Semua Bab His Secret Heir, His Deepest Regret: Bab 61 - Bab 70

JULIAI shut the door behind me, walking away from the room that made it hard to breathe. As soon as I was out of the vicinity, my legs wobbled, and I felt tears prickling my eyes again. I only acted tough inside, but in reality, I didn’t know what to do. I knew his words held some truth, and that was what I hated the most. I walked until I reached the lobby. I looked around and quickly saw the two of them. Evan was sitting in one of the chairs, holding Andy in his arms. The boy was fast asleep, his small face resting peacefully against Evan’s chest. Evan looked down at him with such tenderness that, for a moment, I felt my breath hitch.It should have been a beautiful picture. It was a beautiful picture. But my chest tightened painfully when, suddenly, an image of Heather emerged right beside Evan. I felt like I was stabbed in the chest. She was dabbing Andy’s forehead with a damp cloth. She moved so gently, and she looked utterly maternal. They looked like the perfect family.

EVANDERI entered my apartment, feeling heavier than usual. The way Julia looked at me—it was so suffocating. But then again, I must have made her feel that way several times before. I shook my head and collapsed on the couch, massaging my temples. Just then, the lights opened, making me squint my eyes. “You’re home,” Heather said, revealing herself leaning against the balcony windows. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, and she gave me a pointed look. She was also wearing one of my button-ups while drinking from my wine glass. “Heather,” I muttered, wondering if it was better if I went to my house instead. "Please let rest first," I said, not wanting to argue with her. "A lot has happened." “Oh I know,” Heather said, joining me on the couch and placing her hand on my lap. “Your dad had told me.” I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. Those two had gotten closer ever since the failed engagement party. “What else did he tell you?” I asked, not opening my eyes.

JULIA I was in the teacher’s office, waiting for Mrs. White to fetch her cup of coffee from the lounge. I looked around and glanced at my watch periodically. I could already guess what had happened, so I unconsciously clenched my jaw. “Heather,” I whispered, looking around to see if she was there. However, she wasn’t. Of course, she didn’t want to involve herself in this. Finally, Mrs. White arrived with her coffee and our art project. She sat on the chair and was silent for a while. She merely looked at me, staring straight into my soul. Meanwhile, I looked at the final art piece. It wasn't bad at all. However, the background really looked out of place. It seemed like Heather didn’t do anything with my painting of Evan, too. “Miss Johnson, is it?” she started off. I pursed my lips and nodded. “That’s me,” I said.“Hmm, you’re proud of that, aren’t you?” she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Umm, what’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. “That’s not important,” s

JULIA "Retiring?" I asked Gianna, who was interrupted when our substitute professor came in. He just wrote the questions we would be answering on the board and went on his way, saying he would be back to collect them by the end of the period. The others also turned toward Gianna's way, curious about her revelation. "That's what I heard," she said. "I had to pass a late assignment to my photography teacher, and it was the talk of the entire faculty room." "Why is that, though?" Harper asked with a frown. "It seems like Mrs. White does not have any plans on retiring this year... or for the many years to come." "That's what I thought, too," Gianna said. I glanced at Heather and saw that her face had gone pale. So, it seemed that she was also unaware of what was happening."Who could it be?" I muttered. "There's another thing I saw that I could only tell the two of you," she whispered, gesturing us to come closer. Harper and I leaned closer to her. "I saw your boyfriend there," sh

EVAN"Evan," I muttered. She called me Evan. "What's got you smiling like that?" I snapped out of my thoughts when Rui placed some paperwork on my table. Then, I cleared my throat and straightened my posture, not bothering to answer his question. However, he continued to press on the topic. "It's rare seeing you smile these days because the party is coming up. Have you even come up with ways to convince Mr. Miyagi to finally sign a collaboration with us?" he asked. I pursed my lips and leaned against my chair. "We might as well switch seats with how you're talking," I said. He chuckled and put out a peace sign. "I'm just trying to lighten up the situation. Honestly, it's good seeing you smile like this despite everything going on. I mean—your love life is a mess, you have so much work on your plate, and your dad is still pressuring you even if you're already 25 years old." "Do you want to get fired?" I asked as he listed down all my problems. And the worst part was, that wasn'