Semua Bab Never: HIS REGRET: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Weeks afterLiam's POV Her flushed blue eyes, the way her brown hair flow over her shoulders, glowing. Her lips curled into a smile.Her brown skin, radiant and glistering.I blinked, rolling over in bed, wrapping my hands over my head.“Ahh!” I groaned in agony.The throbbing pain in my head consumed me.Memories of her beauty kept flooding my thoughts. That distinct smile, perfectly curved.“Dad, I'm off to school,” I heard her tiny voice, snapping me out of my daze.I groaned, holding onto my head as I blinked my eyes open. The picture catalog I had been looking at before drifting off to sleep fell to the floor.“Let me help you with that, Daddy,” Joanna chimed, moving to the side of the bed to pick them up.She lifted her face with a smile.That smile; it reminded me of the fragments I had seen in my visions.A perfect replica.“Dad,” she tapped me, pulling my gaze toward her.“Oh, I'm sorry. Just not feeling too well,” I said, and her face fell.“Dad, you should always be alrigh

Olivia's POV Having just closed from a tiring and stressful day, I felt I should just go over, pick up Jumia, and head home to get some rest.I packed up my bag, gathered the files, placed them into my large file bag, and picked up my phone.As I walked through the passageway toward the entrance, I heard Becky's voice behind me, her breath panting as she ran to catch up.“Ma’am, I was coming to your office,” she said, tapping her chest to steady her breathing.“What’s the issue?” I asked, holding her gaze.“I would like to request permission to be off work tomorrow. I have some important personal matters to handle,” she said, her hand still on her chest.“Is that all?”“Yes, ma’am.”“Then you can take the rest of the week off. Just make sure to report back to duty at the beginning of next week,” I replied, turning to leave with my bag in one hand.“Really? Aww! Thank you, ma’am!” she said excitedly, hurrying to take the bag from my arm, excitement dripping from her expression.I smil

Olivia's POV I sluggishly moved to my room, collapsing onto the soft, silky duvet laid perfectly on the bed.The smooth fabric sent a relaxing chill down my spine. My gaze darted toward the ceiling, which radiated a sudden brightness that caught my attention."A hectic day indeed," I snorted, my eyes fixed on the ceiling as though seeking solace for my feeble self.My thoughts slowly drifted to the call I had received earlier. Its details lingered deep in my heart."It's amazing how random people make calls to others they barely know," I muttered, feeling drained by the conversation.A mix of rage and curiosity consumed my thoughts.It was obvious, I felt that tiny sting gnawing at me. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that the overwhelming urge to return that call was growing. But then again, my feeble appearance and broken demeanor robbed me of the drive to even consider taking that path again, clutching the steering wheel as if it were my last hope.I remained on the bed, my gaze fl

“Ma’am, I want to inquire about a certain kid called Joanna. I dropped by this morning, and I was told she left during the school period.”“Yes, Mrs. Olivia. Her parents instructed that she be withdrawn with immediate effect.”“But why?” I interjected, feeling a little odd about such a prompt decision.“We can't say for sure yet. We're still waiting to hear from them. They didn’t give any clear reason why they took such actions,” she paused and looked at me.“Do you have any issues with her parents’ decision?” she inquired, already aware of my unease. Even though I tried to hide it, my expression gave me away.“No, not at all,” I denied, a slight smile forming on my face.“I just wanted to know why she was taken out of class. Jumia isn’t happy about the decision. They had just started getting along before this,” I declared, masking my true intentions behind my lighthearted words. However, they caught the principal’s attention.“Oh, poor child,” she chimed, looking in Jumia’s direction

I finished my meal pretty fast, taking only small bites from the dishes served. It felt like I was already full just from those small bites, with no more than a half-filled spoon each time.Dropping my fork, my gaze shifted to the phone’s screen as its light popped up.Fiona set down her fork, picked up the phone, glanced through the screen, typed something, then placed it back on the dining table before picking up her fork again.“Who was that?” I asked, my eyes still fixed on the phone resting on the table.“That was a client from the company. He has been insisting on meeting me, but I already have too much work on my plate and barely any time to schedule an appointment with him,” she replied, poking her meal again.“If this client is important, why not ask the secretary to set up the appointment? Or should I have Peter handle it right away?” I suggested.She winced and put down her fork. “No, that won’t be necessary. He’s already occupied with his own duties. I’ll do it myself,” sh