Blakely found plenty of casseroles on the dining table. She exhaled heavily and immediately moved to clear the dining table from the pile of food. The kind mourners had cooked the meal for Arthur and Nickson. But they wouldn't be able to finish all the rice and casseroles from the mourners. Even if she kept it in the fridge, she wasn't sure Nickson would eat it again for tomorrow, the day after, and next week. These casseroles are plentiful! Blakely barely knows how to get rid of this casserole. In addition, there was still plenty of food on the table in the living room which was reserved for the wake after Rebecca's funeral. So Blakely just wrapped the casseroles in plastic wrap and put them all in Nickson's big fridge. She was grateful that Rebecca didn't store too many ingredients in the refrigerator, so she could fit five casserole pans on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. "Why are you still here?" That voice... Blakely was annoyed that Nickson still remembered to bother h
The silence was annoying in the car. Once again Blakely had to feel the tension in Nickson's car. She turned down his offers many times to be driven home. Calling a taxi or Uber would be the best option at this point rather than being stuck with icy Nickson.But the man growled and insisted. He gestured toward the door to his living room— where there stood Mrs. Hulya, watching them through her reading glasses. In a whisper, Nickson said that his mother was the most stubborn and irresistible woman. Once she wants something, she wants everything to go her way. Including tonight, Hulya wanted Nickson to get Blakely back to her apartment safely. The middle-aged woman loved Blakely after taking a closer look at her personality and didn't want anything bad to happen to her again.Finally, Blakely was forced to get into Nickson's car. She was already feeling nauseous before she stepped into the car imagining the unpleasant things that would happen while driving with Nickson. And what she fea
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