The next morning Blakely wakes up with a big disaster. She couldn't move from her bed. She lay on her back staring at the ceiling of her very clean room. Her eyes blinked repeatedly. She wanted to roll to the right, but that required more effort to do. What she thought was fine, turned out to be not at all.This morning she woke up feeling very sick. Her entire body, from her neck to her calves, was in excruciating pain. She couldn't move and was gasping for breath from the unbearable pain. Last night before going to bed she had taken the medicines given by the doctor. Previously she had been told that her body might be sick the next day and she was advised to rest immediately. But yesterday she had too much work to do. Rebecca's death and all sorts of emotions churning through her heart made her oblivious to her weak physical condition. And now she felt as weak as a decrepit old woman. She couldn't move her legs or arms to help her roll. She just stared blankly at the ceilin
Nickson turned around quickly. He didn't know since when Arthur had been standing in the doorway of his room, rubbing his half-closed eyes. Pajamas depicting astronauts and spaceships look wrinkled on his body. His copper hair, which was the same color as his, looked very messy, like a tangled palm broom."Why are you up so early? Can not sleep?"Nickson walked over to his son after he was done with the cuffs of his shirt. His tie was not properly attached and was still hanging from the collar of his shirt and dangling around his tough chest muscles."No Mommy was with me last night. Grandma can't read stories like Mommy."Something else he needed to deal with after Rebecca's death, Nickson thought grimly. Children are always the most difficult party to deal with these kinds of things. That's because they live with the thought that as long as they are young and unmarried, they are still under the responsibility of their parents. And as long as their paren
"Thanks for coming and being willing to look after Arthur today, Blakely."“No problem, Mrs. Hulya. I love looking after Arthur. He's a very adorable and smart boy."Blakely arrived around eight-thirty at Nickson's in an Uber. She still hasn't gotten a new car and her insurance is in the works. The reason she was late from the time she promised Mrs. Hulya was that she had to come to the police station and deal with all sorts of tedious red tape. She was even asked to testify in court two weeks later to determine the sentence the reckless truck driver would receive. And since it was the driver who had made a mistake, she would get compensation money from the company that hired the driver. It's just that everything requires a process. She was asked to complete various kinds of documents required by the company to withdraw the money. Blakely was annoyed with all the bureaucracy that made it so difficult for her. If only she didn't need a new car, she wouldn't care a
He watched her leave from the gap in the curtain that he pulled aside and formed a small slit the size of one of his eyes. He wasn't going to risk her knowing that he was watching her from behind the closed window of his house. He had been a complete fool for thinking it would be nice to kick her away, but he wasn't. When he saw the sadness on her face, his heart sank and beat fast. He is like a devil who is very evil because he has torn her heart. And what did he just witness? Her shoulders shook before she got into the taxi and slammed the door shut. Is she crying? Was she sad after I kicked her out? Nickson was feeling ridiculous now. His feet were still glued to the front window of his house and he was observing the empty street that stretched out in front of his house. The taxi had just left, but Nickson could still see Blakely's frail figure up ahead, crying with shaking shoulders. Yeah, he's probably crazy! With a huff, he backed away and headed for the kitchen. He wanted to
"Antonio! I was really surprised to find you at my door.” "Morning. Thank goodness you're awake." "Oh I'm sorry, my clothes are inappropriate to greet you." "There's no need to be shy, Blakely. It was my fault for coming so early. By the way, I brought breakfast. Waffles, croissantwich, classic staples, donuts, pancakes with bacon and maple syrup, whatever you want Blakely.” Blakely widened her eyes in surprise and laughed when she saw the large paper bag that Antonio was carrying. "That's a lot, Antoni. I'm not sure I can finish it all." "Well, I don't know your favorite breakfast. Besides you're a chef, I'm a bit confused to bring food for someone who is used to cooking her food.” Antonio's jokes made Blakely laugh out loud. For a moment she forgot all her sadness this morning and the condition of her body was still a little sore. This man was exactly what she needed in the morning. “I ate pancakes and bacon. Come in.
By about five-thirty Blakely was ready at her restaurant. She looked stunning in a sleeveless knee-length dress, her shoulder-length hair was flowing down and decorated with a silver butterfly hair clip. It was a gift from an old friend when she was still studying culinary arts. Today she wants to bring all the positive energy she had when she was still studying culinary arts. Even though the little gauze was still on her forehead—which served as a daily reminder that the accident was real, she tried to look as cheerful as possible on this day. She shouldn't mess things up and has to look perfect. "All the dining tables are covered with tablecloths, Tyson?" "Don't worry, Ms. Blakely. Amber and I haven't forgotten a single table. We've put up all the tablecloths in the dining room on the first and second floors." "Good thanks." Blakely smiled in satisfaction. Her eyes moved around the decorations in her restaurant which looked stunning. All the plants
Blakely suddenly appeared while holding Arthur in her right hand. She looked amused and confused at the same time as Nickson who just stood outside her restaurant like a statue. He hadn't moved an inch from where he was standing since she had left him to escort her guests into her restaurant. If Arthur hadn't asked where his Daddy was, she wouldn't have remembered that Nickson was still standing outside her restaurant with an annoyed face. "I didn't get an invite. I don't think I should go inside." "Tsk, don't be ridiculous. I'd like to invite you of course, but after what happened that night, I'm having my doubts. You probably don't want and don't like being here." That's right. I'd rather drown myself in the office with all kinds of documents to read. "I came on mom's orders, she couldn't attend because her community needed her presence for meetings with the church officials where she was a regular donor." "It's ok, I know she's v
“Is that your reaction to welcoming me? You are evil for not inviting me here.” Blakely still couldn't believe this. Axel Howarts at the opening of her restaurant? For God's sake! There was nothing crazier than seeing Axel appear before her. The man was the super busy person she had ever known. Twice she had made an appointment with the man four years ago and three years ago, she had to change her schedule many times just because Axel had other more pressing work because he was under contract with several brands, so he couldn't just ignore them. So it was a miracle that Axel Howarts could show up at her restaurant in Atlanta. Thousands of miles away from New York. "I thought you were busy. Well, welcome to Atlanta." Blakely hugged Axel tightly and warmly. One of her best friends apart from Marry Christin. Axel has helped her a lot to create spectacular dishes during her time at Marry's Steakhouse. His sharp tongue and frequent harsh criticism earned her more sparks to make her co