"Why... you're so beautiful," Demi said to her. (OMG! He's going to kiss me! What should I do? What?) "Ouch!" she cried out. Demi stopped in his tracks. "Why? What happened?" "My—my waist hurts!" she replied. He helped her stand up. "Where?" "Here," she pointed to her side. "I'm taking you to the hospital!" he said, panicking. "Wait! I'll call—" "No! Don't. Maybe it's just a pinched nerve," she said. "I'll just go to my room; I might need to stretch it out." She quickly ran to her room, eager to escape the awkward situation. Her heart is pounding like there's a drum inside. She quickly shut the door and leaned against it. "Oh my God, that was so embarrassing..." ********** "Demi, calm down!" he said to himself. "She's young, don't ruin her future," he muttered, glancing at the door the girl had entered. "Why does she have to be so beautiful," he chuckled to himself, talking aloud. "Come on, Demi, get it together. This is embarrassing," he said, shaking his
"Are we riding those?" she asked in surprise upon seeing the row of horses. "Yes, so we can tour the mango orchard more easily. If we walk, you might not even get halfway today," Demi answered her. "Which one should I ride?" she asked. "Senyorita, ride with me. I'll be your guide," Caleb said with a smile. "Hey, ride with me instead," Clark said, "He drives too fast." "Shame on you two," Olga scolded, "of course, the senyorito will be the one to accompany her because he's her husband." "You're jealous again," Caleb teased Olga, "don't worry, you're still the one in my heart." "Don't get too interested in my wife," Demi said, shaking his head. "She'll ride with me." "Come on, sir," Caleb said, scratching his head. "I'm not going to fall off, right?" she asked her husband worriedly. "No, you won't. I'll seat you in the front if you're really scared," Demi replied, smiling at her. "Won't it run too fast?" she asked, still worried. She was scared to ride these kinds
Maine's eyes widened in admiration as she took in the charming little villa that Demi had prepared for their lunch. The table was adorned with a simple yet elegant spread of food, a testament to the care and attention to detail that Demi had put into the meal. "Wow, Demi, this looks amazing!" Maine exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine appreciation as she took a seat at the table. Demi smiled warmly, pleased by her reaction. "I'm glad you like it, Maine. I wanted to create a special setting for our lunch today," he explained, taking a seat across from her. Maine nodded, feeling touched by his thoughtfulness. "It's perfect," she replied, reaching out to take his hand in hers. As they began to enjoy their meal, Maine couldn't help but marvel at the delicious flavors and textures of the food. Each dish was expertly prepared, showcasing the culinary skills of their dedicated kitchen staff. "This is incredible, Demi," Maine remarked between bites, savoring the taste of the foo
"Thank God! Are you okay?" Demi asked, concern etched on his face as Maine opened her eyes. Maine had fainted while they were riding the horse, likely frightened when Demi had made the horse run faster. Fortunately, he had been holding her around the waist. He had noticed her unconscious state when the horse slowed down, and he quickly brought her to the villa. The helpers were there, waiting. They assisted in getting Maine off the horse and into the small villa. Demi was worried about her condition, noting her rapid heartbeat, which probably caused her to faint. "W-what happened to me?" she asked. "You fainted while we were riding the horse. I think you got scared when I made the horse run faster," he replied. Holding her head, Maine slowly sat up. Demi helped her, "So—it was just a dream that we ate?" she asked. "We haven't eaten yet because you fainted, but it's only been about ten minutes," he said with a smile. "How do you feel? Do you want me to call a doctor?" "No—I'm fi
After their pleasant stay in the villa, Demi and Maine prepared for their trip back to Manila. Maine needed to enroll for the second semester, and Demi had already taken care of all the necessary arrangements to ensure a smooth process. As they packed their belongings, Demi turned to Maine with a reassuring smile. "Are you ready to head back to Manila and get started with your enrollment?" Maine nodded, her excitement evident. "Yes, I’m ready. Thank you for handling all the preparations. I can't wait to get back and continue my studies." Demi loaded their bags into the car and they began their journey. As they drove, they discussed Maine's plans for the upcoming semester. "I'm looking forward to this new semester," Maine said. "I want to focus on my studies and make sure I do well." Demi glanced at her with a supportive smile. "I have no doubt you'll do great. You have the dedication and the passion to succeed."Demi and Maine headed to the airport to catch their flight to M
They would be staying for several months because her husband also had a conference at the office. This was her chance to explore. The next day, Demi invited her to the mall to buy what she needed for her studies. "Should you just bring a tablet? Or a laptop?" he asked her. She remembered that she had given her laptop to Dylan. "What do you think? Which is better?" she asked, unable to decide. "Let's buy both," he said with a laugh. "Oh, that's too much," she replied shyly. "It's my bonus for you, for agreeing to be my wife," Demi said with a smile. They went to a gadget store. As soon as they entered, many of the female staff immediately attended to her husband, completely ignoring her. "My wife is the one who needs the gadget," Demi told them. The staff then turned their attention to her. "She's your wife, sir? I thought she was your sister," one of the sales associates remarked. "Yes, I'm his wife," she said, holding the man's arm. "Let's just move to another s
Maine hurried through the wide restaurant and went to the rest room. Lost in her thoughts, she rounded a corner and collided with someone, her heart leaping into her throat. "Sorry, I didn't see you," Maine muttered, her gaze fixed on the ground as she hastily sidestepped the person she had bumped into. But as she glanced up, her breath caught in her throat, and her heart seemed to stop. It was Dylan. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Maine stared at her ex-boyfriend, her mind racing with a flurry of emotions. Memories flooded back – the laughter, the tears, the moments of joy and heartache they had shared together. She felt a pang of nostalgia mixed with a tinge of regret as she realized how much had changed since they had parted ways. She thought she forget everything, but it seems that she was not moved on. Dylan's expression mirrored her own turmoil, his eyes wide with surprise as he took in Mia's presence. For a brief moment, neither of them spoke, the air thick
"Have you chosen anything yet?" Maine asked, forcing a smile to ease the tension she felt. "You choose," Demi replied listlessly, handing her the menu without even looking at her. Maine took the menu, her heart sinking a little at Demi's indifferent tone. She glanced at the list of dishes, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't help but feel a knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. She knew Demi had noticed her earlier encounter with Dylan, and it seemed to have affected him more than he let on. "Why do you seem out of sorts?" Maine asked, trying to keep her voice calm. Demi remained silent, his gaze fixed on the table. Maine felt a pang of frustration mixed with concern. She wanted to reach out, to explain everything, but she didn't know how to start. "Demi, is this because of my conversation with Dylan?" she began, her voice trembling slightly. "We just bumped into each other, and we only talked briefly. There's nothing more to it." Demi finally looked up at her, his eye