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150. Bar Incident
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2022-06-30 19:25:32
LeemaHi! You may be confused with the plot flow not making any sense. I apologize for that. I was finalizing my term paper while writing chapters. The guilt of not being able to offer you a decent-quality story is eating my pride, therefore I'm editing the story starting from Chapter 120. Please accept this humble compensation and continue to support my book *grovels on the ground*
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Till Time Do Us Part 151. Shop
“Gray!” exclaimed a visibly enthusiastic Zia Scott as she dove into Gray’s bed, interrupting her sleep. Gray merely groaned in response, pulling the blanket over her head and continuing to sleep in a fetal position with her back facing Zia. “Graaaaay, come ooooon.” Zia annoyingly shook her back. “Listen to meeeee,” she whined. Gray brought both palms to cover her ears as her eyes remained shut. ‘Get out,” she uttered in a hoarse, deep voice. “Nooooo,” Zia whined some more, putting more force in shaking her. “Do you know what time it is? It’s already eleven forty-three for your information.” Despite her countless attempts, Gray, who seemed to have lulled herself back to sleep, didn't do as much as flinch in response. It snapped a vein in Zia’s forehead and made her go into vicious mode. Leaning back with both palms behind her supporting her weight, she lifted both legs up and kicked Gray’s back until she fell together with the blanket with her face flat on the floor. “Fuck…” groa
Last Updated : 2022-07-05Till Time Do Us Part 152. Grocery Shopping
“Okay!” Zia Scott zealously took out her mini notebook from the pink sling bag she always carried with her. Meanwhile, Gray was listlessly standing in front of her with an empty grocery shopping cart before her, her arms folded and leaning on the handle. “So far,” started Zia. “What we’re having for Thanksgiving dinner are…” She took a deep breath and continued. “Lasagna, homemade gravy, homemade stuffing, mashed potatoes, cornbread green apple chestnut stuffing, roast chicken, ambrosia, green bean casserole with lobster, candied yams, roast turkey, italian dressing, green bean casserole with crispy onions, cranberry sauce, homemade stuffing with foie gras and marinated sweet potatoes,” she said in a fast pace manner. “‘So far’” Gray raised an eyebrow. “What, were you planning on feeding all the people in the building?” Zia continued to browse her notes and didn’t seem to quite hear her sarcasm. “Oh, and pumpkin pie!” she exclaimed. Gray palmed her face. “Zi,” she called her. Zia
Last Updated : 2022-07-06Till Time Do Us Part 153. Invite
“Hey.” With her hands still full of potatoes she had yet to put in the shopping cart, she looked over her shoulder to the person beckoning her attention. “Oh, hey,” she responded, recognizing the person behind her. “Edward.” Hearing his name, Zia’s focused attention of discerning which vegetables to choose was shifted toward him. Peeking beside Gray’s tall stature, her eyes made contact with Edward’s. “Oh, hey,” he said, seeing her. “I didn’t know you were here too, Sophia. How are you?” “I’m fine!” She beamed a smile with carrots on both hands. He turned his attention back to Gray. “So, what are you guys doing here?” “Trying out clothes,” Gray curtly responded with a hint of sarcasm as she put the potatoes in the shopping cart just behind her. “Huh?” replied Edward with a soft chuckle, didn’t seem to mind her sarcastic remark. Perhaps he got used to it. However, hearing her response, Zia silently reprimanded her with a kick on her right shin. “Ow…” groaned Gray, slightly li
Last Updated : 2022-07-07Till Time Do Us Part 154. Ice Cream
Gray Stewart woke up to the faint sound of heavy raindrops pouring outside. She seemed to have cried herself to sleep as she was tired to begin with. The room was now a bit dimmed due to the dark clouds accompanied by heavy rainfall. She felt the piece of paper on her hand, she appeared to have held onto it in her sleep. The paper was now a little crumpled on the part where her hand clutched. She let go of the sketch, leaving it lying on the dusty floor. She got up and dusted herself then she reached for the door without deliberating whether to let herself be devoured by memories again. She left the room immediately, closed the door behind her, picked up the cabinet she left on the hallway and headed downstairs. She wiped the cabinet clean before putting it in her bedroom beside her closet and arranged Zia's tiny clothes inside. Then she changed into a baggy white T-shirt and black sweatpants with her indoor black slippers. She checked the time on her phone. 12:54 P.M. She headed to t
Last Updated : 2022-07-08Till Time Do Us Part 155. The Wife
“Your mother?!” exclaimed the evidently surprised Zia Scott, looking up at the woman by the door. “Excuse me?” asked the seemingly bemused woman as she glanced at the little girl. Then, she dragged her eyes to look at Gray. “How may I help you?” “Y-you’re,” stammered Gray, her eyes quivering with confusion. “Where’s Amanda Corbett?” The woman put her palm on her chest. “I am Amanda Corbett. Do I know you?” Even with her name verified, Gray was still having a hard time believing. The woman just had a very close resemblance to a woman that once shunned her. She may have not seen that woman for over five years already, but she figured that’s how the wrinkles and age spots would find her face right now. “N-no,” responded Gray. “I’m just here to return something.” She stuck her hand on her trouser’s back pocket and pulled out a golden pendant. “I believe this belongs to your late husband?” She handed it to her. Amanda received the pendant with both hands. She stared at it with questi
Last Updated : 2022-07-09Till Time Do Us Part 156. Photo
“Who are you?” asked an utterly bemused Zia. Amanda shifted her glance at Gray who was also waiting for whatever answer she had in store. Her eyes swiveled between the two. “How come you have a picture with our mom’s? Zia asked once more. Amanda gave them a sweet smile. She put the box on the floor and took the photo. “We were best friends.” She walked past them and settled down on the couch. “We were friends, the four of us, back in high school.” She glanced at them. Gray and Zia shared a confused glance then they also decided to sit around the table. Zia hopped on the couch, sitting beside Amanda while Gray was on a chair, just beside where Amanda left the box. “You and Alexandra really look alike in this photo,” said Zia, leaning in toward the photo on Amanda’s hand. “Yes.” Amanda softly chuckled. “I couldn’t count the times people would mistake us as twins.” She glanced at Zia. “When we first met, she even dragged me to the hospital to get a DNA test but the result was negati
Last Updated : 2022-07-10Till Time Do Us Part 157. Lovers
“They were lovers?” repeated Zia for clarification. “Yes…” Amanda paused and glanced at Gray. “Are you okay hearing this, dear? I mean, if you’re uncomfortable—” “No, do continue,” intercepted Gray. “I’m intrigued.” “Okay,” said Amanda. “But first,” she rose from the couch. “I’ll go get you girls something to drink. What do you want, juice, coffee?” Zia raised her hand. “Sophia wants juice!” “Juice for the little lady…” Amanda glanced at Gray. “I’ll go with juice, too, thanks,” said Gray. As soon as Amanda was out of the living room, Zia eyed her. “Isn’t it freaky?!” “Which part?” responded a nonchalant Gray. “All of this!” Zia opened her little arms wide in the air. “Isn’t this too much of a coincidence? I mean, to think she was friends with all of our mothers,” she noted. Gray just stared at her uninterested in her seat. “And the fact that her husband was your mom’s ex-boyfriend?!” added Zia. “I mean, the guy could have been your father.” “She’s not my mom, Zi” corrected
Last Updated : 2022-07-11Till Time Do Us Part 158. The Daughter
“I’m Rory,” said a little girl with honey colored skin, barely reaching three and a half feet. Gray eyed the little girl. “You’re…Rory?” “Yes!” The little girl hopped. “That’s what mommy call Rory.” “Okay, then, Rory…” Gray squatted down to level with her line of vision. “Why were you dumbly looking for a fictional character?” Rory tilted her head in bemusement. “Huh?” Gray sighed. “Fairy godmother, why were you looking for her?” “Oh!” Rory broke into a smile. “Daddy say Rory…”she paused and fumbled with her fingers as if searching for the words to say from behind her head. “Good kid,” she continued. “Fairy godmother come.” Gray’s brows furrowed. “You mean, if you’re a good kid then the fairy whatmother will come to you?” “Yes!” Gray studied the little girl in front of her. Instead of listening to alienated stories about the woman who gave birth to her, she had decided she would rather play along with this kid and pass the time with her. She scanned the room which appeared t
Last Updated : 2022-07-12
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Till Time Do Us Part 191. Almost
Zia Scott kept the rim of the glass on her lips to cover the fact that they were trembling from uneasiness. “And the things you know about Azriel,” Edward added. “It’s like you know him the way I know him.” “W-what,” stuttered Zia with her hands tightly clutching the glass covering her lips. “Sophia d-don’t understand.” Just then, the microwave dinged which stole his attention. “For a minute there,” he continued as he opened the microwave and took out the bowl of butter noodles. “I thought I was talking to Zia.” SHATTER! The shattering sound immensely echoed throughout the apartment. “A-are you alright, Sophia?!” prompted Edward as the glass Zia was holding fell on the floor. “I–uh,” she stuttered with quivering eyes, flabbergasted. The scattered broken pieces were surrounding her feet. “Don’t move, okay?” He gestured his palm forward. “You might step on a broken piece and hurt yourself.” He took a kitchen towel and squatted down. He started picking up the shards of glasses m
Till Time Do Us Part 190. Persuasion
“Give me ten reasons why I should go with you,” said Gray who was sitting on the dining table with her cheek leaning on her palm as she listlessly yawned, staring at her empty plate. “One, you’re my guardian,” said Zia, cooking in the kitchen. “Two, you’re the only one who knows about my situation. Three, you’re my best friend. Four, you have nothing else to do---” “Excuse you but I have a jam-packed schedule today,” countered Gray. Zia sneered. “Really? Like what?” “I have a three to five hours schedule of resting after breakfast, five-hour nap after lunch and ten to fifteen hours of sleep after dinner.” Gray leaned back on the chair, still yawning. “How rude of you to assume I have nothing else to do.” Zia brought a cedar planked salmon on a wooden plate to the table with oven mitts over her hands. “Five, a child like me can’t go alone,” she continued, ignoring what Gray just said. “Six, you won’t be spending a penny because it’s my card.” She went back to the kitchen. “Seven, I
Till Time Do Us Part 189. Tonight
“I wonder where we should be eating tonight.” A look of puzzlement crossed Edward Bartlett’s face. He turned to her. “Excuse me?” Belinda continued scrolling down her phone. “I mean, that last restaurant was good too but I think it’ll be more fun to explore other restaurants as well.” “Uhmm…” He paused, staring off into space, thinking. “Did we decide to go eat out together tonight?” She chuckled. “Oh, would you rather we eat in your apartment? I can’t cook so I just figured we’re eating out, but if you say you’re cooking then let’s.” “No.” He lightly chuckled and softly scratched his cheek. “I’m sorry but…” He looked at her with an awkward expression in his eyes. “What I meant was that I don’t remember talking to you about having dinner together, b-but did we?” He approached her. “I might have just forgotten although I don’t think I’ll forget something like that.” The corner of her lips slightly twitched and her jaw half-dropped. “O-oh, I…I’m so-sorry. I just…I just thought we’r
Till Time Do Us Part 188. Suburbs
In a highly respected suburb on the outskirts of the city stood the two-storey house of Theresa Scott. A vintage house in calming shades of wood with a spacious front lawn surrounded with waist-high wooden gates. In the early waking of the sun, Theresa was mowing her lawn. She was a woman in her late forties, medium size with an average height of 5 foot 4 inches. She had shoulder-length straight blonde hair and ocean eyes. She wore a vintage clothing style and stood like a mighty oak. And even as her age was evident in her facial features, it could be agreed that she was an attractive woman in her youth with oozing charisma. As she was pushing the lawn mower, a sedan pulled over at the gates. Her attention shifted to the person who climbed out of the car. “Sweetie!” exclaimed Theresa as she saw Gray approaching the gates. She walked toward her and opened the gate and pulled her in for a tight hug with a big smile across her face. “Hi, Theresa,” said Gray monotonously. Theresa pull
Till Time Do Us Part 187. Lost
"Where is it again?" Zia Scott mumbled to herself as she glanced around the doors on the corridor. While looking around as she walked aimlessly, she fell flat on the floor as she bumped into what felt like a hard pole. When she looked up, it was a bald old man, perhaps a teacher. The old man crouched down and helped her stand up. "I'm so sorry, little girl. I didn't see you there. Are you alright?" "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, sir," she replied as she dusted off the dirt on her frilly white skirt. "Where were you going, little girl?" He crouched down and looked at her. "Uhmm." She hesitated. "I'm looking for Sir Bartlett." "Oh!" he exclaimed. "Another one of Edward's pupils." He chuckled. "Look here, little girl." He moved beside her and held her shoulders. "If you turn that corner over there," he said as he pointed out his finger. "His room is in the third door you see. He's probably there." She turned around and smiled from ear to ear. "Thank you, mister." Then she did as he inst
Till Time Do Us Part 186. Changed
After taking off the blood stained shirt with the hole on it, Gray Stewart hung it on a hook behind the door of a toilet cubicle she was in. Rummaging inside a paper bag, she took out a black buttoned shirt, identical to the one she took off. Tearing off the tag, she then changed into it. When she raised both arms slightly over her shoulders to slide in the sleeves, she felt a pang on her stomach.“Damn that woman,” she mumbled to herself as she slowly buttoned her shirt, all the while glaring at the blood stained shirt in front of her. “Well, it’s not like she asked you for help.”However, even having said that, she could still not be mollified.She took out her long hair that had been tucked in the shirt on her back. “Has she always been like that?”And with that thought, her head refreshed the day she first had an interaction with her. It was at the time when Edward had been hospitalized after his car accident. Gray and Zia were both in the hospital, substituting Martha. A knock on
Till Time Do Us Part 185. Impaled
Gray Stewart casted her trembling eyes at the man who also bore the same expression as her—just as stupefied.After meeting her eye-to-eye and seeing her pained expression, the man lowered his gaze and finally noticed his hand still gripping on the hilt of the knife impaled on her stomach. Although the oozing blood was not apparent through her black buttoned shirt, when the warm blood touched and imprinted itself on the edge of the man’s gripping hand, it made him let go in trepidation. He finally realized what he had done.“I…I…” the man cried, his wobbly legs slowly stepping back.Gray, on the other hand, just followed him with the orbs of her eyes, her mouth gaping in unutterable pain.Unable to notice the rock behind the man, he tripped over it and fell down as he continuously stepped back. “I-it’s not my fault!” he barked as he crawled his way out of their sight.Belinda, who was hiding herself behind Gray, finally spoke. “God,” she sighed. “That was really scary just now.” She s
Till Time Do Us Part 184. Impulse
This was the time when Gray Stewart had just left the apartment building. Having impulsively decided to go out just to get away from her obnoxious brother, she actually had no destination in mind. Dawdling in front of the building, she heard footsteps coming from the elevator and when she looked back, it was Azriel on his way out.She immediately hid a certain distance beside the building, hoping to conceal her presence behind a tree while eying the main door.“Why am I even hiding?” she thought to herself, furtively looking, locking her eyes at the door. “I don’t know.”A few minutes later, a silver Aston Martin Rapide pulled over in front of the building. A man wearing a suit came out from the driver’s seat, turned from behind the car and opened the back passenger’s side door.Just as well, Azriel came out of the door as if waiting for the man and after exchanging words with the man in a suit that appeared to be his chaperone, Azriel finally went inside.The man closed the door and
Till Time Do Us Part 183. The Three of Them
“E-edward?” stammered Zia Scott when her eyes met with Edward’s bemused facial expression.His eyes swiveled in between the two kids in front of him, then he turned to Zia. “Is he your friend?” He approached them in the kitchen. “What happened to him? Why is he crying?”She fiddled with her thumbs as her lips would go back from closing themselves to parting again, contemplating on what right words to say so she wouldn’t look bad in front of her fiance—not that Edward knew it was Zia he was talking to and not Sophia.He turned to the little boy sobbing across from Zia. “Are you okay?” he said delicately.Instead of answering, Jeffrey merely glared at him then stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door hard behind him.Edward glanced at Zia, bewilderment flitting across his features. “Who was that boy?”“Uhh..” In order to avoid making contact with his eyes, Zia kept herself preoccupied with transferring the mashed potatoes in a serving bowl. “He came here looking for Azriel but wh
