The morning ray shining in from the window woke Izabelle from her sleep. She closed her eyes slightly before proceeding to use her hands to block the light peeking in from the window. She yawned silently and stared at the bedside clock. Oh no! It's time to go jogging already. Damn!Feeling the pressure on her waist as she tried to sit up on the bed, she turned to her side only to see a beautiful sight. She was surely going to get diabetic this morning from the amount of sweetness she felt in her tummy at the sight. Marcel lay on the other side of the bed with little Rosie in their middle. She was clinging to her father with her whole body wrapped around him as if she feared that he was going to leave at night when she was asleep. Her legs were thrown around his thigh and her head was on his bare arms. When did he pull his shirt? His arm wrapped around her waist cuddling the both of them at the sight of that left a sweet taste in her mouth. How was she going to stop her damn heart fr

“Goodness! I'm so exhausted even though I'm just coming to work,” Izabelle sighed as she walked into her studio building with her tote bag on her shoulder. She yawned in exhaustion as she dropped her bag on the table. There are lots of customers already? After their play at home, they both remembered that they had work to do and had immediately rushed to the bathrooms to have their bath and run out of the house. Izabelle had taken Rosie with her since they were on summer holiday and there was no school. “Sit here and wait for me, Sie Sie. Mommy would be back soon.”The child nodded and sat on her mother’s office chair to continue drinking her chocolate drink. Izabelle strode to the studio only to see lots of customers there even though her employees were attending to them. Some were waiting for her to personally come.“Ma’am, you're here,” one of her employees walked to her. “How are things going, Brian?”He gasped. “Ma’am, there are lots of customers today. We've been attending

“Izabelle, how long do you plan to keep me waiting?” Nick asked, his hands still on Izabelle’s hands as he rubbed it gently. Izabelle swallowed as she tried so hard to look at everyone and everywhere in the surroundings except him. She felt so uneasy. Why hadn't she seen the green light and run away from it? Though she had expected that this would be the case when they met again, she didn't expect it to be so soon. Having this conversation with Nick felt so wrong to her and why? She doesn't even know. “I...I don't understand what you're trying to say.”“Stop being like this, Belle. You and I know what I mean. I'm going crazy thinking about all of it. Do you plan on keeping me waiting forever?”She sighed. “We talked about this before, Nick. I told you my answer.”“And I told you I'm not giving up.”“Nick.”“I'll keep waiting until you're ready. Just don't keep me waiting forever.”“No, you shouldn't. There are a lot of girls in this city. Most of them have crushes on you. You shoul

“And I don't care if we have anything or not. You are mine and I won't be so kind when next he holds your hand that intimately.”“Ho..how do you know?”“Doesn't matter how I know. Just stop seeing him. I saw how he looked at you.”“How?”“Like he couldn't wait to have you in his bed. Bastard.”Her face grew red like ripe tomatoes. How could he be so blunt? And how dare he speak about Nick. Nick is nothing like him. He isn't a coward nor does he say mean things to her. He was nice and a better option. He was in no place to speak about him in such a way. “You are in no place to speak about Nick. He's far better than you. Way better. Besides, it's my life. You can't tell me what to do with it.”“So you like him then? Just because he speaks to you nicely or what.”“At least he speaks nicely. Don't speak about him. You have no right.”“What are you going to do if I keep speaking about him?”“Just stop already and let go of me or I'll bite you,” Izabelle threatened. “Try it.”She glared a

“Such a good looking child. She does take after my son a lot,” Mrs. Wilson complimented, her lips pecking the child in her face causing little Rosie to move her faceaway from her uncomfortably. “Look at her eyebrows. I can remember that this is how Marcel’s eyebrows were when he was her age. “What is your name little girl?” She already knows the little girl’s name but wanted to see if the child can say her name fully and also wanted to test how smart this child was. If she was smart then that means that she takes after her son because her son was super smart. “My name is Rosie Mae Rossador,” the child answered. “Rosie Mae Rossador. Good girl,” she was smart. She could pronounce her name fully without any help and she was sure that this smart child can also spell her name. The Wilson family are always smart. Wait! Rosaador? Did the child just say that her surname was Rossador? What the hell?“Is your surname Rossador?”The child nodded. “Ho…how can that be? It is supposed to be Wil