She poured and he drank until the liter bottle was empty. She shook it, announcing, “that's it!”She set it down on the table with a thud and asked, “Should I grab another?” He raised an eyebrow. “Still asking? I thought we were making the most of this moment. What's changed? Are you getting tired?”She smiled brightly. “Of course not,” she replied, glancing to her right and waving until a server noticed her. She held up the empty bottle, signaling for another wine. The server arrived, pushing a wine cart. He opened a fresh bottle and placed it on the table before curtsying and departing. Kaylie batted her eyelashes at Gage. “A new one has arrived,” she announced, lifting the bottle and refilling his glass. “Carry on.”He lifted the glass, a faint smile creeping onto his face as he brought it to his lips. “The taste just keeps getting better.” He said. “Is smiling a sin?” She asked, and he glanced at her, his expression puzzled. “Yes,” she confirmed with a shrug, not letting him
“What’s the difference between here and the atrium?” Kaylie threw a question from behind, slowly taking her steps as she entered the atrium, lightly holding a glass of wine in her right hand.Gage glanced backward at her, and without saying a word, he escorted her with his eyes until she arrived before him.“You were angry because the host and your father lavished praise on Bryson, and left the hall all because you didn’t want to hear Bryson’s voice,” she let out, staring into his eyes. “Now, tell me. The hall is just a few steps away from here. Isn’t his voice reaching here?”“It does,” he answered in simplicity. He averted his gaze from her, staring at his front. “But I did the least I could. I can’t help hearing his voice since you insist I should say, but I’m not seeing his face,”“That’s the hardest to bear.”She shrugged, exhaling softly. She wore a smile and slightly bent her neck. “Anyway, thanks,” she appreciated.He gazed at her, and knowing what he would say, she instantly e
“Didn't I just say until we get home?” She said.He licked his lips and nodded. “Okay. Agreed,” He lengthened his hand, requesting, “can I have the wine, please?”“Yes. Of course.” She handed her the wine.He sipped it and stared at her from head to toe.“What's wrong?” She asked, but he said nothing. She checked herself to see if there was something on her body, but there was nothing, so she asked again. “What are you looking at?”He took his eyes off her. “Nothing,” he said. “Just want to say you look beautiful. I love how the dress looks on you.”“Finally. You admit it.” She said with the transparency of excitement.“Let's forget about it,” he let out. He stared away from her and sipped the wine again. “I just feel the need to say what's on my mind. Nothing more.”She nodded twice. “Okay.”“When is your birthday?” He asked.“Soon. next month. On the thirteen,” she responded instantly, as if she'd been waiting years for him to ask. “But why do you ask?”“Never mind,” he said, taking
Kaylie entered the house in a slow stride, a look of concern etched on her face, and as she arrived in front of the room, Richard came out.He bent his neck. “Welcome, ma.” He greeted.Kaylie was too worried to respond to his greeting. Instead, she let out her worry. “How's he?” She asked. “Is he sleeping?”He nodded. “Yes,” he responded, and Kaylie instantly walked past him, but he stopped her. “He’s asked to be alone, and I think we should respect his wishes and let him have some quiet time.”Kaylie scoffed. “I appreciate your concern, but I think I can handle this. As his wife, let me take care of this.” She made a point and took another step forward, and as she laid her hand on the lever, his words stopped her again.“He said it was because of you.”She slowly turned around, her face furrowed, confused, and as her eyes landed on him, she asked, “What are you talking about?”Richard sighed. “I don't have all the details, but from what he told me, it sounds like he's really passionat
-Later in the evening-Kaylie entered the room with a plate of food cradled delicately in her hands as if it were a fragile treasure that might shatter at any moment. She approached the couch with measured steps and set the plate down on the table with precision.“What’s that?” Gage asked, taking his eyes off the book in his hand to look at her.“Your food. I doubt you’ve had anything since morning, so I prepared instant noodles,” she explained, beaming. “Wish I knew your favorite meal without asking. I would have surprised you with that.”“Isn’t preparing a bowl of noodles classified as babysitting?” He queried and before she could utter a word, he put the down beside him, adding, “my favorite meal is pounded yam with egusi, preferably with goat meat, but if not available, ponmo can take its place.”Kaylie scoffed, staring downward, but said nothing.“Mock me right to my face. You don’t need to hide it,” he said. He lifted his back from the bed header and shifted to the bed edge, befo
-The next day-As Sadie stepped out of her room, her eyes met Kaylie's, who was emerging from the kitchen. Sadie rushed over, grasping Kaylie's arms. “Good morning, dear,” she exclaimed, her face radiant with a warm smile. “You left the event yesterday informing no one, and we got back late last night, so I couldn’t speak with you. How was your night?”Kaylie nodded sympathetically. “I was still awake when you got back, ma, but couldn’t come out because Gage was still wide awake,” she explained. “He's still upset that I took Bryson’s side at the event yesterday, so I was doing my best to apologize and make amends.”“I completely understand your approach, and I must say, I’m impressed,” Sadie praised. “You're navigating this situation skillfully, knowing exactly when to take a step back. If you had openly supported Gage yesterday, the chairman would likely have turned on Bryson,”Sadie leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. “He might even reconsider transferring Gage's share to Br
“Ta-da, I'm ready!” Kaylie announced, striking a pose with her arms stretched out to the sides and a bright smile.Gage turned around, and his eyes widened in awe as he took in her transformed appearance. “This is... wow,” he stuttered, struggling to find the words to express his admiration.Kaylie had already dressed up, but Gage had asked her to change into something else because the original dress had been a gift from Bryson, and Gage wanted her to wear the one he had given her instead.“You like this?” She asked, still smiling.Gage slowly shook her head. “No…” he gave a simple response. A smile appeared on his face and he raised his voice, confessing, “I love it!”He swiftly steered to her front, gently taking her hand and turning her around to look at her backside as well. He gazed into her eyes, his face radiant with admiration. “You look stunning,” he complimented, his voice filled with sincerity. “We should get more dresses in this style. It suits you perfectly.”“Thank you.”
Kaylie slowly opened her eyes, lifting her head from the bed. She turned her head, catching Gage staring at her with a subtle smile. “What are you staring at?” she mumbled, her brow furrowed in a mixture of sleepiness and curiosity. She brushed her hand over her face, yawning, and crawled backward, resting her back against the bed header, her eyes never leaving Gage’s gentle smile.“Gage,” she whispered his name, but despite his gaze on her, he didn't respond, and his expression was unreadable. Her face scrunched up in concern as she observed him for a few seconds, wondering what was going through his mind. When he still didn't react, she raised her voice slightly, calling out to him again. “Gage.”Gage flinched. “Hun!” A tone fled his mouth. His eyes broadened, shocked. He was miles away, lost in thought, and her raised voice caught him unaware, leaving him stunned.She paused for a moment, allowing him to compose himself, before asking, “What are you thinking?”He stared downward a
Richard parked in front of the house and rushed out, hurrying into the compound. The maids watched him, their eyes lingering on his retreating figure until he vanished behind the door.As soon as he closed the door, they exchanged knowing glances, their faces breaking into soft chuckles. “That’s how he’ll be running up and down…” one whispered, and the other scoffed, clapping her hands in amusement. “I hate him. The way he speaks, walks… everything about him. He’s no different from that silly lady, Vera…”The first maid shook her head, opposing her friend’s view. “No, he’s not like that. That’s why I have a crush on him. He’s gentle and looks amazing—even better than young Master Gage. Richard is just so perfect…”The second maid shot her a scornful look, her face twisted in disgust. “You can’t be serious.” She hissed, turning away.Her friend followed, calling out, “Wait! Did I say anything wrong?”Richard entered the parlor and hastened to Kaylie’s room. He knocked on the door, but
Gage’s voice echoed through the office as he kicked open the door with his foot. “What do you think you’re doing, old man?” He growled, striding into Chairman Paul’s office. His anger was palpable, and his voice rose with each step. “What’s going on here?!”Chairman Paul looked up from his laptop, his expression calm and collected. He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on Gage’s face before returning to his work. His fingers continued to dance across the keyboard, a contrast to Gage’s agitation.Gage wheeled forward, his movements abrupt, and stopped just short of the chairman’s desk. “What are you doing?” He demanded, his voice laced with accusation.Chairman Paul ignored him, his focus fixed on the laptop screen as if Gage weren’t there.Gage took a step closer, his eyes blazing with intensity. “You don’t hear me, or you’re pretending not to?” He asked. Chairman Paul’s fingers paused, and he stared downward for a moment before snickering softly. He raised his gaze, his eyes lo
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Kaylie pushed open the door, her eyes landing on Chairman Paul, sitting on the sofa with a neutral expression, facing the entrance. With Sadie beside him, her legs crossed and hands folded across her chest, her right foot tapping out a slow rhythm. The creak of the door announced Kaylie’s arrival, and Sadie's gaze flicked up, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tracked Kaylie’s approach.“Why have you decided to starve us?” Chairman Paul’s question hung in the air, his voice low and even. Though his eyes remained fixed on some point ahead.Kaylie’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Hun?” She replied, her tone questioning.Chairman Paul’s gaze finally lifted to meet hers, his expression unchanging. “I’ve been informed you’ve forbidden the maids from preparing meals without your authorization.” He explained.“Yes, sir,” Kaylie confirmed, her face cast downward, bracing herself for a scolding. The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with expectation. Kaylie sensed the chairman’s unspo
The car pulled over to the roadside, and Kaylie reached for a black scarf lying beside her. She unfolded and draped it over her head, adjusting it until it shrouded half her face.Her eyes darted around the surroundings, scanning for any signs of danger. Satisfied that it was safe, she slowly pushed open the door and hesitated for a moment before stepping out.She waited until the car drove away. Then, she took out her phone from the back pocket of her trousers. The screen was too dim, and she furrowed her brow in frustration until she cranked up the brightness.As she wanted to dial a number, a car horn blared from across the road. The horn continued to honk insistently, signaling for her to come over.She tucked her phone into the pocket and adjusted the veil to cover her face properly. After a cautious glance left and right, she crossed the road and approached the car. Before she could even knock on the door, the driver opened it, and she slid into the front seat.“Good afternoon,
Kaylie’s eyes gradually opened, and she let out a soft yawn, covering her mouth with her left hand. As she stretched her body and slowly turned to face the other side of the bed, her gaze landed on Gage, who was staring at her. “Ahn!” she exclaimed, shocked. She sat up abruptly while Gage shifted backward in his wheelchair, startled.“What happened?!” He asked, his voice raised with concern as he moved forward. “Are you okay?”“Oh,” she said, her hand on her chest as she released a soft breath. She glanced at his face, adding, “it's you. You scared me.”Gage’s expression softened in realization. He placed his hand on her shoulder, apologizing instantly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I was—”“When did you wake up?” She asked, her voice a little raised as she struggled to catch her breath. “What were you even searching for?”Gage’s eyes snapped shut, and he let out a soft surprise. “Hum!” Her question caught him off guard, and he went silent for a moment, trying to come up wi
Kaylie stopped rubbing Gage's hand as the car pulled into the compound and parked in front of the entrance. His hand still rested on her thighs, and she lifted her hand to tap him on the shoulder, thinking he was asleep. But before her hand could reach him, his eyes fluttered open, and he gazed at her. “You don’t have to worry about waking me up,” he said, lifting his head from the backrest. “I’m awake the moment you stop.” She lowered her hand. “Okay.” She said softly.She gently removed his hand from her lap and shifted on the seat, turning toward the door to exit. As she reached for the lever, his voice halted her. “What if we spent a few moments in the car?” He asked, but she ignored his question and quickly got out of the car.Richard, who had been waiting patiently, took off his seatbelt and rushed to the boot to get the wheelchair. He positioned it in front of the door beside Gage and stepped forward, expecting Kaylie to take charge. However, she remained still, not making a
“Stop!” Gage commanded, and Richard immediately hit the brakes as if he'd been waiting for the order. The sudden halt sent the cab driver rolling forward a few inches before he managed to pause. As the cab skidded to a stop on the roadside, Kaylie flung open the door and, forgetting to settle the fare, sprinted out of the car, racing toward Gage’s vehicle.The driver quickly shed his seatbelt and leapt out of the cab, calling out, “Ma’am!” He waved his arms to catch her attention, but Kaylie was oblivious, her focus fixed on Gage. The driver swiftly caught up with her, grasping her arm from behind and spinning her around. “You haven’t paid me, ma’am,” he said, extending his left hand expectantly.Kaylie’s eyes widened in surprise. “Huh?” She uttered, patting her jeans pockets in a panic. She checked again, but her pockets were empty.The driver’s finger jabbed toward her face. “You’re paying before you leave here!” He said, his voice escalating. “How could you hail a cab without the
Over an hour had passed since Dr. Gage finished Gage’s physical assessment. He’d headed to the radiology department to collect Gage’s imaging and neurological test results.Kaylie had remained silent, not uttering a word to Gage, while Gage, who’d been eager to start a conversation, had lost his nerve. His mouth had betrayed his heart, and the silence continued.The door swung open, and Dr. George entered, a smile on his face, clutching a file tightly in his hands. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting…”Kaylie’s face lifted, and she glared backward. A smile spread across her face. “Dr. George…” she murmured.George walked around the table, taking his seat and placing the file in front of him. “There’s a free test going on in the hospital today, so the queue was quite long.” He explained.Kaylie nodded, her eyes fixed on the file. “Okay,” she said softly, her mind still on the main point bothering her. “The test… how is it?”George handed her the file, his expression professional. “This is th