospital?”Mikaela hummed. Donald must really have meant it when he had said he knew about these things. She called the man at Javier’s behest and repeated every question to him.His answer was underw
In the end, Mikaela left without getting any action. She was this close to succumbing to their mutual lust, but she thought of her precious Renna.No, the little girl did not serve as a moral chain of any kind. The reason was stupidly pragmatic: Young Renna was napping alone at home. If she woke up and realized neither of her parents was with her, she would be terrified! And let’s not discount the growing trend of tragedies that happened because kids were left at home alone and unsupervised by adults.Just the thought of it compelled her to ignore all the desire built up in her and free herself from Javier’s arms. She scurried out of the door, her face flustered, and fled down the stairs.Javier did not stop her this time. He had told her before that he would never force himself on her. Besides, he had good reason to believe that he had planted a seed into the young woman’s mental landscape. Soon, it would sprout, take root, and grow until it took over her heart.As he mused, Mikae
With Renna in her arms, Mikaela left the house she used to call home, her silhouette moving in the streets outside. The breeze tonight was warm, and yet she felt only a tomb of ice in her chest.Ten years’ worth of youth—all spent on a piece of top-shelf sh*t! It was so infuriating that she was wondering if she should just gouge out her eyes if she was going to live like a blind person anyway!As she was simmering in fury, Renna suddenly murmured, “Mom? I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten in a long time now…”Mikaela snapped out of her anger. Belatedly, she realized it was now a few minutes past eight, and Renna had not eaten anything since lunch about seven or eight hours ago. She looked around to locate her handbag, where her wallet and phone were, so she could treat the girl to a meal in a restaurant nearby.That was when it hit her. She had barged out of the door at the peak of her lividity and forgotten to bring her handbag and phone along. She was literally penniless, and without her
Mikaela was not even sure how to describe how she felt. Was Javier a nice guy? Yes.Did she like him? Yes. A little. Somewhat. Maybe.But the idea of them being together—rings in each other’s fingers and bells tolling for a life shared—she never once felt the compulsion for it.Of course, she meant the compulsion to build a life based on a serious union. Not the more…carnal variety.It was the reason she had said what she said. She would sooner be mocked for overstating how much he was attracted to her than to risk Javier investing emotionally in an impossibility. It would make her feel guilty. It would make her feel like she was playing Javier.Fortunately for her, Javier harbored no such desire either. He studied Mikaela’s bashful expression before replying, “Just because I’m attracted to you doesn’t mean we have to get married. That’s some stuffy, old-school thing only the squarest people do. I like you, and I want to sleep with you. But marry you? No offense, but we’re not com
Javier swore the night was almost too impossible to get through.As it turned out, his success was merely on how he managed to make Mikaela and Renna stay—the woman had her own devious wiles against him. She had told Javier she needed to check on her daughter in her room to make sure she was okay and promptly shut herself inside Renna’s room, declaring she was “going to sleep”. It had been an excuse!This had to be a crime against humanity, right? It got to be!He lay on his bed, maidenless and powerless. All that teasing had gone nowhere—he had to give that woman props for withstanding his almost unbeatable advances. How on Earth did she do it?He spent way too much time tossing, turning, and rolling on his sides to finally fall asleep. God, to go to sleep hungry like that!Javier was not even given a chance to oversleep in the morning. Renna had to go to school, so Mikaela woke him up by knocking on his door, asking, “Is it me, or is there nothing to eat here in this unit?”Jav
As Bernadetta launched a barrage of kicks against the restaurant door, Mrs. Greene summoned 120% of her strength, holding the fort. The older woman had made a living terrorizing others with absurd accusations and downright unreasonable demands, but this time, she had met her match. Bernadetta James put the “man” in the word “woman”—in that she resorted to violence as soon as things escalated. In the end, it took both Mrs. Greene’s apology and a deal to provide Javier and Bernadetta with three days’ meals, all free of charge, to make the young woman stop. Then—“because I actually have a weakness against people sincerely appealing to my better angels,” according to Bernadetta—she amended the peace offer, changing the three days’ free meals to…a week’s worth. Back in the inn, Javier expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Bernadetta for rescuing him. “I can’t thank you enough for standing by my side when I needed it the most, Bern. But I can thank you a bit more if you refrain from using t
Mrs. Greene opened her flap and unlocked the floodgate, the spit during her tirade so profusive that she could water an old lady’s lawn. “It’s him, officers! It’s all him! He did this to his own camera just to remove himself as a suspect, but we know better than that! He’s the guy who stole my goddamn lingerie!”She turned and trained her finger on Javier. “You vile, disgusting, degenerate piece of sh*t! Ptooey!”‘Back at you! I'd rather spend the night with my left hand than with you!’ By this point in the morning, Bernadetta had arrived at work. Her heels clicked onto the floor as she sauntered toward the commotion. As soon as she heard what had transpired, she laughed, looking clearly amused. She trained her perfectly manicured finger on Javier and piled on. “Oh, it was him. I can testify to that! He stole Mrs. Greene’s bra because he is…the Lingerie Phantom Thief! By day, he is Javier Kersey. At night, he is Jo Ker, the Bra Stealer!” Javier threw his arms up in exasperation
Javier shook his head. By the time his vision was back to normal, the dog was gone. It had escaped! “What kind of hell spawned this little sh*t?!” Javier wondered to himself aloud. “Was this really an effect of the world changing? Is this an example of mutation because of the Storm? Or is there something else at play?”Baffled and unsure what to think, Javier returned to the dorm and told the residents to open the door. Inside, he found Florence huddling the frightened kids closely. She was white from fear, and yet in the presence of vulnerable kids, she had assumed the role of the protector without a second thought. “Hush, it’s alright! It was fake. Someone pulled a terrible prank and put on this white sheet and…” Javier made up a fib to explain the haunting away exactly because the truth could land him in a mental institution. No one would believe him—and for good reason too!Javier drove Florence back to the Yuzuian restaurant, where the latter’s electric scooter was. While
A resentful wail—interspersed only by sobs that sounded more like someone was being strangled—was echoing in the middle of the night while Javier and Florence could not see even a single soul out there? Animated by the power of “hell, naw!”, Florence dove into Javier’s arms for protection. Her hands were clasped firmly on either side of her head, hoping to block out the ghastly demand in her ears. Her eyes were squeezed so tightly shut that even a crowbar could not pry them open.Javier himself was just as terrified. He would have felt better if he could see the source of the voice rather than just hear a woman sobbing about getting her head back. At least he would know what he was up against! But just hearing it without any visuals at all?! Nooooope!Then, Florence hugged him in a “help-me!” sort of way. She was soft and supple—damn, that sexy figure in combination with her silky-smooth skin sure was welcoming. She was warm, and damn did she smell good! Nothing competed with fea
The dog barked in protest as it pointed its paw at Javier with the intensity of a mob before executing a monarch. The flames in its eyes were so bright that they could incinerate Javier into ashes in milliseconds. In the end, though, all that protest was for naught. Constance tied it up in the parking garage, while Javier watched in glee. Ah, sweet, sweet revenge! The stupid dog had thought it could set him up, had it? That would teach it!The look the Pomeranian shot him almost felt like a threat: ‘Just you f*cking wait, hooman!’‘Wait for what? How much can a stupid b*tch like you do to me?’ Javier scoffed in his mind. Now that the four-legged pest was gone, Javier turned back to Constance and talked about the new orphanage. As it turned out, despite the old woman’s sentiments for the building she had founded, she was a lot less obstinate and unreasonable as she might appear. “I mean, I don’t object to it completely. I know the new place is gonna be better, but…” She faltered a
Florence called half an hour later to tell him where they’d be having dinner. After leaving the inn in Bernadetta’s care, he hurried to the venue. Florence had picked a newly-opened Yuzuian restaurant. Javier had never liked Yuzuian restaurants, but since Florence had invited him, courtesy stopped him from asking the woman to change their meeting venue. He found Florence quickly enough and sat across from her. They placed their orders, and Javier began his performance: He started sighing and doing his best to look forlorn. It intrigued Florence enough to ask what was wrong, and Javier told her about his unfortunate beef with Constance that day.“It’s so unfair, man! Why would I bully a dog for no reason?” he moaned. “I’m sure Aunt Constance misunderstood. You’re a knightly, heroic, kind man! How could someone like you possibly get off on hurting a dog? I’m sure Aunt Constance was just too worried about the dog’s welfare to think things through. She didn’t mean it. I can vouch for
Herschel was dressed quite sharply today. It was the full ensemble—black leather shoes, black slacks, a white collar, and last but not least, the good old oil-slicked hair. The typical look of a high-ranking office worker, just as Javier had requested. Ordering him to get in his car, Javier asked, “You brought all the stuff I told you to?”“Yo, I would never forget the stuff my boss told me to bring. I’ve got all the preparations down pat. You can check ‘em if you don’t trust me,” Herschel replied. He fished an ID and some documents out of his leather bag. “See? All the documentation a journalist in the most important room of a news agency would have.”After a round-check and some instructions, Javier sent Herschel on his way to complete his mission. The man was strangely reluctant, though. “Boss, you told me you decided to work in that inn, right? Does that mean, you know, that you’re gonna call me ‘boss’ while you’re there?”Javier had almost forgotten he had mentioned this. It
Javier’s suspicion turned to Constance Hellman’s white Pomeranian. He turned to the director’s office and met the dog’s eyes. With its paws on the windowsill, it hoisted itself up to look out of the window. Seeing the dog cracking a lopsided grin and baring its fangs—beaming as smugly as a teacher’s pet who had managed to subdue everyone through the power of being the boss’s favorite—made it look both amusing and chilling. It would have been had the dog not caught Javier’s gaze, suddenly dropped the smile, and put on a face that seemed to be saying, ‘I’m just your average dog! Nothing to see here!’And then it feigned—yes, feigned—a yawn as its one last measure to cover up the fact that it had been laughing smugly to itself. ‘What. The. Actual. F*ck?!’ Javier thundered in his mind. ‘B*tch’s a natural actress! What’s it doing here instead of being interviewed on a talk show after becoming viral on TikTok?’In combination with Russell’s report, the incident inside the director’s of
As Javier was befuddled, Constance rushed in from outside and picked up the white Pomeranian gingerly to carefully check its injured leg.“Oh, baby, what’s the matter? Did you hurt your leg?”The white Pomeranian whined in pain and began twitching upon hearing Constance’s concerned question. This upset Constance so much that she admonished him sternly. “Mr. Kersey, I thought that you were a loving person, but I can’t help doubting your motive now.“I’m skeptical about you taking good care of the kids here when you’d even hit a cute dog!”Javier felt extremely offended. When had he hit the dog? He hurriedly explained, “Madam Hellman, I didn’t do anything!”Constance asked angrily, “You didn’t do anything? Why would it suddenly limp now and whine so pathetically? Why did it hurry over to me? Give me a reasonable explanation!”Javier was in distress as well. “How would I know? It was fine when I was carrying it just now, but it wanted to get down on the floor, so I carefully placed