Hailey's soft laugh suddenly reached his ears and he stared down to find her giving him a helpless look. "Hand me the red-looking one and the yellow one," she instructed. "You're going to love a mix of strawberry and vanilla." Strawberry and vanilla. Wasn't that a weird combination? Kendrick's eyes surveyed the bottles again. He found the said colors and retrieved them before closing the glass."Is that healthy?" He couldn't help but ask as he handed her the bottles.She only replied with a nod, that small smile still on her lips. "You're going to love it, I promise." She stopped in front of the machine and said.Then she uncapped both bottles and placed a drop of each in the creamy mixture. Kendrick's lips stretched into a smile and he approached her again. "Yeah, I'm going to love it," he whispered against her ear and wrapped his arms around her. Well– she stiffened. "But you know what else I'll love the most?" He continued. However, before he could go on further, she let out a s
"I'm not." Kendrick held her glare. She was taking the guilt so far. He didn't need her to feel guilty. Not when she'd go to this extent to deprive him of his things. What would she do if she knew the actual truth?Of course, he wouldn't let her know. He wouldn't even imagine how she would react. "Just give me my computer back. It isn't like I won't take my drugs." Hailey looked as if she wanted to argue. She gave him a tired look in the end, and let out a sigh. "You're right. Maybe I should give it back to you. You'll take your drugs. I don't see how you'll even get to overwork yourself." Kendrick instantly knew the meaning behind her words. Those drugs. They were more like sleeping pills. He wouldn't get any work done even if he wanted to. His jaws clenched and he shut his eyes, only to open them to find her smiling again. She was giving him a taunting smile."I'll let you have your computer." She waved her hand. "But you can't go to your study until you eat the cakes." "Oh, I
He placed it on his working desk, then his eyes caught the drawer. Did the Butler come inside? He frowned. He was sure he had closed it properly. He contemplated whether to shred them now or leave the job to the Butler. The papers were still sitting there, he shouldn't waste any time now.But he would waste her time. His eyes went to the door. Hailey was waiting downstairs. The papers could wait but he wasn't certain her temper would.One moment, she was scared. The next moment, she was smiling. And the next, she would look as if she wanted to burst.Was this a malfunction indicating that there was a high chance she'd revert to her old self? She had given him her words. And Kendrick assured himself for the umpteenth time that she wouldn't. He wasn't one to sit and ponder when he had the means to get his answer. And he questioned again. Would she even open up? He left the study room and went downstairs where he found her holding a small plate with three cupcakes on it. The cake w
"Master, I thought you might need this." The Butler held out a bottle of water to him.Kendrick rose up from the couch and went to sit on the swivel chair. He brought the white bag out of the drawer and picked out each pill from its tablet. Then he took the water bottle from the Butler and swallowed it with the drugs. "I want you to destroy these reports." He nodded to the white papers still inside the opened drawer."Yes, Master." The Butler picked both papers out and gave a nod.And as the drugs began taking effect and his eyelids started becoming heavy, the Butler brought out a shredder from behind the shelves. And through his blurry eyes, Kendrick could see him plucking its fuse in a socket. After that, he dropped the reports inside them and the sound of the machine eating out the papers was the last to reach his ears before he fell into a deep sleep. It wasn't good to keep having them around. The fewer people knew, the better it would be. He had also made sure none of the ser
Kendrick frowned. He didn't like her tone. He knew better than anyone, she was gritting the words out. "I gave it to Sharon—""I know." She cut him off in a light tone. "You don't sound happy." Kendrick held her chin. He couldn't understand what both girls had against each other. Even after the truce, there was still an unmistakable tension between them. Sharon had tried to act nice and Hailey— well, she never faked her emotions. And right now, she was faking them. "Didn't I?" She laughed. Not at him but herself. Her words sounded self-mocking. "It wasn't my concern to have you finish it. It's just a damn cupcake." She pursed her lips. "If I wasn't happy, I would have wiped the rest on your face." "Really?" Kendrick raised a brow and couldn't help but smirk at her.Hailey met his gaze and nodded, her lips stretching into a smile. "You were right, I've worked hard. And I don't like my hard work to be trifled with." Wiping a cupcake on his face? Kendrick didn't know why he found
"I want to go there and and..." She trailed off as if it wasn't a great idea to say the remaining words. There was a flicker of fear in her eyes for a second. She swallowed what seemed like her saliva and continued. "I want to go there and see to it that Kara's doing well. She's been taking care of the diner for so long, I don't want to let her think I've left all the burdens on her." And now, she was lying. Kara had communicated with him through the bodyguard. She even urged him to not let Hailey come to the diner soon. Her headache episodes were over, but slight stress could trigger them. As if reading his thoughts, Hailey's hold tightened around his hand and she went on to say, "You don't have to worry about a thing. Kara is there. She won't let me tire myself out even if I want to. And I promise you I won't. I will also reduce my workload and always return home early."Kendrick kept his eyes glued to her expression, the feeling of her hands on his not helping him to concentrat
He knew his friend had told her something. Kendrick wasn't cunning for nothing. He was too clever. She was even afraid to spend more than a minute with him. Not when she was still battling with this shocking knowledge of his dangerous life.Hailey had thought she would be able to come to terms with it if she stayed away from him. She even followed his request and didn't step foot in the hospital, with the assurance that he would take his drugs.Yet, those three days weren't enough. They weren't enough to pacify those suffocating emotions inside her. She felt hopeless and helpless at the same time. And one more daunting thing. The rising guilt inside her scared her beyond explanation. Kendrick had told her it wasn't her fault. She also knew that.It was his negligence that had caused him to fall sick. The Butler had said he was too stubborn to take his drugs. She was a living witness.Despite that, she couldn't help but feel guilty whenever she stared into his tired eyes.That was w
"I think you should see a psychotherapist, Sharon." Hailey snickered and gave her a pitiful look. "No, I think you should start packing your things, Hailey." Sharon chuckled. "Because your days here are numbered. You might even come back to find your things thrown out. Not even this baby can save you now, Hailey." She gestured at Hailey's bump. "Your days here are over." 'Relax, Hailey. She is simply a pathetic maniac' Hailey chanted to herself and she made up her mind to not let the girl's words get to her.Treating her as air, she entered her car and Rick closed the door and went to the driver's seat to start the car.But Sharon was persistent. And the happiness in her eyes only increased.She came to Hailey's side before the engine could kick off and she shook her head. "If I were you, I wouldn't return here today, or even ever. Because you wouldn't believe what I found in Ken's study." She sighed and let out another happy laugh. "Just don't come back, Hailey. It will be better f