All Chapters of The Secret Island: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

           Martin didn’t pick up his phone…         Celine looked down at her phone. He just sent her a message saying that he wasn’t feeling well, and he couldn’t pick her up this evening and have dinner. He also could not make it tomorrow.When she called him back, she found that his phone had been turned off.         What happened to him?         She texted him and bit her lip. She couldn’t sit still and wait for him to tell her what was happening anymore.         Why did he have to be this quiet about his life when he had already promised? Why didn’t he tell her? Wasn’t she trustworthy enough for him? What was going on? Why did he do that? Why didn’t he

It shouldn’t be that bad…Yesterday's anger and frustration were a sudden temper that was too intense for Martin to comprehend. He tried to understand everything that had just happened. His psychiatrist once said that self-encouragement and positive thinking are hard to muster up by oneself. But he could train himself to think of something positive every day. Emotions can be controlled if he trains himself regularly. Still, those dark thoughts emerged again and again with just a small stimulus. With just a few words, he was triggered. And once he realized that everything he had tried to improve himself still wasn’t good enough and that the sins he committed would stay with him until the end of days, Martin went back to his usual routine—the vicious cycle of negative thoughts. There was no future, but the only dark past that still haunts him and the thoughts that were all he could be, a broken man. There was no way out. No one in the professional world and no one could accept him as

“Martin, what are you doing?” Celine's call brought him to his senses. He was distracted by his thought and blanked out for a long time. He looked at Celine, and she seemed nervous. In one glance, he saw fear in those beautiful eyes. Martin clenched his shirt tightly. His hands trembled uncontrollably. “…I never wanted to hide anything from you…I j-just…I am just afraid. I’m so afraid….” His voice shook as he told her the truth. He gritted his teeth, and he could not control his hands, which were still shaking. “What are you afraid of?” There was fear in her question, too. She asked him quietly as if it was a whisper. He knew she tried to remain calm for him, but it was difficult to be calm in a situation like this. He shook his head and took a step back from her. The memories brought him back to that faithful day. Not the day in prison. Not the day he was beaten up until he fell unconscious. Not the day he was la

Martin was on the balcony of his condo and staring into the bright blue sky that was considered rare for London. Once he got a chance to confess what happened and explain everything that he faced in life, he felt as if the grey clouds that surrounded him were disappearing.Celine told him she wanted to spend time with him all day, but her business was expanding, and she had meeting after meeting and not to mention the documents she had to review. Even though he wanted her to stay with him all day, he was the one that asked her to go to work as initially planned. He had no business disturbing her work schedule. Celine was an executive and had responsibilities to take care of. She had no time for this. Martin was still confused over what had just happened. His brain returned to the event that took place earlier this morning. His hand kept massaging his temple and his eyes fixated on the vast blue sky.Martin abruptly ceased all movement when he finally realized that he had told Celin

After Martin stood still for a while and let Celine hug him, she let go of him and helped out with other jobs of this cooking task. Martin was quite dumbfounded when it came to the matter of cooking. He hadn’t cooked good food for himself for years, so it was not surprising that it took him longer than expected to prepare the ingredients. He did look up the recipe on the internet and tried to go slow. But he completely lost his confidence when it came to performing a task that produced an outcome. He felt totally out of place and even felt weird holding the pot and pan, and utensils. Celine was always by his side and helped him. She was no great chef, and she admitted it, but Celine still enjoyed the process, definitely a lot more than he did. The pasta was something Martin thought was the easiest menu to make, but even so, he overcooked the pasta, boiling it too long that it became too soft. He just could not time it right. We had to redo the whole thing again. It was strang