Happy New Year's, I want to say a big thank you to Happy New Year's readers. I had some issues last month that's why I couldn't finish the story in December. But trust me we will this month. Please tell me what you think of this chapter.
David's eyes shot wide open at Rowan's words. He thought he was ready to face the possibility that she no longer cared for him, but the emptiness in her expression and the coldness in her demand for police involvement left him utterly bewildered. He found himself lost in the depths of her face, oblivious to the persistent pleas of the police around them. "David, are you okay?" Flora's voice reached out to him, her touch attempting to anchor him back to reality. His gaze, however, remained locked onto Rowan, deaf to Flora's concerned inquiry. "Yeah, I'm okay," David finally responded, breaking free from the trance. Sliding off the chair, he turned to the DPO with determination. "Just do what she said," he declared, casting a lingering look at Rowan before striding away. Flora followed closely, trying to keep up with David's unexpectedly brisk pace. Walking behind him, Flora paused in front of Rowan, a subtle smile playing on her lips. Only then did she sprint to catch up with David,
"I can't wait to see you again, Uncle James. Thanks for today," Naomi said with a bright smile. James nodded, relieved to have a break from her company. Naomi stepped inside, her heart light with happiness, a feeling she had been yearning for. In the sitting room, she found Kate leisurely sipping juice. "Enjoy your little date with James? Maybe you'll finally find someone who can handle your 'madness'," Kate sneered, a mocking tone in her voice. Matteo's attempts to find suitors for his daughter had all ended in rejection. "'Madness'? Am I not better than you, cozying up to a man old enough to be your father? Your madness surpasses mine," Naomi retorted, catching Kate off guard. Her brother had always shielded her from such comments. "Lost for words, are we? Consider this a warning. Today marks the end of you hurting my brother. Don't mistake my silence for ignorance," Naomi declared sternly before walking away, leaving Kate fuming with her insults falling on deaf ears. "Hey, welc
For a second, time stood still. Rowan couldn't believe what she had just heard.She heard a woman's moans from James' phone. After a while, she called Rolland since James couldn't pick her up. Rowan hissed after the call. Rolland quickly hung up, saying he was busy with his girlfriend.Why do all the men in my life have women problems?Not just David, who's a fool for love, but even Rolland.Rowan couldn't understand why an intelligent person like David would risk going to jail for a woman.She kept pondering this until a thought interrupted her.David must've known that the odds of winning against him were lower than against Flora; those judges would be scared to send the president of Oregon Groups of Companies to jail.Realizing this fueled anger through Rowan's veins. She clenched her fists angrily, knowing that David did this on purpose. She started raining insulting words against him. Rowan was frustrated, saying aloud, not bothered if anyone heard her.A gasp escaped Rowan's mou
Flora simmered with dissatisfaction after David's stern warning to keep the issue hushed from his parents. An idea dawned on her – a clever ploy to turn the elders in David's family against Rowan. The unsettling part was figuring out how to spill the beans without entangling herself in the mess. Her mind swirled with these thoughts until the memory of Richard's peculiar fondness for his boss's ex-wife surfaced. "Picture this: having to pick between saving your boss and his ex," Flora tantalizingly proposed as she dialed Richard's number. "Hello, Miss Flora," came Richard's unpleasant tone, a familiar discomfort in his voice. Yet, Flora reveled in it, unfazed by his unease. "Are you with your boss?" she inquired, her authoritative tone unsettling Richard. "No, ma'am. What can I do for you?" Richard hurriedly responded, an urgency to wrap up the conversation evident. "I need to share something crucial with you. I offended Rowan, and David wants to take the blame. I tried to stop h
David felt the rising tide of anxiety within him, his mind buzzing with questions about the mysterious audio. But just as he poised to play it, a jarring ring echoed in the room.Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand from the phone, reaching to answer the insistent call. As the device pressed against his ear, the urgency in Richard's voice filled the air, causing David to forget the audio entirely."Please, sir, come to Heritage restaurant. Your mother is attacking Miss Rowan there," Richard's words struck like a lightning bolt, propelling David to his feet.Perplexed, he questioned, "Why would she attack Rowan?" David's inquiry hung in the air, but Richard could not offer an explanation. Instead, a hurried plea urged David to make his way to the Heritage restaurantAfter David's mother sped away from the house, Richard trailed her for about thirty minutes, wondering if she was headed to Rowan's residence. To his surprise, she parked her car at a restaurant.As Richard observed, he spotte
David stood there, stunned by the words echoing through the phone. It was like a punch to the gut, and part of him desperately wished it was just a twisted plan by Rowan.Turning away, he faced the restaurant entrance, scanning for any sign of deceit. When he found none, he briskly walked away, leaving the echoes of the conversation behind.As he reached his car and opened the door, his phone rudely interrupted, vibrating in his hand. Reluctantly answering, he saw it was his mother on the line."David, don't let those words get to you. Flora wouldn't do something like that; she loves you, she's a good girl, and she won't bring you harm," his mother reassured, her voice carrying a mix of concern and conviction."Mom, I've got to go," David responded, abruptly ending the call, not wanting to entertain the possibility of his world falling apart.Listening to his mother's words, David sensed an undercurrent of doubt in her voice. It was as if her tone betrayed the reassurance she was tryi
Steve's words hung in the air, creating a pause that felt like an eternity for Flora. She took a moment to grasp the weight of his disclosure."Go on, Mr. Steve, spill it," Flora urged, anticipation etched across her face."I'm not sure if time is on our side, but my brother James holds the key to revealing your truth to David. Evidence that your lost baby isn't his. Proof that you're responsible for the death of Rowan's first child. He's on his way to expose it all to David," Steve declared.Flora's legs trembled beneath her, her heart racing as if trying to escape its confines. It felt like her very heart had come to a standstill."Miss Flora, are you still with me?" Steve's words pierced through the chaos in her mind, bringing her back from the brink of despair. She had always prayed this day would never come."Yes, tell me, why are you sharing all of this with me?" Flora managed to find her voice amidst the turmoil of emotions."I did it because I know how deeply my brother loves
"No way, it's gotta be a prank," Rowan mumbled as she thought about the call. Then, she let the phone slip from her grasp and nestled her head back into the cozy quilt, still feeling half-asleep, drifting back into the world of dreams. Over an hour had passed since that mysterious call, and Rowan was savoring her deep slumber until the blaring alarm shocked her awake once again. She rubbed her tired eyes and reached out to silence the annoying alarm. Suddenly, the memory of the call flooded back, and she hastily grabbed her phone, scrolling through the contact list. Her mouth fell open in disbelief, the room seemed to grow warmer, and she rubbed her eyes twice as if hoping the situation would change. "Why on earth would someone ring me up at 6:00 am and call me Mrs. Thompson?" Rowan wondered aloud, her mind swirling with confusion. It just didn't add up, seeing that truly she received a call. Realizing the clock ticking and the pressing need to head to work, Rowan swiftly changed