Todos los capítulos de My Always, My Forever: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

“Uncle Damian!” little Rai called the man cheerfully again. Huh.. My little boy seems to know this man - Damian, that was his name. I tried to recall if I knew anyone by that name, but no, no one came to mind.Little Rai quickly placed the food container he was holding on a table nearest to him and ran to Damian excitedly with open arms. Damian squatted down and opened his arms to welcome little Rai. But then suddenly little Rai’s demeanor changed as he stopped to stand in front of Damian abruptly. He was angry now.. “You promised not to make Mommy sad!” little Rai said with anger and karate-chopped one of Damian’s shoulders. I was aghast by his action. Why did he hit his Uncle? What if Damian got angry and scolded him? “Rai, you can’t..” I began saying and was about to get off the bed to take little Rai away and protect him, and also told him that he couldn't just hit anyone as he liked when I saw Damian pull little Rai into his arms.

My eyes squinted to see it more clearly.. It couldn't be.. And my eyes darted to my side, toward the real thing. Oh my Gawd, he really is big!“Kat..” I heard him, and I looked at him and was mesmerized by his golden eyes that were now twinkling with mischievousness. “Did you just check out my dick?” I heard him ask sexily.“Yes..” I answered him while still being captivated by his gaze.Huh? What?!“No! No! I wasn't checking your dick!” I quickly corrected myself but I felt my whole face going red. Oh my God, how embarrassing! I hid my face behind my palms when suddenly my head jerked up in confusion.“You okay, Kat?” he asked as he looked at my reaction.“I just experienced a deja vu,” I told him. Which man ever asked me if I just checked his dick out? I tried to remember, but as usual, only a headache came to me.&ldquo

“Kat, did I do something wrong?” Damian asked. It’d been ten days since all my memories of him came back to my mind, and we were currently sitting on his private plane, going to Bali to celebrate Nick’s birthday. “What made you say that?” I asked with feigned surprise. “Sometimes you appear to avoid me,” he explained as he sat across from me, leaning toward me with his elbows on his thighs. “It’s just the headaches. I’m sorry if it seemed like I was shunning you,” I said apologetically. It was just an excuse. In truth, I kind of stayed away from him because I didn't know what to do. It was hard to not show my love for him and to pretend that I didn't remember him. Most of the time, I felt like holding him close to me, kissing him, apologizing, and telling him that I loved him, especially when I saw the longing in his eyes. Ten days felt torturous, I didn't know how he was able to go through it for more than thre

My alarm clock woke me up the next morning. It was only 5 am, and yet I needed to wake up to clean the villa and cook breakfast.   Damian had been sleeping since I came back to him last night. He didn't even want to wake up. This reminded me of the time when I was first diagnosed with depression. I spent my days asleep, not even wanting to talk, eat or take a bath if not for my mom walking me up and helping me. This time instead of my mom helping me, it was me helping Damian. Last night my mom had called me again, telling me how shameful it was for my story to be punished like that. For everyone to know that I was raped was a disgrace to our family. Yeah, she was still close-minded in that sense. But I shut her up by telling her that I loved Damian, and he loved me too. Luckily my mom was the type who never meddled in her kids’ love lives. I also asked her for recipes to cook since she had the experience of taking care of me.

I felt a feathery touch on my lips. Opening my eyes, I saw Damian’s handsome face in front of me. “Good morning, Baby girl,” he said lovingly. I nearly cried because of this simple act. It seemed so long ago since he was the one who woke me up. “Morning, Damian,” I circled my arms around his body and pulled him to me for a snuggle. “What time is it now?” I asked as I inhaled his manly scent. “It’s 9 am,” he replied as he pulled me even closer. “9 am? Why didn't you wake me up earlier?” I asked and sat on the bed. He pulled me down to lie down again. “You’ve been working hard for the past months, it’s time for me to do all the work now.” He placed a kiss on the top of my head. I have nearly forgotten that he was alright now and that I didn't have to wake up at 5 am each morning. “Do you want to eat breakfast now?” he asked. “Can I get an omelet?” I asked shyly. I didn't know if