Desiree hesitated. If she told him that she hadn’t believed that it was him, he would take it as her still having confidence in him. “That’s what everyone thought.” She said instead. Gerald pursed his lips, knowing he couldn’t fault her. Somehow, someone had started these rumors and fake reports t
True to Gerald’s words, the reporters were still around, waiting to barrage Desiree with questions. Thankfully, Hugo was there to ward them off until she was securely in the car. She spent the ride to the hospital lost in thought, recalling everything that had happened in the past thirty minutes or
‘Are you really sure they’re bullshit?’ a mocking voice in her head asked, and it sounded eerily like Gerald’s voice. Desiree scowled. ‘Of course, they are.’ She responded to the voice in her head, convincing herself that that moment where Gerald and she had stared into each other’s eyes for too lo
Two weeks later: "Dad, what are you doing?" Desiree questioned in disbelief as she watched her father approach with a board game of Go in his left hand while his right hand held onto his walking stick. Her father had been released a little over a week ago after spending five days in the hospital.
“Should we go, sir?” Jose Luiz asked after his boss entered the backseat of the car. “Yes, Luiz. Please drive,” Gerald answered, and Jose began doing as told. Gerald was giddy with both excitement and uncertainty; excitement because he was finally going to see Desiree again after two weeks, and un
“Hello, Gerald. I’m glad you could make it,” Desiree said. There was something about the way she spoke that made him freeze. Yes, she was smiling at him, but despite the smile and her welcoming words, the look in her eyes was nothing but coldness as she stared at him. What the hell? “I really adm
A frown marred Gerald’s face at the recollection Rafael had just brought. “Jacob Cullen?” Rafael nodded, still scanning Liam. “Yeah.” “Who? The guy who ran off crying after Gerald told him to man up and stop acting like a defenseless wimp?” Damian questioned. Gerald winced as he remembered one of
“What?” Gerald stared at Desiree in bewilderment. “What are you talking about? That is not true.” “Of course it is.” Desiree snorted. “How hard did you laugh at me, Gerald? You probably thought, ‘Oh, this stupid girl will keep falling for my games no matter how many times she swears she won’t fall