“Home-cooked meals are always better than those cooked in restaurants,” Mia said with a soft smile and gave Gerard the spoon and fork for him to use.
“Thank you. I still have some works to do. I’ll eat it later,” Gerard told her without taking the utensils from her.Mia felt embarrassed by Gerard’s words. It was clear that he was throwing her out. Even though she wanted to see him eat the lunch she made for him and was reluctant to leave, she couldn’t force him to do anything. And this has always been the case since three years ago.“Alright. Don't forget to eat it. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Mia said and went to the door.“Mia,” Gerard’s deep husky voice sounded, making Mia’s heart skip a bit.The way Gerard called her name was like a seductive voice of a siren. She couldn't keep her calm and wanted to throw herself into Gerard’s arms.She turned around with a sweet smile, thinking Gerard would let her stay, but his next words erased her hope.“I don't want what happened last night to happen again,” Gerard said with a deep gaze.Mia’s sweet smile froze on her face. She clenched her skirt tightly and nodded while maintaining her sweet smile. “I’m sorry. I won't do it anymore.”Gerard nodded and went back to his document without saying anything anymore.Mia knew this time it was really her time to leave. She tried to maintain her elegance and walked out of Gerard’s office.Once Mia was out the door, Gerard said to his secretary, “William, you know what to do.”William, being Gerard’s assistant ever since he took over as CEO of the Huxley Group, naturally knew what Gerard meant.He took Mia's food containers and told his boss that his lunch was on the way.It had been this way since Ivy died three years ago. Mia would always cook lunch for Gerard every day, but Gerard never touched any of it. Not that he didn't like the taste, but simply because he didn't want to eat anything other women cooked for him.Only Ivy had the privileged to cook for her husband and no one else. That included Mia. He felt he was betraying Ivy if he ate meals from other women.Not even ten minutes later, Gerard’s lunch was delivered to his office, and as per usual, William bought the meals from Mia to the staff cafeteria to eat it.Meanwhile, Mia, who felt humiliated by Gerard’s words, was waiting for the elevator and conversing with two female employees.“Miss Gant, did you bring lunch for Mr. Huxley today?” one of the employees asked as she passed by Mia.Mia nodded and said shyly, “Yes.”“Our CEO is so lucky to have a home-cooked meal every lunchtime,” another employee joined the discussion.“Miss Gant, you and Mr. Huxley looked well-matched. Are we going to hear a wedding bell soon?” the first employee teased.“Stop it, guys. We are just friends,” Mia said bashfully, but she felt happy in her heart.As long as she kept bringing lunch for Gerard, every employee in the Huxley Tower knew how much she cared for Gerard and regarded her as the future Mrs. Huxley.“It’s good that you care for our CEO, Miss Gant,” the first employee said.“Yeah. The CEO changed so much after Ivy passed away. They were so in love with each other, it’s a pity for her to die so young,” the second employee said, and the atmosphere turned solemn.“But now Miss Gant is taking care of Mr. Huxley. Hopefully, Mr. Huxley will turn to be his old self again,” the first employee tried to lighten up the gloomy atmosphere.“You are right. With Miss Gant by his side, our CEO will surely be happy,” the second employee added cheerfully.“Please don't mention the former Mrs. Huxley in the company anymore. Gerard will be sad if he hears it,” Mia said with a sad expression.“Alright, we won't mention Ivy anymore,” the second employee said, and the first employee nodded in agreement.Mia hated the way everyone loved Ivy. She never understood why Ivy didn't need to do anything other than be herself for people to like her. She never needed to ‘bribe’ the employees with gifts, while Mia sometimes gave out limited edition makeup for the female employees so they would acknowledge her and warm up to her.Fortunately, they brought up Ivy, and she used the opportunity to stop them from talking about Ivy or how happy Gerard was when he was with her.She hated hearing it. From now on, she would ensure that the only female associated with Gerard was herself and no one else.“Miss Gant, have you had lunch?” the second employee suddenly asked.Mia shook her head. “Not yet.”“We are going to the staff cafeteria to have lunch. Would you like to come with us?” the first employee asked.Mia snorted in disgust inwardly. Staff cafeteria? It was so beneath her status to have lunch with employees and at the staff cafeteria some more, but in order to show them that she was down-to-earth and easygoing, she pretended to agree with them.They took the elevator and went straight to the staff cafeteria. Even though the food there was of high quality and delicious, Mia still felt disgusted.Mia and the two female employees found an empty table, and the employees asked Mia to sit and wait while they queued to get food.Mia felt that the table and chair were dirty even though there was not a spec of dirt on them, yet she had to stop the urge to wipe the table and chairs and just stood still while thinking of ways to escape.She was looking around when she saw William, and her eyes widened in disbelief. William was eating lunch from a pink lunchbox. She was sure it was the lunchbox that she had prepared for Gerard. Why was William eating the food she had prepared for Gerard?“Miss Gant, we chose Chicken Kiev with a side of mashed potato for you. This is the signature dish of our cafeteria,” the female employee said as she placed a tray of food in front of Mia.Mia looked at it and immediately lost her appetite, not that she had one before anyway.She took a few bites of the mashed potato and found it bland.Once the two female employees sat down and started eating, Mia pretended to gossip with them.“I saw Assistant William eating different food from us,” she began to dig for information from the two female employees.“Oh yes. You noticed it, too, didn't you? See the pink lunchbox? He always brought lunch prepared by his girlfriend,” the first female employee was happy to gossip with Mia.“I didn't know Assistant William had a girlfriend,” Mia pretended to be surprised.“He has one. I think they have been in a relationship for three years,” the female employee said as she chewed her lunch.Mia kept her gaze locked on William’s pink lunchbox. The more she looked, the more she was sure it was the lunchbox she had prepared for Gerard.“Three years?” Mia asked absentmindedly.“Yes. He started bringing the lunch box three years ago. We asked him about it, and he said his girlfriend prepared it for him,” the second female employee added.Since three years ago? That was the time when Mia started bringing lunch for Gerard.Mia felt angry because Gerard gave her painstaking effort to William, and she nearly lost her composure. She wanted to ask William and Gerard what was going on, but she knew she couldn't make a scene here.Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and told the female employees she had forgotten that she had an appointment with her friends. It was also a perfect excuse not to have lunch in the lowly cafeteria.Before leaving, Mia took two new limited-edition lipsticks she had prepared and gave them to the two female employees, garnering praise from them.“Miss Gant, you are so nice to us,” the first female employee was happy to get a limited-edition lipstick.“I’ve always wanted to buy this brand, but it’s so expensive. Now I have it thanks to you, Miss Gant,” the second female employee expressed her gratitude.Mia scoffed in her mind. With their salaries, they should keep on dreaming if they want to buy it.But hearing their praises, her anger subsided a little. As long she pretended to be nice to them, they would love her, and it was enough for her.She escaped from the staff cafeteria while thinking of the lunchbox. Was it really the same lunch box she prepared for Gerard? She was sure it was. She needed to ask him about it tomorrow, she thought as she got into her car.Gerard worked until late, not caring about the time until William reminded him of his grandfather’s wish to have dinner with him.Gerard’s body stilled, exuding an icy aura, before nodding and leaving the office.“North, the Huxley Manor,” Gerard instructed his most trusted aid and said nothing else.North knew how much Gerard hated going to the Huxley Manor and meeting Old Master Huxley after Ivy died, so he kept quiet while driving.Gerard closed his head and felt a headache coming. Nothing good ever came when he went to the Huxley Manor.But Old Master Huxley was still his grandfather, and he was a filial grandson. Old Master Huxley was the one who brought him up; there was no way for him to refuse to have dinner with the old man.“Mr. Huxley, we’ve arrived,” North’s voice made Gerard open his hawk-like black eyes.He exited the car elegantly and was greeted by Nigel, the butler of his grandfather.Gerard nodded and walked toward the dining room. The moment he laid his eyes on the old man sitting alone, a surge of anger rushed through his body.He closed his eyes, took a deep breath to get rid of his anger, and greeted the old man coldly, “Grandpa."When Old Master Huxley heard his grandson’s voice, he stopped watching a video on his phone and looked at his grandson instead.His grandson was perfect. He had a perfect physical appearance, had always been a genius with a high IQ that he was able to skip grades and finish his Master's Degree at the age of eighteen, and had the ability to make the company soar to a new high. The Huxley Group was now the number one group in Artea and was even well-known in other countries.Old Master Huxley wanted to say something, but seeing the cold demeanor of his grandson, he could only say, “Come sit and have dinner.”Gerard nodded like a robot and sat down opposite Old Master Huxley.Once Gerard sat down, the maids started putting the dishes on the table. It was difficult for Old Master Huxley to invite Gerard to dinner. Not that Gerard wouldn't accept his invitation, but because Old Master Huxley knew his grandson hated him, and he didn't want to make him hate him more by asking him to come to t
More than a year of searching and investigating, even the police couldn't find anything. But why did suddenly all the evidence appear now?“You still want to believe that bastard?” Old Master Huxley was fuming, seeing how Gerard was still questioning the evidence right under his nose.“But.. What was his motive?” Gerard’s hand was clenched tightly; he crumpled the papers he was holding.Old Master Huxley quickly took the papers away from Gerard, afraid he would ruin them.“His motive? Did you not read their chats? It’s to make you the sole heir of the Huxley Group and Ivy as his daughter, and your wife will get the benefits!” Old Master Huxley answered with annoyance and especially emphasized the words ‘your wife’ to Gerard.Gerard was too shocked and in a state of disbelief that his mind was blank, and he couldn't remember much of what was written. Hearing his grandfather’s words, he became even more doubtful.Ivy’s family was a wealthy, middle-class family. If Gerard became the sole
Gerard searched around the hotel but couldn't find Ivy, which made him anxious. Did she go home?He called North and asked if he had driven Ivy back home, but North replied that he had left once he had dropped Ivy at the Starlight Hotel. Gerard became even more frantic. Where could Ivy go? Then he remembered the bridge he used to bring her to watch the sunrise and sunset. She loved it there; could she have gone to the bridge?Gerard quickly walked out of the hotel but was stopped by his bodyguard. Gerard had two trusted bodyguards other than North, and the one in front of him, Fred, was one of them.Fred was panting and sweating as if he had run quickly to find Gerard.“What happened?” Gerard asked quickly.“Boss... The Missus..” the bodyguard looked nervous, scared, and hesitant to continue.His reaction only made Gerard more anxious. “What happened? What happened to her? Tell me!”“The missus... The missus..” Fred gulped, afraid to say his following words.“TELL ME!” Gerard roared
North was worried sick looking at his boss’ condition at present - pale face, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, fast and short breathing, and his body shaking badly.Hearing his boss’ words, North moved fast.He reached into his pocket, took off a small medicine bottle, and handed his boss two pills.Gerard popped the pills into his mouth without even needing water, nearly dropping them in the process due to his shaking hand.North was anxious, looking at his boss. He knew what his boss was thinking when he had his episode. The only thing that could set off his boss’ panic attack was the thought of Ivy’s death. No one knew of Gerard’s condition except his psychologist, North, William, and no one else - not even his trusted bodyguards or Old Master Huxley.William and North always carried a bottle of Gerard’s anti-panic medication in case he had an attack and needed it. They were always prepared to give him his medication anytime and anywhere as long as they were with him.North w
Once they landed at Modestria, a car was already waiting for them. They went straight to the Moonlight Hotel, another hotel owned by the Huxley Group.When they arrived at the hotel, Gerard and Mia waited in the lounge while William went to get their keys.While they were waiting, suddenly, a man, a butler, approached Gerard.“Mr. Huxley, I am the butler of Senator Morgan. He heard of your arrival at Modestria and would like to invite you to his birthday banquet tonight,” the butler bowed a little as he handed an invitation card to Gerard with both hands.Gerard took the invitation languidly and had a mind to refuse, but then the butler added, “It is a special banquet. Senator Morgan will introduce his wife for the first time to the invitees. He hopes Mr. Huxley could attend as the representative of the Huxley Group.”Gerard raised an eyebrow. Senator Sebastian had taken a wife? He knew then this was important, so he had no choice but to agree to attend.Once the butler heard his word
Mia didn't know why, but she felt very anxious even though she had heard the girl was called ‘Amelie’ instead of ‘Ivy’.There couldn't be people with identical voices. There just couldn't, she thought.“You... You don't have to keep going. The dress looks nice, and I believe it’d suit me perfectly. Just help me take it off and wrap it for me,” Mia told the sales assistant who was helping her.There was only one thing on her mind now: to run out of the dressing room and see this Amelie person.“Hurry up!” Mia shouted to the sales assistant, who took too long to get the dress off. Her well-behaved, gentle, and kind demeanor was no longer visible as she shouted at the sales assistant and fidgeted in her spot.The sales assistant was stunned and scared after being shouted at, and she hurriedly loosened the lace at the back of the dress, not caring if the delicate materials could be ruined. This person would buy it anyhow, she thought.Once out of the dress, Mia quickly donned her own dre
Gerard shrugged, hearing Nathan’s question. He then answered lightly, “One can never get enough money or power.” If he were more powerful back then, he would be able to save Ivy. He wouldn't need to listen to his grandfather’s requests.Still with a gentle smile, Nathan took a sip of wine before throwing another provoking sentence. “As can be expected from the Ice King of Artea.”Gerard also took another sip of his wine before answering Nathan with a lazy smile. “Surely I can't be compared to the Cunning Fox of Esmea.”They both looked at each other with a smile on their exquisitely handsome faces. It looked and sounded like they were complimenting each other, but William knew they were asserting their dominance.Suddenly William saw an image of an Ice King above Gerard’s head, looking down coldly at the image of a small orange fox above Nathan’s head. But even if the fox was way smaller, it wasn’t afraid of the Ice King; it instead smiled cunningly.William shivered as he felt their
Gerard’s body was trembling as he held Ivy from behind, feeling the familiar softness of her body. He lowered his head and buried his face at the top of her head, inhaling her scent. She still has the same faint rose smell, Gerard thought.“Ivy, I’ve missed you so much,” Gerard mumbled.Gerard was so immersed in his feelings that he didn't notice that the woman in his arms had turned pale and that extreme fear was etched on her beautiful face.“Why didn't you come back to me? Why did you pretend to die? Why did you leave?” Gerard asked her a barrage of questions softly.The moment Gerard uttered his questions, the woman in his arms began struggling.Gerard was confused, yet he tightened his hold on her. “Ivy, it’s me, Gerard, your husband.”After hearing that he was her husband, he thought the woman would settle down, but she struggled even more violently until she broke free from his hold.The woman quickly but clumsily ran away from him.“Ivy!” Gerard called her and ran after her.Un
Abigail sat at her desk in the bustling classroom of St. Jude's Elementary School, the best school in Artea. Her small hands fidgeted with a pencil as she waited anxiously for the morning announcements to end. Today was the day they would meet their new homeroom teacher, and excitement buzzed through the room like static in the air.Principal Thompson entered the third-grade classroom with a poised young woman by his side. “Good morning, class," he greeted warmly, his voice carrying authority yet kindness. "I'm pleased to introduce you to your new homeroom teacher, Mrs. Mia."The students turned their attention to the new arrival, Mrs. Mia, who smiled graciously, her eyes scanning the eager faces before her. She was a striking figure, with dark hair pulled back neatly and an air of confidence that seemed almost too perfect for a classroom setting.Her eyes looked too sharp to be a teacher, but it was soon replaced by warmth when she glanced around the classroom and the array of st
Six years had passed since the tumultuous courtroom drama that had marked a turning point in their lives. Now, Gerard and Yvette stood quietly at the tomb of Old Master Huxley, a place of reverence and reflection. Yvette held a bouquet of fresh flowers in her hands, her fingers gently tracing the edges of the petals as if seeking solace in their delicate beauty. The morning sun cast a soft glow over the cemetery, lending an air of serenity to the solemn occasion.Beside them stood Abigail, their five-year-old daughter, a radiant blend of her parents' features and spirit. Her curly hair caught the sunlight, framing her cherubic face as she clutched her own bouquet of wildflowers, chosen with the innocent instinct of a child. With solemn grace beyond her years, she placed the flowers atop the tomb, a gesture of love and remembrance taught by her parents.Gerard knelt down beside Abigail, his large hand gently lifting her up to rest on his hip. "Grandpa loves you very much, Abigail,
As the morning sun bathed the Quinn mansion in golden light, a palpable tension hung in the air. Today was a pivotal day, not just for Mia, but for everyone whose lives had been entangled in her deceit and treachery. The Huxleys and Quinns gathered somberly, their expressions a mix of determination and apprehension, ready to face the final chapter of a long and tumultuous ordeal.In Yvette's room, a quiet sense of unease prevailed. She stood before the mirror, adjusting her attire with nervous hands. Her reflection betrayed the turmoil within—a blend of hope and anxiety, uncertainty mingled with resolve. Today held the promise of closure, yet the weight of past grievances lingered."Yvette, we're leaving soon," Gerard's voice called from downstairs, breaking the tense silence. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead, and descended to join the rest of the family."Late as always," Nathan remarked with a half-smile as Yvette entered the gathering in the foyer. S
The atmosphere in the quaint, sunlit church was serene yet vibrant with anticipation. Yvette, radiant in a flowing ivory gown adorned with delicate lace, stood beside Gerard, who looked dashing in a classic black tuxedo. Her veil gently cascaded down her back, catching the light that filtered through the stained-glass windows. Gerard's expression held a mix of gratitude and love as he gazed at Yvette, his eyes sparkling with renewed hope.Behind them, Anthony, dressed impeccably in a dark suit, stood proudly as Gerard's best man. Opposite, Ella, in an elegant burgundy gown, exuded warmth and support as Ivy's maid of honor. The couple faced the priest, an elderly man with a gentle demeanor, who began the ceremony with a solemn grace."In the presence of God and these witnesses, do you, Gerard, take Yvette to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the priest intoned, his voice resonating through the hushed sanctuary.Gerard's voice was steady, filled with conviction. "I do," he declared, hi
Ivy's heart raced with a mixture of relief and trepidation as she stood before Gerard, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that mirrored her own tumultuous emotions. They were alone in the hospital room now, Nathan and Anthony having discreetly left to give them privacy in this pivotal moment. "Gerard," Ivy began, her voice wavering slightly as she searched for the right words. "I want you to know that I've let go of everything that happened in the past. All the pain, the hurt... I forgive you. And more than that, I'm willing to love you again." Gerard's expression softened, disbelief mingling with profound gratitude. His voice caught in his throat as he struggled to find words adequate to express the emotions swirling within him. “Ivy," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't believe this... after everything..." Tears welled up in Ivy's eyes as she reached out, placing her hand gently on Gerard's. "I mean it," she affirmed, her voice steadier now wi
Yvette's heart pounded in her chest like a drum as she hurried down the echoing corridors of the hospital. Each step felt heavier than the last, anxiety tightening its grip around her with every passing second. Her mind raced with thoughts of Gerard—what could have happened to him? Nathan's urgent call had sent a shiver down her spine, foretelling of grave news she feared to confront.Finally, she spotted Nathan and Gerard standing together, their solemn figures casting long shadows against the sterile walls. Yvette rushed towards them, her voice trembling with worry as she bombarded them with questions. Yet, they remained silent, their eyes downcast, shoulders weighed down by an unseen burden. Nathan's usual calm demeanor was replaced by a quiet anguish, his lips pressed into a tight line."What's happening, Nathan? Why won't you answer me? Where's Gerard?" Yvette's voice cracked with emotion, her desperation palpable in the tense air. She clutched Nathan's arm, shaking him in a f
Nathan's mind reeled in shock as he processed the sight before him. Yvette, his sister, sitting there, pale and still weak from the operation, as the donor for Gerard's kidney transplant. He couldn't fathom how she could make such a monumental decision without informing him or seeking his input. The realization left him speechless for a moment, his eyes locked on Yvette, trying to comprehend the depth of her sacrifice."Why, Yvette?" Nathan finally managed to utter, his voice filled with a mix of astonishment and concern. "Why would you do this without even telling me?"Yvette met Nathan's gaze with a calm yet determined expression. "Nathan, I had to do this. Gerard needs this chance to live, just like he gave me a chance when he donated his eye for me."Nathan's mind flashed back to that moment years ago when Gerard, out of sheer kindness and love for Yvette, had donated one of his eyes to restore her vision. The memory tugged at Nathan's heart, reminding him of the bond and sacri
The news of a donor being found brought a sudden surge of hope and urgency. Nathan and Anthony were taken aback for a moment, their expressions transitioning from concern to relief as they heard the doctor's words. They wasted no time in instructing the medical team to proceed with the preparations for the transplant without delay.In the operating theater, a meticulous dance of medical professionals commenced. The donor was carefully prepped for the transplant, with every detail attended to with utmost precision. The room buzzed with focused activity, each member of the team aware of the critical nature of the procedure.The atmosphere was tense yet filled with determination. Nurses bustled around, ensuring that all necessary equipment was in place and that the environment remained sterile. The surgeons, clad in their scrubs and masks, exhibited a calm yet focused demeanor as they prepared to embark on the delicate surgery.As the transplant procedure began, the room fell into a r
The hospital room was enveloped in a somber atmosphere, the beeping of machines providing a rhythmic backdrop to the tense silence. Gerard lay motionless on the hospital bed, connected to various monitors and tubes, his chest rising and falling with the aid of the ventilator. The room was dimly lit, adding to the gravity of the situation.Yvette stood by Gerard's bedside, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at his pale face. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself before speaking to him. The machines beeped softly in the background, emphasizing the gravity of Gerard's condition."Gerard," Ivy’s voice was barely above a whisper, filled with a mixture of sorrow and longing. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I need to say this."She reached out and gently grasped Gerard's hand, her fingers trembling slightly. The touch of his cold hand sent a shiver down her spine, but she held on, needing this moment to express her feelings."Gerard, I wish you could hear me," Ivy