All Chapters of Till Time Do Us Part: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Martha Bartlett stood on the other side of Edward’s hospital bed and had a conversation with the doctor. "What exactly happened when he woke up?" Gray whispered. Zia grabbed two magazines and handed one to her while she used the other one to hide her face. "I was just talking to him because I thought he was sleeping. Then I saw his hand move, then he called my name." Gray took the magazine and also hid her face behind it. "Sophia?" "No, Zia." "Does he now know you're Zia?" "I don't know." Gray eyed her. "Just what were you telling him?" "Just...stuff." Zia averted her eyes. "What stuff?" Zia turned to her. "Where were you last night? "Just...somewhere." Now it was Gray's turn to avert her eyes. "Where somewhere?" "Call it even and I'll let you sleep in my bed for a day." Zia scoffed. "A month." "Two days." "Three weeks." "Three days." "Two weeks." Gray grunted. "One week." "Call." "Call." The two shared a quick handshake. "Hey, girls." "Oh, fuck!" Gray whispere

She couldn't help but to also laugh at his answer. Indeed among the three of them, if Edward was an angel inside and out, Gray would seem to be the contradiction--like a reformed demon. She was an untamed feral in her childhood days and Zia had her own share of taming the beast into a presentable human being that she was now. Being the one with a balanced personality, Zia acted like the guardian that prevented the excessively kind Edward from being taken advantage of, and ensured that the ferocious Gray wouldn't beat to death the people that would do so. Zia, in a concept, was an integral cog to their friendship and growth. "But please call her out if you hear your Aunt Gray use that word to a person again, okay?" he added. "Okay!" she responded with enthusiasm. "But was that your homework?" His brows furrowed. "What's a mammal?!" she exclaimed in panic. "A mammal?" He momentarily stared blankly into a distance. "It's a class of animals that are distinguished by having hair or fur

Zia Scott heard beeping on the door and then approaching footsteps while she was watching an evening drama on the flat screen. Gray passed by the living room and straight to the bathroom. Zia rose and headed to the kitchen. "Did you lose your watch?" she said loudly. Gray went out of the bathroom. "No, why?" Zia shot her an angry look. "You said you'd be back in an hour or two. It's been three hours." Gray hiked her eyebrows. "And?" "And now the food's cold." Zia started to sulk. "What, you cooked?" "Why? Did you eat already?" Zia's voice rose. "No, no I didn't." Gray entered the kitchen. "So what did you cook?" She opened the two pots on the countertop. "I see. Pot roast and mashed potato? Definitely good." Gray looked down at her, who was obviously laying out her annoyance. Then Gray suddenly lifted her by her waist and put her on a chair by the dining table. "Just sit still there, your highness, while I reheat the food." Zia stared at Gray's back while she moved around in

Gray Stewart’s attention shifted to the voice coming from behind her. It was a familiar voice. She could look over her shoulder but she didn’t want to. A head peered from beside her. It was Sarah Lewis. “So, it’s really you,” she said. “I doubted myself for a second since you didn’t look back when I called.” Meanwhile, Zia was preoccupied with her zealousness for shopping. In the few minutes since she entered the boutique, she was already able to find 6 clothes that she wanted to try on. Struggling to gather the clothes with her short arms, she walked toward the entrance where Gray was standing and saw her talking to a saleslady. The saleslady’s back was facing her. She approached them. “Gray, could you hold this?” she said as she attempted to pass the clothes to Gray. She caught the sales lady's attention and the woman turned around. And before Gray could grab the clothes, Zia’s arms felt goosebumps and she dropped the clothes. Her eyes were dilated and jaw dropped as she frozenl

“Gray…and Sophia?” said a visibly surprised Edward Bartlett. “I didn’t know you guys were here.” Zia smiled awkwardly at him. And seeing as Gray was just nonchalantly eating, it made Zia palm her own face from frustration. “H…hi, Uncle Edward.” She tirelessly waved her hand. “Are you guys having dinner here too?” he asked. Gray cleansed her mouth with a glass of water after she instantaneously ate half of her portion. “I am,” she said to him. “Wow. What a great coincidence, huh?” said an amused Edward. “What’s the occasion?” Gray and Zia shared a glance. “Her parents got promoted so we’re celebrating,” Gray reasoned out. “Really? That’s good news. Where are they then?” “Out of the country. But they sent money so we can celebrate on our own,” Gray curtly answered. “Really?” Edward looked at Zia. “It’s a shame your family can’t join you tonight, Sophia.” “It’s all right. I have my auntie Gray with me.” Zia smiled sweetly. And she noticed Gray scoffing on her cutesy act. And i