Johannes's POV I woke up with a headache. I drank a lot last night. I saw soup on the table, and it was still hot. There was a note beside it, and I know too well to whom it belongs. I don't know if I should smile or feel agitated that she's acting the same even after what I said last night. I also did not know why I said that out of the blue. There was an urge in my chest, behind my head, telling me to ask her out. *** Last night... "Date me," I saw her freeze a little when I said that. She stepped back and smiled awkwardly at me. "Your next appointment will be in ten minutes, boss," she scans the tablet she's holding as she avoids my gaze. "You're avoiding me, Nathalie," "We're here for work, boss," "Exactly. I'm the boss. I decide. I'm the rule, Nathalie Taylor," her eyes stared directly at me. Her ocean blue eyes look like a surging ocean, unsure of what she needs to do next. I smirked. "I can wait for your answer, silly. You don't have to look so troubled," I said bef
"Why would you do that?" Nathalie asked, wiping her forehead because of the heat. "He's hitting on you," "And?" Johannes stopped walking, faced her, and wrinkled his nose. "And?" He asks sarcastically. "Are you asking me why because you didn't know, or you're pretending not to know? Are you teasing me, Nathalie? I'm telling you that this is not funny," the side of his lips lifted as he looked at Nathalie with disbelief. Johannes sighed. Nathalie looked lost with the words he had just mentioned. He could not believe he had to explain that he liked her. "I asked you to date me. That means I like you. I am waiting for your response, yes. But," he stared at her ocean blue eyes, waving like a tsunami's coming. "But I won't allow you to flirt with someone." "You don't get to decide on that, boss," Johannes arched a brow. This woman is testing his patience. He took off his sweater and wrapped it around Nathalie's waist. That was a designer's sweater that costs thousands of dollars,
Johannes glanced at the woman across the dining table. The sun slightly compliments her blonde, wavy hair as the wind plays with it. He smiled. He cannot believe she'd agree to dine with him after such a short notice. Well, it's a given because she is his secretary, after all. Still, Johannes knew this one could be an awkward situation for the woman after what happened last night. "How's the food?" Startled, Nathalie flinched a little before moving her eyes away from the dish to the man sitting across her. She gulped. Johannes stood out even more now that common folks surrounded them. They are currently eating outside, the heat is unbelievable, but the slight brush of the wind puts off the effects of it. Johannes waited for her answer, slightly curving his thin, reddish lips. Nathalie did not notice she was staring at it until Johannes lifted a side of it. "Do you want to kiss it?" He teased. Nathalie instantly looked away, putting down the utensils. "I-It's delicious," "Hmm?"
"Aren't you sleepy?" Johannes asked, wrapping a scarf around Nathalie's neck. It's not that cold, but the wind is quite chilly. "I, I just hoped I'd spend my Christmas in New York," she said, not looking at Johannes. The man stared at her side profile as he read her expression. It was not sad but longing. He felt a little guilty about keeping her with him when he could have agreed to fly back to New York yesterday. He planned to ask her to formally be his girlfriend tonight but was hesitant after hearing her thoughts. "Why?" He asked. Nathalie turned to him, and she smiled, and it was neither happy nor sad. "I just want to spend this day with someone really important to me, boss," Johannes furrowed his brows. "Important? Is it a guy?" He arched a brow. Nathalie felt a tingling sensation inside her chest. She chuckled and then nodded. "Yes, it is a guy, boss," she said, remembering her brother's face, "And he's handsome," she added. Johannes couldn't believe the woman was teasin
A week had passed since Christmas, and Nathalie was back to her work for Johannes. She woke up early to prepare all the paperwork she needed to address at the meeting later. Nathalie glanced at her watch; it was about time her brother called her to say hi. She took her tablet and waited for him. She always does the waiting so her brother can take his time. "Hey, Nathan!" [Sis,] his smile was so genuine that Nathan's handsome face was apparent even though he looked thin. His ash blonde, wavy hair compliments the whiteness of his skin. His nose is tall like his sister's. His eyes are blue, just like Nathalie's. The only thing that distinguishes the two is the color of their hair. Everything else was a carbon copy. "I miss you, Nathan," she leaned towards the screen as if she could touch him if she touched her tablet. [It's your fault for not spending the Christmas with me,] he scolded her. He even rolled his eyes. How cute. Nathan is a sixteen-year-old who spent almost his time ins
Johannes woke up earlier than usual. He took a bath and went to the kitchen with his tablet."Sir," he nodded at the chef as he guided him to the working area. Johannes is learning how to cook. He searched for a European dish that Nathalie would surely like."He had been coming here for a week now?""Really? How does he take time to cook? He got world-class chefs in his kitchen. Why would he learn how to cook?""I heard it's for a woman?""What? I heard it's because of a habit he had recently picked up,""No! I'm certain it's about a woman. Didn't you know he had been sending flowers to a woman in his company for over a month now?""Sir Johannes? Flowers? Woah, that's actually surprising,""Well, shouldn't we feel happy about it? I thought I'd never see him get that interested in a woman after what happened five years ago,""Shh! Do you want to get fired?!"Johannes heard them, but he could not bring himself to scold them. His head is full of how he should cook this meal for Nathalie.
"What? Your father came back? I... I thought he was dead?" Harries could not believe her ears. In front of her is Nathalie, who was still in shock as she witnessed her father earlier this morning. She thought he was dead... or that was what she had come to believe as she was not sure where he could have been after they left them with all those debts he accumulated after indulging in gambling. "What happened? Why did he come back? Why now when he had all the chance in the past?" Harries asked. Nathalie smiled bitterly. She remembered how silly she was expecting him to come back because he had finally come to his senses. She was wrong. Again. She was wrong to believe that her father was a good man. He was... He was a good man. Last night... Nathalie kept shaking as she waited outside the emergency room. Johannes approached her, giving her a bottle of water. "Drink," She stared at him, her face full of worry. Nathalie could not even understand why she would worry about a man who had
"A date?" Nathalie asked, looking at Johannes, who had just mentioned it while they were eating. They're in France right now after a business meeting for a client. "U-huh, are you in?" "Why all of a sudden? And aren't we dating right now?" She asked, confused. They had been visiting famous restaurants around France after they arrived here yesterday. "You call this date when we're simply eating?" Johannes raised a brow. He had never considered eating, which is a necessity, like a date. This is a different matter. "Then what are the things you consider dating, boss?" Nathalie asked. She knew he would have a different idea about dating as he was not accustomed to the life that Nathalie had. She also knew because she used to watch her parents date, and this was never something like mere eating outside. They would visit countries and watch theaters. Nathalie's family had really come to ruin. They used to go around the globe. Eating different cuisines from all over the world. She had
“Where are we going, Dad?” Julian asked his father while still yawning. He had just woken up from his afternoon nap when his father picked him up from his grandparent’s mansion. Julian Nathaniel Alejandro, Johannes felt proud while staring at his son’s ocean-blue eyes. “We’re going to the cemetery,” “Is Mom there?” Johannes looked at him with sad eyes and smiled, “Yes, Julian. We’re going to see Mom there,” Johannes fixed his son’s seatbelt and started the car’s engine. It had been seven years since Nathalie birthed Julian. He’s a big boy now who hates it when Johannes kisses him on the cheek. He used to giggle when his father did it, but now that he turned seven, he would glare at Johannes whenever he did that, especially when they were in a public place. Julian looked like Johannes, but his eyes took after Nathalie. Those deep blues of ocean that always enchanted Johannes. He could not help but stare at them whenever he had the chance. “Are we going to visit Abuelo too?” the
“Uncle Ken,” Yohan sat beside him. Johannes was still staring at the door where the woman had left. The harsh sound of the rain was worrying him. ‘Nathalie hates the rain,’ he thought to himself. He furrowed his brows and realized that the fact that the woman hated the rain popped up out of his head out of nowhere. Was it a memory? Did he remember that from the past? “Uncle Ken?” Yohan called him again since Johannes did not respond the first time. Johannes then looked at him and messed up his hair. “Come here, bud,” Yohan sat on Johannes’s lap and lowered his face. Yohan rubbed his hands against each other and then looked at Johannes with teary eyes. “Did Mama make a mistake to Uncle Ken?” he asked, crying now. “Yohan is the bad boy because I lied,” “What?” Johannes asked, furrowing his brows now since he could not understand him all too well. Yohan jumped from his seat and took something from his pocket. “Yohan was mad when he learned that you were getting married. I thought
One week had passed since Nathalie and Johannes had a check-up. Nathalie is fine now, but the latter seemed different. Johannes stared at her sleeping figure. He had been doing this for almost a week now. After what he witnessed last time, Johannes always found himself inside her bedroom. Staying beside her while Nathalie cries in her sleep. Johannes could not understand what it was that pulled him to the woman he had lost memories of. Should he open himself for her, or should he cut every string connected to her? Johannes could not decide. "Nathalie... Nathalie Taylor," he muttered *** The chairman handed over the folder to General Smith. He’s a companion he had when he was just starting out, thus, confirming the trust between them. “We had been trying to figure out these cases before... I can’t believe such a young woman could do all these evil things,” “She’s crazy, Smith,” “Are you sure you want to hand it over to us?” General Smith asked the chairman. Miraflores Alej
"You're here again," Yael tried to get up but gave up when she felt an exhausting pain inside her stomach. It was so painful that her eyes teared up. Johannes panicked and ran to her. Worrying, he told Yael, "This is why I always come here. I told you you don't have to get up when I come here. How could you be so stubborn!?" He shouted to the poor woman. Yarl stared at his enraged face and then averted her gaze, "I told you you don't have to come here... you... you found your home, Johannes," "Ken. You gave me that name. Use that," "Johannes—" "Are you really trying to make me mad? Johannes here, Johannes that! I fucking cannot remember anything related to that name, so damn it, just treat me as that penniless Ken before!" Johannes frustratedly told her. Yael had realized her mistake. She stared into his eyes and tried to read his confused emotion. Yael had met Johannes when he was still in the hospital. She assisted Johannes back then, and he had felt indebted to her kindness.
Nathalie’s POV I was about to get inside the mansion when I saw a familiar figure, but I doubt it was him. It would be impossible to see him out of his cave. “Nathalie Taylor!” I turned around and saw Harries waving at me. It had been so long since we last saw each other. She even nagged me because I was behaving unlike myself these past few months. “Harries!” I hugged her, and she kissed me on the cheek. Harries still treats me like a child, really. I motioned her to sit on the chair and asked a waiter to serve us food. “How was your trip?” “Terrible,” I furrowed my brows; this woman loves traveling like how she loves medicine. To hear her condemn her last trio like this, something must have had occurred. She rolled her eyes when a man greeted her with a kiss. Now I get it. Harries must have felt upset with her husband, Loki. He’s a businessman like Johannes though he majored in the medicine industry, the reason why he eventually met my best friend through the same acquaintanc
Cohen’s POV I could swear I never intended to attend this fucking party. There were a lot of familiar faces though I am sure that they didn’t know who I was. Sebastian is doing his thing of introducing me to everyone he knows, which is practically everyone at this event. “Sebastian,” “Hmm? Wait. Mr. Alfredo! Hey! Long time no see. How is it going with the firm?” he chatted with yet another man in a suit. Sebastian seems friendlier than the last time I saw him. I distanced myself a little since it would be a nuisance if he asked me to talk to his acquaintances. I sat by the bar, and the bartender gave me a tequila. I smirked and greeted him with proud eyes. He dares challenge me? Well, I have a pretty high tolerance when it comes to these types of drinks. I was enjoying myself when the host announced that the party was about to start. I could vomit at the sight of the host of this event. What the hell? Is this party about them? Sebastian, you idiot. I should not have mentioned Nath
Cohen’s POV It felt strange waking up on a soft mattress. It had been a long since I last slept in one. I don’t know why it feels empty though this room is not even that big, to begin with. It’s cold, really. Winter is knocking on the corner of this house. I stood up after lazily staring at my ceiling for hours, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with me today. It should be another day when I should visit the eatery and cook for them, but for some reason, I picked up my phone and told them I’d have to take a leave for today. When I went to the kitchen, Caleb was already there, cooking breakfast. He glanced at me and smirked, “Fancy seeing you wake up late,” I ignored him and went to make my coffee. He seemed to be in the mood today that he irritated me this early. “Where’s mom?” I sat on the edge of the table as I looked at him over my cup of coffee. Caleb turned around and shrugged his shoulders. I furrowed my brows with that. “You don’t know?” “No, I mean, she asked me
"A party?" Ken just reached home after visiting Yael in the hospital. He did not want to leave her, but his family insisted that he stays at home. Yohan was with a nanny since he wanted to stay beside his mother. Johannes stared at his parents with a confused expression, "What party? Do I have to participate in one?" he asked again, removing his coat. It was snowing outside. The first snow was last night, and the whole city was covered in white the following day. Joaquin and Beatrice smiled at Johannes, "This is to celebrate your return, son," Joaquin said. Ken furrowed his brows and sat on the couch. He stretched his neck. When he opened his eyes, he looked at his parents and shook his head. "I hate parties." "You don't even remember that," Clinton, who came from the entrance, interrupted his cousin's refusal. Clinton gave Beatrice a box of a new set of tea from China. The woman smiled at him and then turned to her son again. "Clinton is right, Johannes," "Ken. I told you to call
Nathalie visited the orphanage again when she felt well. She brought a lot of toys and food that she bought from the market. The kids were happy to see her, chanting the fairy song they had made to dedicate it to her. Nathalie was looking around, and Olivia noticed that she was looking for something, “Are you looking for something, Nathalie?” “Oh, ahm... I... I was just wondering where Yael and Johannes—I mean Ken are,” she shyly replied. She had heard from the nurse that Yael had been discharged, so she assumed that the woman was already feeling better. Nathalie thought they would be here since it seemed like Johannes liked being around the children, but afternoon came, and there was no shadow of him, Yael, or her son. “Yael? Oh dear, you haven’t heard the news yet? She was brought to the city to have medications, her illness relapsed, and she needed better treatment,” Olivia told her. Nathalie was shocked. She could not utter a reply and just forced herself to smile. Nathalie we