Semua Bab Too Late for Forgiveness: Bab 341 - Bab 350

Sunny suggested, "You should call Sonia and console her. She must be upset with you after you put your date on hold.""Yeah," Harvey agreed and dialed Sonia's number, but she did not pick up. He scratched his head and said exasperatedly, "She's probably angry right now. Ah, forget it. I'll talk to her tomorrow."Zoey tugged on Harvey's sleeve and urged, "Come on, we've got photos to go through in the studio."The duo bantered as they got into the car and sped off. Sunny watched as they disappeared into the distance, frowning. "Sonia deserves an award for putting up with all this.""Mm-hmm," Damian responded noncommittally."If I have to be honest, I don't think Zoey's a good fit for the studio… What do you think, Damian?" Sunny asked.Originally, Damian, Harvey, and Sunny had agreed to partner up and set up a studio. But then Harvey got Zoey involved, claiming they'd been friends since they were children and that she loved photography, too. He also insisted she was "one of the bo

Now that Serena had stopped loving him, Justin realized just how little he meant to her. "Are you leaving?"Serena said, "I only came to make sure Mollie was all right.""Wait—" Justin hurriedly stopped her from leaving. "Candice is kept under my watch. When I return, I'll hand her over to the police, along with the evidence of her crimes. She'll either be jailed for life or sentenced to death.""She deserves it," Serena pointed out icily. "I've got a shop to run. Bye."With that, she turned to leave.Justin did not take his eyes off her. He stood unmoving at the door long after she left.Mollie leaned against her pillow and snorted. "Are you going to stand there gawking after Serena all day? You know she's gone, right?"Justin entered the room. "I'm surprised not even food can shut you up.""I'm speaking the truth! You didn't appreciate Serena until she left, so your regret is too little, too late, don't you think? Stop having any funny ideas about her, Justin. She has Wilson

Wilson scoffed. "You said I was sharp-tongued, yet you're the first to draw blood."Serena glared at him. "You know I was right."A small smile curved Wilson's lips as he agreed, "You described me perfectly."The S-class continued down the road and pulled up outside Serena's patisserie. Wilson unfastened her seatbelt for her but did not move from the driver's seat. She stared at him questioningly. "Don't you want to take a look at my patisserie?""No." He crossed his arms and drawled, "Apparently, I'm sharp-tongued and petty. I wouldn't want to offend any of your customers and cause you to lose business."Serean eyed him speechlessly. She should have known he would hold that remark against her. She said, "Wait here.""Oh, am I supposed to do as you ask? Where's my agency?" Wilson countered wryly."Just stay put, will you?" Serena turned to enter her patisserie after that. When she returned, she was amused to find Wilson's car still parked in the same spot. Nonetheless, she kept

In the Nielson residence's backyard, Serena noted that Dorothy had not shown up even though 15 minutes had passed. Just as she rose to leave, a female silhouette slowly approached them.Dorothy crossed her arms, her pink coat wrapped tightly around her as she came up to Serena and Joanna. Behind her trailed several housekeepers. From the looks of it, she hadn't come to discuss a business deal but to pick a fight with Serena. "So, you're Serena?"Serena looked placid as she answered, "Yes. May I know why you had me come over today, Ms. Nielson?"Dorothy made no reply and openly appraised Serena. She had to admit, Serena was stunning. She had the makings of a bona fide seductress, which explained why Wilson was so beguiled that he'd leave Desiree for her."I told you I wanted to order cakes," Dorothy finally snapped. She turned and sank into the rocking chair behind her, looking nonchalant as she drawled, "Go on, tell me all about your shop and your baking selection. I'll decide if y

Serena and Joanna had only just left the backyard when they ran into two men headed in their direction. One was Peter Nielson, Dorothy's father, while the man trailing him was none other than Wilson.Serena's eyes widened in surprise. "What are you doing here?"Wilson leveled a thoughtful look at her before amusement filled his gaze."I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing at the Nielson residence? While we're at it…" He glanced at Dorothy, who resembled a drowned rat as she came up behind Serena. "How did you get into such a curious predicament?"Peter was baffled by Dorothy's soaked and miserable state. "Dory, what on earth did you get up to?""I-I fell in the pool," Dorothy admitted sheepishly. She stomped her foot and glowered at Serena as she whined, "Dad, you won't believe what happened to me! I told this woman, Serena Judd, to come over for a business meeting, but she was rude to me the entire time and deliberately let me fall in the pool!"Peter looked at Sere