All Chapters of Love Hurts : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Inside Paul's office, he took the medical kit from the medicine cabinet while I was sitting on the patient's bed. I was just staring at him, admiring how fast and flawless his hands were in preparing for the cream and ointments. "All right. You've already washed your hands with lukewarm water. Let's apply some ointments now!" he then glanced at me with a smile. I almost lost myself there. Did he just notice me ogling at him? "You've been staring at me for quite a while!" d*mn, he just answered my question. Could he read minds, too? "Oh well! You can't blame a woman. My personal doctor is gorgeous!" I jeered and he just chuckled while applying the ointment at the back of my palm. I hissed in pain for quite a bit, however, once the ointment took effect, I felt a cool sensation running from the scalded skin. "Whew! That's quite good!" I uttered, and he just nodded. "Hmm! I bought this from China when I visited my friend there!" he told me as he lifted his head and met my gaze. "He'

Dakota POV . . It has been almost a week since I passed my curriculum vitae and drawing samples to the HR of SF Galore, yet not even a single email of rejection was sent to me. I'd rather choose to be quickly rejected than wait like this, hoping that they would give my as* and my designs a chance to shine. I had been jobless for years now. What I meant was that I had a part-time job, but the income wasn't good enough to pay for my bills. Who was I kidding? Would I even consider force-designing for my bestie's and her family's clothes a job? Yeah! Right?! I was their personal designer, from her husband's custom-made suits to Amy Leah's dresses and gowns. "But all of my designs and creations for them always come with great packages!" I convinced myself, thinking of Areesh's wardrobe that has my tag. Every single shirt and pair of pants, and they were all free. I always gave that little bundle of joy free clothes and other gifts not just because he was cute but because he wa

"Amy Leah, I've got the job!" I excitedly told my best friend the good news. The moment Madam Florence said I could start tomorrow, I called Amy Leah right away. "Oh my goodness! Kota, baby, I'm so proud of you!" I could feel the sincerity in her voice. "How about let's celebrate tonight? Tell me everything about the new job you've got!" "Of course! I'm going to your place tonight. I miss you and Areesh!" my excitement was floating in the air. Who would have thought that after everything, I would totally land in the company I had been dreaming of working with for a long time? "All right, come to our place. I will let Dante pick you up so you won't need to drive when you get home!" Amy Leah offered, and I just followed everything she planned for tonight. Of course, I wasn't going to their mansion empty-handed. This was the best time for serious shopping. Aside from getting some gifts for my godson, Areesh, I also needed to buy some sets of casual attires. I got in my car,

Dakota POV . . The white long limo seemed to be small, carrying only six people, including Enzo and Leon. The tension between us inside was so strong that I couldn't find the courage to even cross my legs. Sitting beside me was no other than Madam Florence, while just across from us were two people with sharp stares ready to murder me anytime. The silence was ear-piercing that even the tiny sound of a needle could be heard if you dropped it. I tried to avoid Martin's glare, focusing my sight on the scenery outside. I just wished nobody could hear the loud thumping of my heart. I was also praying that Madam Florence couldn't notice the weirdness in this spacious, but uncomfortable limousine. "Such a beautiful sight, isn't it, Dakota?" it was Madam Florence nudging my silence. "Yes, Madam. The leaves are beautiful!" I humbly told her while shifting my glance at her. She was staring deeply at me. There was something in those gazes that I couldn't fathom. "Do you like autu

Until we headed back to the tower, Madam Florence had never said anything. She remained quiet the whole afternoon. Worried I was the reason, I ambled towards her with my head looking down the marbled floor. My hands were fidgeting, and my heart was racing. She would have sensed my presence behind her because she suddenly turned around and faced me. "Madam!" I humbly spoke. "Tell me, Dakota. Tell me the truth. Did my son treat you well when you were together?" her tone was stern, and her orbs were glued on me. "In his own way, I say, he was rough but also romantic!" flashbacks of our dates and travels popped up in my mind. My heart pounded fast upon remembering how he was so possessive of me, but at the same very caring. "I never felt so secure in my life when I was with him!" I told her the truth, what could I hide now? Martin already blasted me in front of his mom. "I see!" she just nodded. She waved her hand and glanced at Andrea, one of her assistants like me, dismissing he