All Chapters of The Secret Lover (CEO Love Story): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

BEEP! HONK!!!I was sitting on the passenger seat. The car almost crashed, but Harrison quickly swerved. "Harrison, are you okay?!""Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that.""You can stop for a while, if you're not feeling well, we are not in a rush after all...""It's okay, Aria, I don't know what has gotten into me...""You look like you got something on your mind this whole time.""I don't know, Aria."He drove the car to the curb of the street, and slowly stopped."Harry, you can talk about anything to me if you want to, you know I won't mind at all...""I'm sorry, Aria, it's just... It's just that..."Harrison's face suddenly dimmed, he looked so gloomy. He was looking out the car window. I did not know what to do, so I stayed silent while he did too. We were in complete total silence for quite a long time, until I finally opened my mouth to initiate a conversation."Is it about me, Harry?""...Um...""I'm sorry if I sounded too nosy, but... I guess you know what happened back in the r

The sun had just begun to rise on a Sunday morning, casting a soft glow across the room as I stood by the kitchen counter, carefully pouring cereal into a bowl for Amy. Our breakfast, especially on Sunday morning, was always a silent routine and a serene step to start the day. We enjoyed this quiet moment together, and I wished I would have moments like this with Amy forever. Remarkably, Amy also had been up early as well, her energy matching the sun's motion of rising..As we ate, the world outside seemed to stir with a hushed quietness, the chirping of birds providing a gentle soundtrack to our shared solitude. I couldn't help but notice the way the sunlight played upon Amy's face, illuminating her features like a painter's brushstrokes. She caught me gazing and smiled, her eyes sparkling with a mix of playfulness and something deeper, something that hinted at hopes and dreams..As we continued to have our breakfast, the soft morning light filtered through the curtains; which creat

I was laid off work for two weeks. I needed to earn money so I could feed myself and Amy. Harrison offered to pay for everything, but I declined every single offer of his. I was still able to earn money myself, I wouldn't want to mooch money off him. .I started to look for freelance work online. I was hoping to get some work that was not long-term. I only needed the side jobs for two weeks, too. .I searched and searched, but none of them caught my attention. That being said, none of them : A.) pays well or B.) had a job desk that suited to my skills..Sigh..I threw my body to the couch, but I suddenly remembered to contact either Kanika or Zoe. They were my flatmates at the building I used to live in..Kanika is a freelance worker, so she usually works from home in front of her laptop and devices. Zoe works in a job-searching company. She usually assists people online and help them find the jobs most suitable in accordance to their skills..I tried to call Kanika first.."Hel

Stepping out of the elevator, I picked up my pace towards the exit of the posh apartment building. Harrison, always ready to assist, had arranged a driver to take me to the job interview spot, but today I was in the mood for some independence..This spacious lobby exuded luxury, the kind that screams "wealthy residents." I lived in its irony. It was funny enough that I was jobless when I moved in. It was even funnier that I was applying for a personal home assistant AKA butler now. Rich had never been my middle name. Alas, I was still able to trudge here and there in this luxurious lobby. I made my way through, a mix of nerves and determination propelling me forward. This job interview was a game-changer, a chance to shift gears and steer my life in a new direction. Hopefully, it would open new opportunities for me and Amy. I wanted to do more than just this, especially for my beloved daughter..As I stepped into the fresh air outside, I took a deep breath, mentally gearing up for wh

I was out there for what felt like forever, just loitering around beside those towering gates. The sun was doing its thing, blazing down, and I could feel the heat on my skin. The city's usual hustle and bustle were distant background noises that I could hear even from the far distance. People sure were busy everyday. Every person is unique because they are thriving in their own business. There is one thing that they do in unison though, contributing to the economy of the city, and striving to provide for the living of each their own; maybe even for their families..Standing beside those massive gates, I was playing the waiting game. How long was this wait supposed to be? And could I even get inside without Mrs. Catrin saying it was okay? She wasn't around, which added to the uncertainty..About forty minutes ticked by, and with each passing minute, I felt more and more unsure. Should I make a call to confirm? Or maybe this was a patience test? Overthinking was just turning my stomac