Julian was stunned; the room was quiet without Jemima. He wondered what he had done wrong to make her leave without saying goodbye to him.There were a few moments of silence, but Julian immediately got up because he thought maybe she was out looking for food. However, a message notification sounded from his cell phone. Julian immediately looked at it, hoping it was from Jemima, and he was right.Julian looked happy before seriously reading the long message from Jemima.Jemima: Afternoon Julian, I'm sorry I have to go to Redapple Town; I didn't want to wake you up looking so sleepy.Jemima: Julian, I'm also sorry about last night; I was really drunk.Jemima: Julian, I must be crazy. I'm even too embarrassed to speak directly about what happened last night.Julian smiled softly as he read the three messages. He also wanted to reply, but a new message came back.Jemima: I can't forget what happened last night. I'm really embarrassed. I've ruined our relationship. Before, I thought we we
Jemima arrived at the door of Mrs. Valencia's room; she knocked on the door, then entered after someone from inside told her to come in."Dear Jemima, I see you're here early; isn't work starting tomorrow?" asked Mrs. Valencia, who only glanced at her briefly and then refocused on watering the plants in the room."Yes, Grandma. What are you doing, Grandma? Need some help?" replied Jemima as she walked over."Ah, no need. It's almost done; we should go out for lunch." Invited Madame Valencia.Jemima nodded; she still looked reluctant. The two of them went out of the room to the dining room. Several chefs were seen arranging the meals of the wealthy elderly. Mrs. Valencia didn't like to talk and seemed to focus on eating when the food was in front of her. Jemima was silent even though she was paying attention.After she finished, she went outside and chose to sit on the terrace while looking at the scenery. The other elderly people seemed to respect her very much.Jemima did not partici
Jemima denied in various ways that the matter was impossible; the point was that Julian and this woman's grandson were like earth and sky."Hm, okay. So is it because of him that you can't stay here with Alma?" asked Madame Valencia.Jemima seemed to think for a moment, "Maybe yes, maybe no, Grandma. I still have business with my family there." She explained.Mrs. Valencia seemed to understand; it's just that she didn't want to be too concerned with the girl's affairs when she had Alma, who was like a biological mother to the girl."All right, Grandma. Let's continue to tell me about Grandma's grandson again." Jemima asked because not only did she want to get to know Madame Valencia better, but she also wanted to be a good listener as the woman enthusiastically reminisced about her naughty grandson.The two of them looked intense, occasionally laughing, crying, and contemplating together; their conversation seemed interesting.***Hotel Vascos, Spring Brooks City."Still refusing to m
Soon the manager arrived with two beautiful girls in tow."These two are the best; have fun." He said it proudly.The two girls seemed to know their place; it seemed like the manager had given him a heads-up on who the two guests were. Victor looked excited, like a cat-fed fish, not wanting to wait to eat it. He and his partner quickly went to a more private room, while Dante was left with his escort girl.Dante looked flat as the girl beside him began to sit closer to him. He felt Dante was silent, and the girl began to want to continue the action."Long time, no show, Mr. Dante." The girl said this while sitting on Dante's lap, then got a drink and poured it into Dante's mouth very gently, passionately, and professionally."Hump, your name?" replied Dante after taking a sip of his drink and pushing the glass out of the way."Viona." The girl replied while whispering in Dante's ear, intentionally so that the handsome millionaire would be aroused and attracted to her."Viona," sighed
Dante nodded."Ouch! Are you in love with that woman?" Dante paused, confused, then shrugged his shoulders."Did you guys... sleep together?"Dante stared wide-eyed and asked, "Are there no other questions in that brain of yours other than perverted questions?""Haha... well, sorry, man. Yeah, well, why not go through with it?""I'm glad that you got rid of that snake woman; Jemima is really good; she can conquer you until Sarah can forget.""The problem is in her eyes; I'm an unemployed, obscure hobo.""Well, why don't you be honest? Tell her who you really are.""I did, but she didn't believe me. He says the name Dante is marketable; it's only natural that my name is the same as the heir."Hearing that, Victor burst out laughing."Miss Jemima is really innocent." Victor said."Yes, I'm speechless.""Never mind, be patient, and explain slowly." "Hump, I wish she would listen to me."Victor patted Dante on the shoulder. As his friend and protector, Victor was relieved that finally D
Dante gently rubbed Viona's cheek. The girl looked blushing, especially since Dante was treating her so gently. At first she intended to give her best service, but now it was the opposite; when her body was under the handsome man's body, the situation had changed."Ah__" Viona sighed as Dante touched her; her body felt warm, and her heart blossomed."Ah__" Viona sighed again quite loudly as the burly body above her completely merged together. Now, between the two of them, there was no barrier like the first time they met."Do you like it, darling?" whispered Danta, and Viona nodded speechlessly."Sorry, I want to take it slow, but somehow something feels like it's pushing my adrenaline to touch you right away." Dante whispered again, occasionally rubbing the hair on the head of the girl who was now being crushed by him, then kissed her forehead."Do as you please; fuck me!" sighed Viona.Dante stopped what he was doing; he quickly got up, stood up, and sat on the sofa while staggerin
"Shit! What are you doing, Viona?" asked Rocky, who couldn't believe what he was seeing."I didn't tell you to serve Mr. Dante! How dare you, Viona!" shouted Rocky; if Dante hadn't told her to move or do anything, he would have already made her gag."Look at what you're going to get after all this is over!" threatened Rocky with a gasp of anger.Dante just sat there resignedly, leaning back and closing his eyes. Of course he did it to fight his uncontrollable lust; he didn't want to pounce on Rocky and make love to the man. In this situation, anyone would look exciting, and he didn't want to be labeled an immoral man."What's wrong, sir?" Victor came rushing over, but his question was cut short by the sight of Dante's messy situation.Victor looked around; there was the woman on the bed who looked scared; and there was Rocky, who was at a loss as to what to do or say to her.Victor's gaze traveled every inch of the room. He saw two glasses that still contained drinks, and there was al
Dante opened both eyes and stared at Viona as the name 'Sarah' escaped the woman's lips again."Isn't that woman also a prostitute and still hanging around?""NO! LET HER TALK!" cut in Dante as he saw Rocky approaching Viona and preparing to hit her.Rocky backed away, and Victor, who was about to join in on the lesson, immediately fell silent and adjusted his seat."Why aren't you continuing?" asked Dante.Viona looked terrified, but the woman seemed to be on the edge between life and death to have the courage to speak."I thought... you would like me, but when we first met, apparently... you hated me." Viona said."Then the second chance came to me; I wanted to fix it, but... you still wouldn't accept me." She continued.Dante snorted in confusion because it seemed that Viona had misunderstood him."I don't hate you, Viona. I just don't like your ways. I also don't like that you keep bringing up Sarah's name; you keep reminding me of her. Your wish will never succeed if you still br
Frank folded his long-sleeved shirt; the man's burly muscles looked manly and sexy, making Sarah's heart beat faster. Plus, some of the buttons on Frank's chest were open, showing a bit of his broad chest. "Let me rub your back," Frank offered as he sat behind Sarah's back. Frank began to rub Sarah's back; not only that, the man also stepped on Sarah's shoulders to her head very painstakingly. Occasional sighs were heard from Sarah's lips; the woman felt her body calm down. "I can't believe you can make me this calm," Sarah praised. "Hem, I can make you even calmer," Frank replied. "Oh yeah? How?" asked Sarah with a chuckle. "Are you sure you want me to show you how?" urged Frank. "Of course, show me," Sarah replies. "Okay," Frank replied in a soft voice. Slowly Frank's hands massaged her shoulders and neck, then his hands traced her chest, making Sarah freeze while closing her eyes. Sarah's body is arranged in such a way by Frank to make it look comfortable; Sarah's head i
Right in the hotel lobby, Hector left Sarah alone, and while she was down, suddenly someone put a suit on her. 'Dante, I'm sure it's you," Sarah thought with an excited smile on her face, which she quickly corrected into a sad and sulking face. Unfortunately, when she turned around, the owner of the suit was not the man she expected. "Ah, Frank. I thought you were home," Sarah said when she realized that the man wearing a suit to cover her exposed shoulders and wet dress was her future brother-in-law. "Hm, you're such a mess, Sarah." Sarah nodded with a smile. "You're not going home?" Sarah asked again. "Ah... how can I go home, leaving you and my sister soaking wet? I'm waiting to see who comes first, and I have to help," Frank explained. Sarah smiled by trying to act gracefully to cover her annoyance and embarrassment in front of Frank; she was hungry for praise and wanted to look tough in front of any man. "Why don't we book a room here?" Frank asked. Sarah's eyes widened.
Dante moved closer to Sarah, then whispered something that made everyone curious about what the man was saying. "Even if you show your body to the world, I will not return to you; my heart is dead." Sarah bit her lip; it felt like her heart was pricked by small needles, not expecting that the man who was once crazy about her no longer had feelings for her. "How is Miss Sarah? Do you still want to go with me?" asked Dante. Sarah did not immediately answer; she froze silently with her eyes glazed over. "How? Why are you silent? Do you still want to continue?" Dante urged, not as it sounded; the man seemed so dominant that he dared to fight Sarah, who was a woman. Finally, Sarah shook her head. She might give up this time, but she still had other plans to get Dante's heart back. "Mr. Vascos, but this servant__" Dante immediately turned to Hera, who immediately fell silent, "What? is something wrong?" Hera shook her head in fear. "Why? Weren't you going to water her?" Dante asked
It seemed that Hera did not want to give in; she wanted to look good in the eyes of Dante and Victor, hoping that the two men, especially Dante, could like her courage in fighting Sarah. "Come on, my dear sister-in-law, can you not make things difficult for us who are having this event?" asked Hera, looking annoyed with both hands clenched tightly. Sarah flicked her index finger at Hera, "No, Hera, I strongly object to your used clothes." Hera was getting more and more annoyed; she looked at Jemima while snorting harshly, "FUCK! Because of a servant like you, everything is a mess." Jemima looked speechless; now there was another woman abusing her, and she couldn't help but cry. "Tell you what, I'll avenge your anger on that despicable maid." "Oh yeah?" cut in Sarah, looking pleased as she turned to Dante, as if implying something. "What are you going to do?" he continued to ask. "I'm going to do the same, but I hope you'll sit tight first; after everything is done, Sarah and I
Samuel and Mira's faces looked angry even though the couple was trying to maintain the pride that had been knocked down by Sarah's careless attitude, but there was Dante and Victor there; the two guests were more valuable than Sarah's cheap attitude, which should be dealt with immediately. Everyone was silent, all nervous except for Dante and Victor. "Well, it looks like what Mr. Victor said was true," Samuel said. "Maybe we'll meet when Mr. Vascos has time," he continued with a disappointed tone of voice and face. Dante seemed to raise his hand. "No problem. Let your future daughter-in-law be here; you can continue what you just said," he said. "I'm afraid you feel uncomfortable," Samuel retorted. "Of course not; let's have a toast," Dante invited as he raised the wine glass in front of him. At the same time, several waitresses walked over to the table and stood behind the guests holding what appeared to be very valuable bottles of wine. From the line of waitresses, Dante's ey
"Ah, well, I guess we'll have dinner first," Samuel said awkwardly. As Victor waved to someone, and they seemed to understand what he meant, one by one the waiters arrived with menus to fill the long table that was now in front of Dante as well as the Anderson family members. "Ekhem, Mr. Vascos," Samuel said, still looking nervous, but it seemed the man couldn't and wouldn't put up with small talk. "Yes, please if you wish to speak," Dante replied. "Ekhem, first I would like to apologize for the impudence of my second son's behavior," Samuel explained while glancing briefly at Hector. "As a parent... I feel embarrassed because..." "Hello, I didn't expect to see you here," someone interrupted Samuel, causing everyone to turn their heads towards the voice. 'Ah, damn. What does she want to come here?' Dante's mind looked annoyed. Samuel, whose words were cut off, also looked angry after seeing who the voice belonged to. "Wild woman," Samuel's snort was heard, albeit softly. "He
Egan turned to Dante, who was still curious about his question. "Because it's possible that your ex is also coming to the event," Egan replied. "Ex? Who?" Egan shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Time to get ready, sir." Dante looked at the clock on his hand; indeed, in about thirty minutes it was time for dinner. He nodded at Egan, who seemed to be quickly getting things ready. Dante began to clean up, get dressed, and be ready to leave. "Looks like we're going to be late," Egan said. "Leave it alone, not an important guest; what are you worried about?" asked Dante. "Isn't Victor there already? I don't think it's a problem if I don't come," he continued. "Oh yes, your feelings are there day and night in this hotel; do you really not want to go home?" asked Dante after realizing that Egan had always been by his side. "No, sir. My place is by your side," Egan replied. Dante's forehead wrinkled. "Wait, what does that mean? I don't feel like asking you to be by my side for
Some time had passed, Dante had also moved from his seat, and Victor and Egan seemed to have finished talking. When Egan chose to leave, Victor chose to sit next to Dante. "Are you okay?" asked Victor, and Dante shook his head. "Tell me, what's the problem?" asked Victor again. Dante sighed in exasperation. "It looks like some weird old lady poisoned Jemima's mind." "Oh yeah?!" exclaimed Victor, looking curious as he approached Dante and fixed his sitting position. "Old woman? Who? Her grandmother?" asked Victor. Dante shook his head with his forehead wrinkled in thought. "Huh? no? then who?" urged Victor again. Dante sighed in despair, feeling like he wanted to go back to Redapple City, the city where his house was located and the city where Jemima worked. "Come on, man, don't keep quiet. How long are you going to listen to other people's opinions, and how long are you going to take insults from people who don't recognize you?" sighed Victor; now he was the one who looked fru
Looking at Julian, who was silent, Jemima looked at him worriedly. "What's wrong with you?" she asked. "Are you okay?" she asked again. Julian brushed off Jemima's hand that was about to wipe the sweat off his forehead; to him, it was nervous sweat, not feverish sweat. And he didn't need any attention at all. "Oh yeah, we'll be at the hotel soon; don't you want to eat out first? With me?" asked Jemima, offering something to keep Julian from moping. Unfortunately, Julian shook his head; he refused firmly. 'What's wrong with him? Why is he suddenly in a bad mood?" Jemima thought while occasionally stealing glances at Julian, who was more focused on driving than chatting with her. "Hmm, how about we have dinner together tonight? Consider it our first date." asked Jemima, trying to persuade. Again Julian shook his head. Jemima became annoyed with herself because she was confused by the mistake she made that made the man change drastically. "Alright, we're here. Get off," Julian asked