As we stepped through the porch, my heart jumped in my chest.
The thought of going in front of his mother was a bit too much. I had no idea how to react in front of her. I paused right outside the main door and Vince looked around, confusion running through his grey eyes.
"How do you think she’ll react?” I asked.
“You’ve already met her.”
“Yeah, but now that I know, she knows about me. It’s just too awkward."
He took a deep breath and, shaking his head, said, "See, my mother is a very understanding lady, though a little invasive. But she would do nothing to embarrass me."
"That's a good reassurance." I sighed.
"Or you," he added, stepping toward me and my breath hitched. Cupping my cheeks, he drew his face closer to mine and planted a deliciously soft kiss on my forehead. "And I’ll be here with you no matter what."
I wanted to lean into him. Kiss him. I wanted to feel him. “If I could just
VINCE I was more scared than Joy was, but I didn't want to admit it. Mum had seen me with a few women now and then, but I had never brought one home and the thought of Joy not being liked by Paige agitated me. Mum already like her as it was clear from her face. When Paige jumped into Joy’s lap, half my worries were gone. Joy, as I knew, wasn't very fond of kids, and her nervousness was completely understandable. Paige tried to take her upstairs, and all she needed was my reassurance. "She seems nice," Mum said. Her eyes scanned my expressions, and she added, "Definitely nicer than you described her. She’s beautiful as well and on the bonus side, Paige seems to like her too." I sighed with relief. "Yes." "Are you happy?" I looked into Mum’s eyes, trying to find the correct words. My insides filled with joy now that the mess about my life was out in the light. But I was more concerned about how Joy would react to
JOY "I’m glad that you’re okay," Vince said, his voice cheerful. I was balancing the phone between my ear and my shoulder while signing some papers and smiling like a lovesick idiot. The days had been passing too quickly. Vince was in Seattle due to work, but that didn't mean he hadn't shown how important I was to him. We texted every day for the past week since I’d last visited his house. It was new for both of us . . . whatever this was. "Why wouldn't I be okay? Stop worrying about me so much.” I sighed. “I’m going to have lunch with my dad today." "Oh, and here I thought you were so merry because I was coming back," he said playfully. "You’re coming back?" “Did I forget to pass the details?” “Yes.” I squealed. "I’m on my way to the airport," he said. "By the way, my mom wants you to have lunch with us tomorrow. It's a Sunday and hopefully, you don’t have any plans.” "I don’t, and it
VINCE Paige had been clinging to me since I had arrived home. She hated it when I had to go out on business, and for the same reason, I hated it too. But there was little I could do about it. Everything I did, my job and all those business outings, were all to secure my daughter's future. "Did you bring anything for me?" she asked in her soothing voiceas I made her sit on the kitchen island. I nodded. "I did, but first answer my questions. Did you have lunch?" she nodded, smiling. "And what did you do all week?" "Granny and I learned origami." Her hands shot up to grab my nose. "What’s that?" I questioned in a nasal voice because of Paige's grip. "Origami is harder than it looks," Mum said, entering the kitchen with a smile on her face and glass plates in her hand. She walked to me and planted a soft peck on my cheeks. "Welcome back, honey." “We made butterflies, ships, wall hangers and so many more, Daddy. You have to
JOY I knew talking to Vince would help, but I never thought it would convince me to do something I had never thought of all these years—talk to my mother and actually listen. I texted Dad. JOYCE:I’m sorry for leaving that way. I wasn’t in my right mind. GEORGE: I shouldn’t have kept it from you. She showed up two weeks ago, and I had the same reaction as you did. I laughed at the back of my mind. No wonder I was so like my father. JOYCE: But unlike me, you let her speak. GEORGE: Yes, and it did wonders. JOYCE:Is she still there? GEORGE:Yes. Do you want to talk to her? JOYCE:I’m coming over. Vince even let me process everything as he drove to Dad's place, as if he knew I was fighting myself at this. And when he parked in front of the hous
JOY "Yes, Mom." I gritted out, “I needed you, but you weren’t here. You never were. You never cared.” "That's not true. I always cared, Joyce." I shook my head. "You're such a liar . . ." I looked away, as I tried to hold on to my tears, but those stupid things. She cleared her throat. "I was forced to marry your father. I never loved him. I know he’s a good man, and I knew it back then, too. But I was young, and I wanted more than just the marital propositions. I wanted to love, and I found that love with Luke. I was so ashamed of what I did, but I didn’t want to let this feeling go. So the best option for us all was for me to leave. And the reason I didn't call was that I thought I was leaving you all for good. I knew you both would be happy with your father." "That's no excuse for being a shitty parent. But damn right, we were happy!" I said, anger surging through my voice. "I’ve missed you both so much and every moment of the day
VINCE I glanced at my phone and wristwatch back and forth. For a sudden moment, something or someone on the second floor of Joy's house had caught my eye. At first, I thought it was Mr Gale but then when I’d narrowed my eyes to take a better look, there was no one there. The neighbourhood where Joy's father lived was very quiet. Even a slight shriek would've been audible to the entire colony. It was peaceful, though a little terrifying as well. I looked around and my eyes paused by the gate of the neighbour's house. A man was standing right by the door, staring at me. He wore huge black sunglasses and a dark hoodie that covered his hair and his body structure entirely. There was no movement from that man, which bothered me even more. It was as if he was frozen on spot. But what was weird was his smile. I couldn't see it clearly but the feeling of it was enough to wreck my nerves. The door unlocked and Joy walked out
VINCE Neighbour?I seemed to have missed out on that little detail. My jaw twitched, and I looked away. I could kill anyone who crossed my path at this very moment. And Joy seemed to have noticed that. She kept a hand on my knees under the table. Mr Gale, too, saw me clenching his fists and blurted, "Everyone has a tragic past. Some are bad and some are worst, there's nothing in between. It's up to you if you want to hold on to them or move on," the latter, he said to his daughter, who only nodded. We ended their dinner on a peaceful note with random topics, but specifically about business and the collaboration project with Mr Gale's company. Joy and Agatha stood up and walked to the kitchen with the plates, leaving me and Mr Gale in the room. I wanted to tell Joy what she meant to me before Mum's surgery so that I could at least get something off my chest. Who knew what was to happen? I
VINCEJoy was standing by the door with her brows pressed together, studying us suspiciously. My heart skipped a beat. Somehow in my heart, it felt as though Joy wasn't prepared to know about Josh yet."We were—" Mr Gale's voice choked.I fell back on the chair, waiting for Mr Gale to clarify the situation. He would have to decide whether he would tell her. But my phone rang, drawing everyone’s attention to it. Beau's name flashed on it and I quickly answered, "Yes, Beau.""Vi, I have updates on Joshua. He was last seen around Joyce's house."His voice sounded rough, with a hint of horror."Joyce's flat?" I looked at Joy and watched her brows press slightly."No!"Beau panted, and then added in a breath,"George Gale's house."My eyes shot up at Mr Gale, beads of sweat dotting his forehead and his hands shaking. "When?"
Hi there, everyone. This is Shreya Sengupta, the author of this book, Healing Mr. Brown. Firstly, I would like to thank you all for reading and investing so much time in this book. Honestly, I know this is not the best work out there and this is definitely not my best work. I will not ramble about how I started writing this book only for fun and how it became a paid story. No. I just wanted to stop by and let you all know that this book is actually a part of a series called PERFECT FOR YOU. Vincent and Joyce’s book is actually book 2 in the series. Richard, Misoo and Beau have their own book and so do Jordan and Aubrey, as well as Olivia Stanton. Book 1 was about Jordan Sykes and Aubrey Evans, but unfortunately, I took it down from every site. Book 3 is about Richard and Misoo. Book 4 is about Beau and his client. And lastly, book 5 is about Olivia and a hot farmer. So, subscribe to my Patreon. Now, this series was all about time pass for me if I’m be
Hi there, everyone. This is Shreya Sengupta, the author of this book, Healing Mr. Brown. Firstly, I would like to thank you all for reading and investing so much time in this book. Honestly, I know this is not the best work out there and this is definitely not my best work. I will not ramble about how I started writing this book only for fun and how it became a paid story. No. I just wanted to stop by and let you all know that this book is actually a part of a series called PERFECT FOR YOU. Vincent and Joyce’s book is actually book 2 in the series. Richard, Misoo and Beau have their own book and so do Jordan and Aubrey, as well as Olivia Stanton. Book 1 was about Jordan Sykes and Aubrey Evans, but unfortunately, I took it down from every site. Book 3 is about Richard and Misoo. Book 4 is about Beau and his client. And lastly, book 5 is about Olivia and a hot farmer. So, subscribe to my Patreon. Now, this series was all about time pass for me if I’m be
[TEN MONTHS LATER] JOY I was at the edge of the dais, watching my dad flirt. That was an unsettling sight. I’d always wanted him to move on, start anew, date and fall in love again. But I had never expected him to choose Jordan’s mom as the candidate for it. God! That is why the sight was so unnerving. Not just for me, but for Jordan as well. He stood frozen beside me, his lips parted and nose crinkled as he watched the same scene as me. I could see him cringing underneath his oh-so-cool exterior. The dance floor was filled with couples waltzing around, our parents being one of them. The hall was grand, and the decorations and everything about this place were equally grand. Dad and Vince had given a lot of effort into the project and today was the success party of MQ3. “I can’t watch it anymore,” Jordan finally scoffed and turned to me fully. “How?” “They met at your grandfather’s birt
JOY“Vince,” I called, my voice shaking.He didn’t move. Didn’t turn. Only his shoulders heaved as he inhaled deeply. I stood behind him at a distance, not knowing why I couldn’t walk up to him. I wasn’t afraid of him, but I was unsure about what to do to make him become his usual self.“I’m sorry,” I blurted, looking down at my feet like a child waiting to be punished. Maybe I should’ve just told him about the attack. But he had to understand my side. He had been worried about his mother and I wanted him to have a good time. “Vincent, say something.”“I have nothing to say.”“Good. Then, hear me out.” I finally took a step toward him. “Look at me, please.” He didn’t. Sighing, I began anyway. “I know I did the wrong thing. I should’ve told you about the whole thing.”“You bet,” he snarled.“I know, but with everything going on, I didn’t want to burden you. You were so worri
JOY I followed Richard into the tall building with long glass windows and excellent furnishing and everything posh. The floor was cream marble and the walls were bright white. Opposite the entrance was the reception table. Two women in proper shirts and skirts, blazers and vests, smiled at us as we entered. “Mr Brown,” one of them said. Richard only gave a terse nod and walked past the table toward the elevator, ignoring their bright smiles. I really wanted to greet them, given how neglected they looked, but I was too worried to even fake a smile in my defence. We’d gone to Vince’s penthouse, but he wasn’t there. The place seemed ghostly. Beau was currently at the police station and his phone was out of reach, like Vince’s. I knew I shouldn’t have hidden it. But who knew he was observant enough to catch it? I remembered his lectures on listening before reacting, but now he was doing the same thin
VINCEWe moved to the dining room while Misoo, Joy, and Agatha walked back into the kitchen. I could see Richard’s jaw twitching as he avoided looking at Beau. And I knew if a war broke down between the two at this moment, then there was nothing I could’ve done to stop, no one’s side I could’ve or would’ve chosen.Richard and Beau weren’t the ones to blame, and neither was Misoo for the uncomfortable situation among these three. It was just that life happened.I sat on the chair beside Paige and waited for Richard to settle down as well. But Richard walked out of the room in a hurry, pulling his phone out of his trouser pocket.“I can’t believe you guys,” I began. “It’s been eleven years and you all are still hung up on the same bullshit?”“I’m not,” Beau protested, which made me snort.“Like hell, you’re not. Do you know what the biggest deal about this whole mess is? Misoo isn’t the
JOYBeau entered the living room with a rather tense demeanour, his hands held behind his back and his gaze flickering between the people present in the room. I knew he was uncomfortable about something but couldn’t pinpoint why.That was until I saw Misoo fidgeting through my peripheral vision. I shifted toward her, pretending to not notice the unspoken heat filling the room.“The house seems too packed, no?”Misoo was taken aback and jolted her head up to meet my gaze. “It does.”“Yeah,” I nodded. “I think it’s because of Beau’s presence.” She retorted a laugh, her almond eyes flicking toward the only man in the room before settling back on my subtle eye-hints at their tension. I asked, “So, aren’t you going to tell me what’s with the secret glances between you and him? I’m not blind, you know?”“Maybe some other time,” she said in a hushed tone. “Besides, your man’s coming back. If
JOYMom parked the car in front of Vince’s house and turned back to check on Paige who was deep asleep. Dad had taken care of Paige while Mom and I had spent most of the Saturday together. I had never realized how much Mom had changed and suffered. But I was willing to move on.Mom was here and that was all that mattered.And when Sunday morning dawned, Paige and I had to return. I felt much more relieved now that Josh was in prison as Beau had confirmed. But Mom wasn’t convinced that I was okay and had decided to stay with me.I looked at her and sighed. “You didn’t have to do this, you know, stay with me?”“I’ve lost a lot of time on you and I think this would be good. All three of us spending time,” she said.“Yeah.” I smiled. “But don’t you have work?”She nodded. “I’m a freelancer. All I need is my laptop and a place to sit.”“Well, you’re guaranteed to get
JOY “How’re you feeling?” Beau asked as Dad handed us the coffee mugs. It was way past midnight. I had tucked Paige safely in her bed before coming back downstairs to talk to Beau, who looked too tense within himself. “Good,” I said, slumping back on the couch, my body aching from the struggle. “Frankly, I was terrified to see him, but I think I’m okay now. I realised many things today.” Beau kept the mug on the table and said with all his sincerity, “I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself if something happened to you.” Meeting my thankful gaze, he added, “More so, my best friend would've hated me if Josh had—” “I’m fine," I confirmed, not letting him complete. "Besides, whatever Josh did wasn’t your fault.” He shook his head. “But it is. I took him too lightly and kept only two men at guard.” “How many more men would you have kept?” I asked with a raised brow that made him laugh.