Malcolm had been so bothered about Zoe ever since he traveled out of the country for business a day after the party they both went to, because she had not been picking up his calls and merely replied to his messages with curt words that portrayed her unwillingness to continue the conversation. Her responses had been almost dismissive over the past few days, and it gnawed at him more than he cared to admit.He didn't know what she had done to make him so soft and expectant, but he knew that he wanted to see her and know what she had been thinking after his sudden confession and action at the party. ‘Had she been avoiding him because of that?’ He pondered wearily as he looked so bothered, as he prepared to return home from his business trip as excitement warred with nervousness in his heart.He had been so eager to see her that he asked Edward to compress his schedule from the initially planned five days into three, so that he would be able to see her as soon as possible. Though he ha
Malcolm made his way into his mansion as soon as he arrived and Edward had left with the car, his heart pounding with anxiety even if he maintained a high level of composure, waiting to see Zoe's face, having pictured the type of facial expression she would have waiting for him. The grand doors to his mansion swung open before he got to the front of the door, and Cordelia, the new head maid, stood there already with her usual calm demeanor, her head bowed in respect as well as the others, who were in the same position. “Welcome home, Mr. Meyer,” she greeted, her ever-curious eyes darting to the bouquet he had in his hand, wondering what it was for, as she had to give a detailed report to Irina if she was to include the information about the flowers too. “Would you like anything, sir?” A subtle smile that was not evident curved her lips, hoping that he would ask for anything to at least be done for him. “Not at all,” his voice was sharp and curt. Malcolm just stalked past as usual
Zoe could not even wait to discuss meeting her old alums from college with her grandfather, before she excused herself from his house before she would lash out at him, and cause more problems for herself. She had just gone on a blind date to let sleeping dogs lie since she refused his offer to come home. ‘But, getting married to a disgusting man like Marcel? That was the height of it. She just couldn't take it!’ She knew there was no way she would be able to develop her bond with the only family she had left, because he was way too rigid and unreasonable, trying to force her into doing things she didn't like. He was like a perfectionist while expecting the same of her, and never failed to remind her that he was the reason she had a reputable life now. That she owed all her wealth and fame to him. ‘Was that how he treated her when she had not lost her memories yet? Controlling her? How was she even able to live with him?’ Zoe scoffed in anger as she stormed out of his house angrily,
Zoe stepped out of her sleek black car in the underground parking lot of the Meyer mansion, already dressed in a white shirt that was neatly tucked into black custom-made pants, and complemented with a luxurious black waistcoat. Her footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway of the mansion since it was six at dawn, even if she could already hear the endless buzzing of the maids, cleaning every corner in the house as usual, with probably something musing to talk about while time passed. Her mind and head were stormed with choking thoughts and emotions because of so many questions she needed answers to, which had been amplified by the unsettling visit to her grandfather’s house and the strange woman too. She had promised herself not to overthink or worry about useless things, but it seemed as if she could not help but grasp her thoughts at every moment she realized that her world was too dark without any light of truth. She had spent the night at a private bar and tried to drown her anx
Zoe stepped out of her sleek red car that pulled in front of ANCLAIR imposing building, as the morning sun radiated against its polished surface and cast an eye-blinding reflection to those who cared to look. She stood like a regal figure as soon as she was greeted by the employees who were waiting outside to welcome her already, her impeccable three-piece, exuding sophistication and timeless elegance. As she proceeded through the revolving door into the lobby which was full of the usual busy activities of the morning, behind her was Gary, in his perfect suit, and the others, walking behind her like an army. Hush fell into the room the moment she sauntered past the marbled-floor lobby, the click of her heels echoing in the silence, as employees paused mid-conversation, their eyes widening as they caught sight of the daunting lady who was making her way into the elevator. As the doors of the elevator slid open with a soft chime, Zoe stepped inside together with Gary and the doors
As the thought of Malcolm came to her mind, Zoe’s mind could not help but flash back to what he had told her that morning before she left the house. It was when he gazed at her with some kind of expression that conflicted her. “Zoe,” he called her as if his breath had seized from him, his eyes twitching with something she thought seemed like sadness. “Do you think that you can leave this family now? And be away from everyone? Finally? Don't try to know anymore and just break off?” His voice carried a hint of something that sounded like weariness which she wasn't sure of, because Malcolm Meyer was not the type to express such emotions. “What do you mean?” her eyebrows raised with surprise, her questioning eyes searching him with curiosity to know what he meant by those words. “Nothing,” a smile she knew was not genuine curved his lips, as he slowly brushed a strand of hair from her face and tucked it gently behind her right ear, “I… I probably was too eager to hear if you would st
Zoe arrived at the discreet golf course in the evening after she clocked out of the company a little earlier than usual, as she spotted her friend, Martin, waiting by the golf tee, looking all fit and fine in his golf outfit. He waved the moment his head turned right, and he saw her, a smile curving his lips with delight. “Hey, Zoe,” he called out, still smiling, as they both hugged briefly and shook hands smoothly, “How have you been?” His eyes peered at her with admiration. “Hi, Martin,” a brilliant smile stretched Zoe's lips, as she adjusted her cap and the golf outfit she had asked Zara to order for her less than an hour ago, after he asked to meet there, “I have been great. Trust you have been too.”“Absolutely,” Martin responded, handing her a golf club, “Let us make this a good game,” he winked at her.The two made their way to a further place in the large field away from the eyesight of the few people that were around, till they got to what looked like a perfect spot for the
Martin's eyes took a haunted look, as he stood unblinkingly trying to process what he had just heard, before turning to stare at her with shock, “Your fiancé?” Blood drained from his face at that unexpected revelation, “Zoe are you serious?” there was urgency in the way he spoke. “She nodded, her gaze steady, “Yes, Martin. I truly am.”Martin shook his head as his stomach contracted into a tight ball, “But...how?” His voice failed him miserably, as he couldn't mask the deep disappointment he felt at that moment. He was suddenly confused. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know how Malcolm Meyer of all men would be her fiancé.‘Where did they meet? How? Since when have they been together? And why was it even a man like him? How was that even possible?!’ Martin's mind was stormed with different questions, his brain battling to process the numerous rhetorical questions one after another. He truly hoped it would not be true. He wanted to ask if she was sure he was truly her fiancé,