Milo’s lips twitched, a hint of mischief in his eyes. ‘Wilde Enterprises is a famous company, Mom. And I read that article you did on him. Then I saw a picture of him.’‘Oh.’But that wasn’t the whole truth.In reality, Milo had managed to hack into the hospital’s database once he realised the significance of the DNA test.He had seen the results two days before Alessia did and had taken it upon himself to Google Logan Wilde.However, since his mother frowned upon his hacking tendencies, he chose to keep his own investigation under wraps.Alessia sighed. ‘So, any thoughts? Do you want to meet him?’‘But it appears that you don’t want me to.’ Milo observed his mother’s weary expression.‘It’s not that.’ Alessia’s shoulders sagged. ‘It’s just… he has his own life now, and maybe even a girlfriend. I don’t know if I should just spring this on him.’Milo’s gaze held a quiet wisdom beyond his years. ‘Is he a good man, Mom?’Alessia considered her response carefully. ‘He’s okay, I guess. Dec
Sofie’s voice flowed like a bubbling stream, her animated chatter filling the space. ‘You won’t believe what happened during my shopping spree last week. I stumbled upon this fabulous boutique, and the moment I stepped in, I knew I had to have the entire collection.’‘Uh-huh.’ Logan’s eyes were distant as he absently swirled the wine in his glass.He made noncommittal sounds in his throat, his mind wandering elsewhere, wondering what Alessia was doing at that very moment.Sofie leaned in, her laughter like wind chimes in the evening breeze. ‘Hey, you with me, Logan?’Logan blinked, his focus returning to the present. ‘You were talking about shopping.’Sofie’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she leaned back. ‘Sorry, I know it must sound boring to a busy man like you. Let’s change the topic then. Let me tell you about the time I went scuba diving. The underwater world is a whole new universe, you know? I took pictures of angelfish, parrotfish, butterflyfish and had a run-in with an incr
Logan fell silent for a long while, then finally said, ‘That’s not it.’Sofie shrugged. ‘Fine, let’s talk about something else.’The moment the two hours were up, Logan signalled the waiter for the bill and signed it.Pushing back his chair, he rose to his feet and turned to face Sofie. ‘I know you have a driver, so I’m not going to drive you home. Good night.’And with that, he walked away, leaving Sofie alone.She twirled her phone in her hand, watching Logan leave with a calculated smile on her painted lips.Logan Wilde was just as aloof and unapproachable as she anticipated.But it was fine.She hadn’t counted on melting the ice wall he put up around his heart with just one date.The two hours tonight were not a total loss.At least he remembered her name and hadn’t said no when she asked if they could meet again sometime later.The only problem was: how to create the opportunities to meet him again.Logan’s grandfather and hers were family friends, which was the only reason that
Logan stood at the edge of the lake, the sun dipping low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the water.He looked out at the small fishing boat where his grandfather, Albert, was peacefully fishing alone.The old man had a parasol propped up to shield him from the afternoon sun, a cooler full of drinks by his side, and a comfy lounge chair on which he relaxed.Perched on Albert’s shoulder was a spirited yellow-crested cockatoo named Sunny, who squawked a greeting as Logan approached.‘Nice of you to show up,’ Albert snorted, not bothering to look away from his fishing line.‘Show up!’ Sunny repeated reproachfully.Logan shrugged. ‘I had some things to take care of.’He glanced around, taking in the serene surroundings before asking, ‘Where’s Arlie?’‘At school, where else?’ Albert replied gruffly.Logan reached into the supplies nearby and grabbed another fishing rod.He settled into a chair next to Albert, the two of them fishing side by side in companionable silence.With a f
Logan and Albert sat down at the long dining table.‘Where’s Arlie?’ Logan asked.‘Still at school.’ Albert tied the bib around his neck.His hands, which used to be able to hold a sniper rifle for hours without moving, weren’t as steady as they used to be.Logan frowned.He checked his watch. ‘It’s twenty minutes past seven. What school would keep a five-year-old at this hour?’Albert’s lips twitched, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. ‘Maybe if you’d been more involved, you’d know.’Logan’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing slightly. ‘I am involved, Grandpa.’Albert snorted softly. ‘Involved in your businesses, perhaps. But what about in Arlie’s life?’Logan’s fingers tapped rhythmically against his glass. ‘He’s my son, of course I care.’Albert’s gaze didn’t waver, his tone tinged with challenge. ‘Care enough to know that he’s been showing a real talent for math and science? Or that he’s taken up fencing, and music?’Logan’s eyebrows knitted together as he absorbed this information. ‘F
Dr Booker’s voice held a note of sympathy. ‘As you know, the average lifespan of a patient with a pacemaker is eight to twenty years. Albert is in his fifth year now, so, you know…’Logan knew the implication of the doctor’s unfinished sentence.‘But here’s the thing,’ Dr Booker continued, his tone measured, ‘if Albert’s spirits are up, if he’s got something to look forward to, that might extend his time with us.’Logan nodded, his voice sombre. ‘I see. Thank you, doctor.’The doctor’s tone softened. ‘Of course, Mr Wilde. If you have any more questions or concerns, don’t hesitate to reach out.’Logan thanked the doctor again and then hung up.He walked to the window and gazed out.Albert was shuffling about the garden with the help of a walker.Sunny, perched on the old man’s shoulder, occasionally flew off to sample a petal or a worm, which would inevitably earn him a scolding from Albert. ‘You’ve already had your dinner!’‘Dinner! Dinner!’ Sunny bobbed his head as if agreeing with h
Alessia’s heart swelled with a mix of pride and apprehension as she watched her son prepare for the interview with the admissions committee.Ms Carter had mentioned that the process involved faculty members interacting with him and evaluating his skills through various assessments and auditions.‘Good luck, Milo,’ Alessia whispered, giving him an encouraging smile.Milo flashed a quick grin before sitting down, leaving Alessia to wait outside.She fidgeted with her hands, nerves creeping back in.Ms Carter noticed her restlessness and approached her. ‘Don’t worry, Miss Jansen. Milo’s a bright and charming boy. He’ll do just fine in there.’Alessia offered a grateful smile. ‘Thank you. I’m just... anxious, I suppose.’‘I completely understand,’ Ms Carter said, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. ‘Let me walk you through what happens during the interview. It’s a relaxed and friendly process to help us get to know Milo better.’As Ms Carter detailed the interview process, Alessia
Alessia wondered what Logan was up to, whether he was thinking of her as she thought of him.The silence between them felt heavy, a lingering void that she was unsure how to bridge.Then she quickly shook herself out of that thought.She was working.Now was not the time to get distracted.Alessia leaned forward. ‘So, is it true that you made your first pot of gold selling handcrafted jewellery when you were just fourteen?’Ramon’s laughter filled the room, warm and infectious. ‘Well, there’s certainly some truth to that. Selling jewellery might be a bit of an exaggeration, but I did dabble in creating and selling some trinkets online back in the day.’Their eyes locked for a moment, and Alessia couldn’t help but admire the charisma that radiated from Ramon.As the interview unfolded, Ramon’s rags-to-riches story emerged, painting a vivid picture of fortitude and resilience.He spoke of long nights coding in his basement, of making sacrifices to fund his dreams, and of the unwavering