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
"When is the wedding?" The crowd immediately fell into silence as the old man stared at Nathalie, who was as red as a tomato right now. Johannes chuckled as he waited for the woman to respond. Even the other members of their family looked into Nathalie's way. She gulped as she processed the situation she was pitched in. It was the first time that Mr. Alejandro had been this bold in telling that he really wanted Nathalie in the family. She was about to open her mouth when Brian suddenly laughed. "Sorry," he said, still laughing. "It's just funny how everyone seemed like they saw an angel when Abuelo said that. Come on, people, you all know how much Abuelo adores this little woman right here," he smirked, winking at Nathalie. Johannes glared at him, but he simply smirked and played with his utensils. Their grandfather faked a cough and smiled at Nathalie. "It would be nice to get married by the end of this year," he said. Nathalie faked a smile. The year had just started, and this
Nathalie's POV I am staring at the papers before me when another cup of coffee was served. It's the third time this week that he's brewing me one. Last week it was lunch meals, and now he's trying to make coffee. I don't know if it was because I mentioned last time that I really love to drink coffee to start my day. He was not even present at the time. I was only with Clinton! How could those things reach him that fast? "Where are you going?" he asks. Johannes stands up from his seat and walks in front of me. His thick brows furrowed, confused. I am not surprised that he is. It's the first time I would take an undertime. Did Clinton not relay it to him? I made sure he knew that I would be leaving for the afternoon. Harries called me over because she's not feeling well. Her husband is out of the country, and she's really not comfortable with the maids. She sometimes acts like a kid whenever she has the chance. "I will be taking my leave, boss," "Now? Why? You still have three hou
"How much is it? I'll pay you," Johannes took his wallet out of his pocket and counted the money in front of the man. It should be fine since he's paying anyway, but Pablo did not take it in a good light. He felt insulted, degraded, small... His blood boils at the thought that Johannes is looking down on him.He hates it. It was the same look in the eye that gazed at him when he was still in jail... when he was still powerless. Pablo laughed sarcastically, making his minions laugh with him. He glared at Johannes and punched him without much thought."Boss!"Johannes is on the floor, holding his bruised jaw. Blood is evident on his lips, and his eyes are dark. He's mad. Nathalie went to him and checked his condition."You're bleeding!" She panicked. She took her purse and looked for a hanky. Johannes stopped her."It's fine," he said and stood up. Johannes looks at Pablo as if a predator wanting to eat his prey. "Don't you know who I am?" Johannes asked. Pablo stared at him and laugh
"Go on, cry on me," Nathalie stared at Johannes. Her ocean-blue eyes were raging with emotions, yet only silent cries could be heard from her. Johannes pulled her into a hug and embraced her in his arms. She cried. And cried. And cried. Nathalie cried for so long that her tears dried up as Johannes's shirt was wet. When she finally calmed down, she stared at Johannes's amber-colored eyes. It calmed her. It always does. "Thank you," she mumbled as she pulled herself away from the man, but Johannes grabbed her arm. Nathalie gazed at his hand against her arm, it was not tight, but she felt like she could not walk away because of such a loose grip. "Nathalie," his voice sounded so profound. Nathalie was stunned when she felt something tingling in her stomach when he voiced out her name. It was just a mention of her name, but it felt really different in a way. "Nathalie," again, he called her name. Nathalie and Johannes were staring intently at each other when a fake cough broke th
Johannes's POV I stared at the woman beside me. She's sleeping soundly. I am playing with her hair, slightly brushing them between my fingers. How could someone have such soft hair? And it smells really soothing as well. Man. My girlfriend is the best there is. Woah. I still cannot believe how natural that sounded to me. She... she likes me too. At last, after courting this woman for a longer time than I expected, I finally heard her yes. It's overwhelming, especially after what happened in the parking lot. I do not want to stick my nose more into that business. I want to respect Nathalie's privacy as much as I can. I do not really want to invade her life too much more than necessary. First of all, we are yet to be tied to each other. We do not have rings on our fingers just yet that will make it possible for each of us to go through each other's life. I... I want to discover things about her one at a time. I sit up when she opens her eyes. Her ocean-blue eyes would forever loo
“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