"Yasmin, where's your phone?" Casandra called out to Yasmin who was in her room."Why, sis?" she asked, visibly annoyed when Casandra questioned the whereabouts of her phone, as if Yasmin didn't like someone who was currently trying to contact her."No, it's your boyfriend. He's saying that Robert complained to him that you haven't been picking up his calls even though he's been trying to reach you for a while, and your number is active."Yasmin grabbed her phone and handed it to Casandra."Could you talk to him?""Why is that?" Following Yasmin's steps as she went to the back terrace."I'm annoyed, sis. It's not that I don't want to answer Robert's calls, but I'm tired of hearing him confess his love for me. I've told him that I can't get married and can't accept his love request, even though I'm ready to get married today; still, he's not the man I would choose," Yasmin grumbled, satisfied to have rejected Robert who didn't seem to understand her position."But what's wrong with pic
"What do you mean, Alex?""I started thinking that Yasmin's rejections might be related to Frans. Haven't you noticed that recently they seem to be close, even exchanging glances at the dinner table? I haven't paid much attention due to work, but I could sense that Frans has feelings for Yasmin, and vice versa. They also spend time alone together on the back terrace. Though when I'm around, they just seem to have regular conversations.""If that's the case, Alex?""Are you suggesting that Frans and Yasmin might be in a relationship?"Casandra nodded. "Yes, then what about Robert? Of course, he might feel it's unfair since Yasmin rejected him but accepted Frans.""I don't think Robert would think that way because as far as I know, he's mature and understands the situation. If Yasmin does fall for Frans, he wouldn't force his wishes. Besides, there's no harm in Yasmin pursuing her own love life. She's grown up now and can determine what's right and wrong. As for Frans being a widower, t
Frans parked his car in the driveway, looking at the quiet house with a few lights turned off. This indicated that Alexander and Casandra had gone to bed. It was only natural considering it was already 11:00 PM.After spending time at the mall and watching a movie until they lost track of time, they had forgotten how quickly the clock had ticked away. When they were together, time seemed to fly by. Unbeknownst to them, it was already late into the night."Thank you for today, Frans," Yasmin said, unfastening her seatbelt and turning to face Frans who was doing the same."I also say thank you, because this has been a joy for both of us."Yasmin gave Frans a grateful smile, because what he said was true. Everything they did today was truly for the two of them, not for themselves individually."Good night."Yasmin was about to open the car door, but Frans held her back."Wait a moment, I'm not done yet." Frans unclasped the necklace that was hanging around his neck."W-what is this?" Yas
Before entering, Frans assessed the condition of Maxime's house. He didn't want anything that could cause trouble for him and Yasmin later on. Even though he had already sent a friend to help, he still needed to be cautious. Today was the second day that his friend had been carrying out the task. And today, taking advantage of having no work at the hospital, as promised, Frans would make time to check on Maxime's condition and inspect the work of the doctor he had sent.He was afraid that Tomas might interfere with the work in progress. Frans didn't want his reputation to be tarnished in Cesilia's eyes, so he had to be actively involved."It's fine, let's stop by here first before we go shopping," Frans said."Sure, Frans," Yasmin nodded, tightening her grip on his hand.Since a while ago, it was Frans who had been holding her hand, and now she wanted to reciprocate his actions. She wasn't afraid of being seen by others while they were outside. At home, Yasmin was a bit hesitant to sh
"Where are we going first, to find clothes or books?" Frans parked his car in the mall parking lot."Let's look for books first, Frans. So that later we can just focus on finding clothes. I think I don't need many clothes; I still have so many in my closet. The first time I came here, my sister suggested online shopping.""Alright, books it is then." Frans helped Yasmin unfasten her seatbelt, and they both got out of the car together. Just like usual, they walked side by side, holding hands, as they explored the various stores in the mall.Yasmin seemed enthusiastic about choosing all the supplies she would need for her upcoming college. Patiently, Frans followed behind, observing Yasmin as she carefully selected each item."Which one is better?" Yasmin asked, handing over two larger-sized books."Which one?" Frans asked, puzzled, as he didn't see anything particularly special about those books. To him, a book was used for writing, and there was no difference."Isn't the cover nice? D
Frans immediately reached out his hand to the woman and kissed the back of her hand."Mother, let me introduce you to Yasmin, my girlfriend.""Girlfriend?" the middle-aged woman repeated, observing Yasmin from head to toe. "Frans, you're not joking, right? Is this really your girlfriend? Whose niece did you pay to pretend to be your girlfriend?""Mother...," Frans interjected. "Please don't let your teasing strain our relationship.""Well, come on, she's so young and beautiful, she surely wouldn't be interested in a widower like you.""Mom," Frans cautioned again, and the middle-aged woman rubbed her temple."Get to know Mother first. My name is Tiara, Frans' mother.""Yasmin." She extended her hand to introduce herself, not forgetting to kiss the back of the middle-aged woman's hand."Don't listen to Mother. It's all just playful banter," Frans said, lightening the mood.However, Yasmin was already too scared to face the woman. Sensing Yasmin's nervousness, Tiara immediately embraced
Perhaps about two weeks had passed since Frans accompanied Yasmin for shopping. Yasmin had also started attending classes. An unusual feeling began to arise in Alexander and Cassandra's hearts. Why? Because Yasmin always returned home with Frans. Their excuse was that they accidentally bumped into each other on the street, even though as far as Alexander knew, the hospital where Frans worked was in the opposite direction from Yasmin's campus. Even their visits to Maxime's house had this same pattern. The oddness intensified when Alexander checked his bank account transactions. He looked at the dates and times when Yasmin went shopping with Frans. Alexander clearly remembered that on that day, Yasmin came home with a lot of shopping bags, but when he looked at his bank account, there was no expenditure recorded for that day. This meant Yasmin didn't use the debit card he had given her. So, whose money did Yasmin use for shopping?Placing his phone on the nightstand, Alexander glanced
Casandra folded her arms across her chest and stared at Yasmin from head to toe. Naturally, Yasmin didn't understand what to do or say after Casandra had suddenly asked her to talk, especially since she and Frans had just finished kissing. She was now haunted by fear."Now tell me, what kind of relationship do you have with Frans?" Casandra asked once her emotions had calmed a bit."There's nothing between me and Frans, sis.""Are you sure there's absolutely nothing between you and Frans?"Yasmin attempted to maintain her composure, even though her head felt heavy as she did so. But to hide her relationship with Frans, she still went along with it."If there really is nothing between you and Frans, then whether you like it or not, you'll have to accept Robert's proposal."Casandra averted her gaze elsewhere, anywhere but at Yasmin."Why all of a sudden, sis? Asking me to accept Robert's proposal. What's going on? Didn't I already tell you I would never accept that guy's proposal?""It