All Chapters of His Winter Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

There is no way he would agree, right? I’m sure he would refuse it. "I believe he has somewhere to go. Right, Eion?" I spoke up, joining in their conversation. He paused for a moment before smirking. "I think not. I’m free today." He said this as he got out of his car. With my eyes, I threw daggers at him. Why is he not cooperating? Gosh, I was even helping me to get out of this situation. Mom smiled at that and motioned him inside. "Welcome to our humble abode; please feel free to make yourself at home."Nathan jumped and grabbed Eion's hands after remaining silent the entire time. I exclaimed, looking at Eion's expression, who was staring at Nathan without a smile. Nathan smiled at him "Can me and Eionny play, Mom? I've always wished for an older sibling!" Nathan caught my eye, checking to see if it was alright with me. Wait, why is my family becoming so close to that robot? "No, honey, you can play with him next time. Snow and Eion are g

Stupid? So that's how he will call me huh.. "What robot?" I said, calling him with the nickname I made. I didn't bother to smile, simply since his expression is expressionless, I feel like my fake cheerfulness can't handle it. "My table got in a mess. Please clean it," He said in a monotone voice before leaving. I grab the cleaning towel and spray to do what he asked, before heading to his table. "Clean it faster, I have a lot more to do," he said. I scoffed at that. I faced him and mockingly smiled, "Of course, sir," With that, I started to pile the cups and tissues there, the strawberry pink ice cream was sprawled all over the table so just to mock him more, I slowly wiped it, then turned to look at my back to catch a glimpse of him standing away from the table, clenching his fist and staring straight at me. Good. He's annoyed. Satisfied at his reaction, I finally finished the remaining job and said, "All done, sir. You can now-" I can't fin

"Here," I said, handing a paper bag that has Eion's jacket to him in his office the moment I arrived before my shift. Emma was still here since it’s still her shirt. I actually drove here earlier to get his jacket, wash and dry it so that I could return it soon enough, and got in the store again. Good thing it dried enough for me to give it back to him now. He looked at me, then to the paper bag on my hands before asking, "What's that?" "Uhmm… your jacket?" Did he forget about it soon? Yesterday he was looking for it."Keep it." He said, "I don't want it anymore." I looked at him carefully, not sure if I heard him right. He even came back last night to get the jacket from me, right? And now that I am giving it to him, he doesn’t want it anymore. That’s strange. "Okay? I’ll just leave it here then. Thank you again for last night, Eion." I just left the paper bag by the door and returned to the counter. Guess he’ll just get that later. Changi

I looked at the boy, whom I now know as Caleb, “Yes.” He answered, licking at his ice cream.   “Don’t do this next time. Aunt Anna is looking for you, she’s worried," he said coolly.   “You know each other?” I asked Eion, to which he ignored as he picked up the little kid in his arms. Now that they are both beside each other, I had a quick overlook. They have both green eyes, but their attitudes were miles apart. Now that I think about it, the little kid looks familiar.    Oh right! He was one of the kids playing with Nathan at Aunt Maggie's. Maybe he is Eion’s brother? Or cousin?   "Do you know each other? Is she your girlfriend? She's very pretty," Caleb asked Eion. I almost gagged at that. Him? My boyfriend?

I looked behind me. Ah, the robot, yet again with his criticism. What's with him today? To think I was actually starting to assume that he was manageable enough to handle these days. Guess I was wrong. Or was it one of his mood swings again? Whatever. I sighed, before retorting sassily, "Oh great. And what color does your highness think is best?"   "Blue." Eion the robot shrugged. “And why are you even here? Were you sick yesterday?”   "I just recovered today. And you're an expert at picking colors, huh?" I asked, now irritated at him.  He scoffed, "I was just saying what I thought was best..."   "Then go ahead and tell it to Aunt Maggie. My choice of color is just an opinion. You're making it a big deal." I scowled at him,