"When the heart longs for its love, the eyes see it. The heart beats with anticipation but the mind says it's a lie. The eyes see it again and the heart keeps pounding. The mind finally gives in and says it is the truth.""W–What are you doing here, Mr. Hudson?" Eve stepped aside as the man approached her. "And when the mind says it's the truth, things become clear. Inside and out, we are one. My heart, soul, and body, belong to no one but you.""Mr. Hudson, has anyone ever told you you're a bad poet? Stop following me now, or you won't like it.""I am no poet, Eve." Wade stopped walking. "These are only words from my heart.""Mr. Hudson." Eve's fists clenched by her sides and she took in a deep breath. "I have told you to stop stalking me, I even pleaded with you to leave me alone. Why are you so stubborn, or do you think my threats are groundless?""When it touches the heart, it is genuine. My eyes can see nothing else but your face. My ears can hear nothing else but your name. Whe
"Ouch! It's okay, Elena. Leave it like that." Eve squeezed her eyes shut, nudging the Stewardess's hand away. "Are you sure you're well enough to go out?" Elena stopped rubbing ointment on her waist. "Madam, you must be careful. Why don't you stay away from the Young Master for a little while.""But I have to go to the company." Eve pushed her blouse down and tucked it into her trousers. "Besides, this is my first day as a member of the AEC. I can't appear lazy.""You hadn't recovered well when the Young Master repeats it. What if something happens again–""Ethan wasn't as hard on me as he was the last time." Eve wore her shoes then stood up. "See, I can even walk properly."Elena sighed and nodded. "Whoever that Mr. Hudson is, he is definitely up to no good. You have to avoid him at all costs, Madam. He's the kind of man that only likes to go after married women. Don't let yourself fall victim to him, understand?""I get it, Elena." Eve gritted her teeth. "If he ever comes near me a
Eve let out a gasp before quickly turning around. She used her bag to cover the side of her face, then she ran off in the opposite direction. After walking around the huge skyscraper, she finally located the Cafe and her heartbeat eased down. "You are late, Mira. What took you so long?" One of the middle-aged men at Amanda's office approached her. The whole cafe was vacant. Only a handful of employees were present. They were not even more than twenty. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Clinton." She smiled and wore her bag properly. "I had to squeeze out of the president's tight schedule. You know what a workaholic he is." "Make sure this never happens again." Mr. Clinton warned. "We are always cautious, no one knows we meet up here. So you must make it seem like you don't like the food in the company's cafeteria and prefer lunch in outside restaurants.""Got it, Mr. Clinton. I'll take note of that." Employees, both male and female, old and young, sat at the tables spread across the wide cafe.
Eve stepped toward the desk and walked past the pile of documents. She stopped by the floor-to-ceiling glass window and looked out of it before tossing the document out. After dusting her hands, she returned to the couch and lay down on it, breathing out a sigh. Her eye lingered on the ceiling for a while and slowly, her vision turned blurry. Eve covered her mouth to hold back a yawn when footsteps approached the door followed by a slight knock. And moments later, the door was pushed open from the outside and a female employee stepped in. "Ehm, Mrs. Anderson– I mean, Mimi." She stopped in front of Eve and hesitated. "I got a promotion last week and the others promised to throw a party for me after work today.""A promotion!?" Eve sat up and exclaimed. "Wow, congratulations, Anna. I'm so happy to hear that.""Thank you." The employee smiled. "I– I wonder if you would like to come to the party with us. Everyone will be there.""Really?" Eve's brows furrowed. "Please don't say no."
Her head pounded in rhythm with the rapid beating of her heart. Eve's eyelids weighed like mountains as she struggled to open her eyes. A ray of bright light pierced her vision and she groaned out loud, shutting her eyes again. "Urgh. Who asked you to open the window, Ethan!" Eve mumbled and she held her forehead and turned her back to the window. Her head was still pounding as if it would explode. And her hands reached forward to touch the man. "Argh! What the hell did you do to me, Ethan? Why can't it stop?""Good morning, Beauty?""Huh?"A strange voice reached Eve's ears and her hand halted. This time, she forced her eyes open and her gaze fell on the man lying next to her with his hand propped up. "Ahhhhh!" Eve let out a loud scream and scrambled up. "W–Who, W–What are you– Why am I here!?" She asked frantically and pulled the sheet off her body. "Is that how you greet your soulmate good morning, Sweetheart?" The man smiled and sat up on the bed. "Ahhhhh!" Eve screamed again
"E–Ethan." Eve's heart literally jumped out of her chest. Her eyes flew wide and her body trembled. "H–Honey, y–you're still home. W–Why didn't you—""Evelyn!" Ethan gripped her arms hard. "Where the hell are you coming from?"Eve struggled fruitlessly, her chest heaving up and down erratically. "S–Stop it, Ethan. I can explain.""Explain what!?" The man pushed her aside and she landed on the floor."Ahhh! My waist! Ethan, Are you crazy!" Eve scrambled back until her back hit the wall. "I told you I'd explain, now stop acting like a maniac."Ethan glared down at her, his fists clenched and his eyes red. "H–Honey." Eve stood up and held his arm. "Please don't be mad at me, you can't believe what I went through yesterday. I'm at fault for not returning home or picking up your calls, but I have an explanation for all that. I really suffered a lot.""You suffered?" Ethan pushed her away. "More like you were having a good time, Eve.""Ah! It's not like that.""Then how can you explain thi
Eve averted her gaze and proceeded down the stairs. She walked past the living room, heading for the dining area, and Elena appeared from the kitchen direction with a tray of food. "It is not yet time for dinner, but the sun has long set. I knew you would be hungry, Madam. That's why I prepared this." Elena settled the tray on the table as Eve lowered herself to a chair. "Madam." Elena cleared her throat and lowered her voice. "Now that the Young Master has gotten his answers, you can see that he's no longer angry. I hope you're not still mad at him.""You forgot my orange juice, Elena." Eve picked up the spoon. The food was steaming hot. Her stomach was still grumbling. However, the urge to eat was far from her mind."Oh, I'm so sorry, Madam. I'll bring it right away." Elena walked away and disappeared in the kitchen direction. Eve let out a sigh and forced some of the food down her throat. And footsteps came from behind her, then they stopped beside her. Ethan sat on the head ch
"Grandpa!" Eve hurried inside the room and knelt on the bedside. "What happened to you, Grandpa? Are you sick? When did you fall sick? Grandpa, is it serious?""You, this silly girl. Which question do you want me to answer first?" Her grandfather chuckled. "This Old Man is as fit as a horse.""Since when did you fall sick, Grandpa?" Eve held his hand. "Young Miss, he is suffering from high blood pressure. Be rest assured, compared to last week, your grandfather is recovering well," her grandfather's caregiver answered. Eve shook her head and sighed. "Grandpa, why didn't you tell me you were sick during the phone call?" She looked toward the Old Man and murmured. "It is just a minor illness, I don't see why I should bother you with it." The old man patted her head."But Grandpa—""Actually, Young Miss, not a day goes by without your grandfather speaking of you. He longs so much to see you. This, I think, is part of the reason why he fell sick.""Really, Grandpa?" Eve's heart twisted