All Chapters of His Secret Heir, His Deepest Regret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JULIA "How's the project going?" Harper asked, slinging an arm around me. I sighed and shook my head. "Well, it's been put to a stop for the last couple of days since Heather has this modeling gig." "Ah, must be nice to have excused absences," Gianna said."Yeah," I muttered. Just then, someone approached us from the lunch table, causing the three of us to lift our heads. It was a young man looking confident. We exchanged looks of confusion before turning to him once more. "Can we help you?" I softly asked, not wanting to sound rude.He merely smiled, running his fingers through his hair and smoldering. I wasn't sure. It looked more like a flinch to me. "I was wondering," he said, focusing on me. My eyebrows raised in surprise when he suddenly winked. "You caught my eye from the other corner of the cafeteria," he said. "I think you're really cute. Let's exchange numbers." "Oh," I said, not being able to stop myself. Gianna and Harper exchanged glances, clearly amused. "Juli

JULIAMy heart sank.'Don't ruin it for me with a child.'The words echoed in my mind over and over again.Come to think of it, Evan wasn't too fond of kids even before. I could vividly remember our conversation then."Do you want kids?" I asked as I played with his hair.He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. I wasn't sure if it was out of relaxation or because of the question."Evan?" I asked since he hadn't responded for a few seconds.He opened his eyes and stared right back at me. Even if we've been together for so long, I still can't get over the fact of how handsome he was everytime we locked eyes."Now?" he asked with a teasing tone.I clicked my tongue and softly nudged his shoulder. "Not now, of course!" I exclaimed. "We're still living off of our parents' money. How can we raise a child in this economy? Gosh, just thinking about the expenses makes my head hurt.""I'm talking about the future," I softly added. "Would you want that?"I pursed my lips. I knew about Evan

JULIA I arrived in front of my parent's house. I let out a deep breath as I stared at the familiar exterior. I had seen it plenty of times before, and what once felt like a home was now more of a house to me. I was happy that they were accepting us into their lives again, but a part of me couldn’t forget how they abandoned me during my weakest times. I shook my head and put on a small smile. My situation was already bad with Evan. I shouldn’t make it bad in front of my parents, too! Yup, you got this, Julia! I walked to the door and knocked, still with a small smile. My mom, Grace, opened the door, happiness seen in her eyes. However, as soon as she saw me, that happiness dimmed just slightly. I didn’t comment on it, of course—I didn't even react. I just greeted her with a nod. “Andy,” she called in a soft voice, one that I hadn’t heard in such a long time. “Your mommy is here.” I heard tiny footsteps padding to where we were. As soon as I saw my little boy, the exhaustion l

JULIASarah’s car sputtered and wheezed like it was on its last breath before she finally managed to pull into the parking lot. I winced at the sound of the brakes screeching as we came to an unsteady halt.“You really need a new car,” I muttered, clutching the handle of the door for dear life.Sarah gave the dashboard a pat, giving it a loving gaze. “Don’t listen to her. You’re doing great, sweetheart.”I stared at her in disbelief. “We almost died back there.”She ignored me and glanced out the windshield. “Well, here we are.”I followed her gaze, and my heart dropped. My eyes widened as I took in the all-too-familiar exterior of the restaurant in front of us. Gold lettering spelled out ‘Asturia’ perched above the tinted glass entrance. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I breathed.Sarah turned to me, a sheepish look on her face. “What?”“Why is it here?” I gestured toward the entrance, my voice slightly rising. “Out of all the restaurants in this city, it had to be Asturia?”Sarah

EVANDER“Why is this old man so difficult to contact?” I asked, massaging the bridge of my nose.Late into the night, I was still in my office because Mr. Miyagi decided to cancel our meeting for the third time.“Well, he is a new granddad,” Rui said, placing my fourth cup of coffee on the table. “You have to give him some time, sir. Mr. Miyagi isn’t a conglomerate like your dad. He’s a highly-valued artist who does not work in a set time.”“Plenty of companies have been wanting to work with him, but he never spared them a glance,” he continued. “I think it’s fortunate that we even have a chance to communicate with him.”I sighed and leaned against my chair, letting out a deep breath. What Rui said made a lot of sense. However, I still couldn’t help but feel impatient.This deal was already a month into the making. My dad was pestering me not only to give him an heir but to close this deal. I knew that this deal would truly elevate our company, especially our clothing brand. “Well, i