After the class ended for that day, I received a message from Sir Alexander including the address where Zach was staying. I stopped, my eyes widening. It's far from here, and I need to take a three-hour trip. Then I continued walking, pulling the letter from my shoulder bag that Sir Alexander had handed me yesterday before leaving the mansion. Letter that I should give to the dean of the college of business. "Ren!" I heard Grace's voice behind me. And it's been a week since Evan has not joined Grace and Lucia. I understand why, when he knew about Grace and Aldridge's relationship, things changed, he stayed away, and I feel sorry for him. Sometimes we ran into each other, and he only smiled. I tried to talk to him, but he always makes excuses that he is busy. Grace was naive enough not to see what Evan was doing and only believed his lie that he was busy when, in fact, he was not. Except for me and Lucia, who knew why. I faced her with a smile on my face. Every day, I see her cheer
I watched him sleep on the couch after tending his wounded hand. My shirt had some smudges of blood after he hugged me. He was intoxicated and did not know what he was doing; he did not even feel the pain in his wound. A cut from the broken glass. Did he plan to kill himself by losing his blood? I sighed in frustration, and my gaze narrowed on him. He was sleeping on the side, sounding like a child, and still holding my hand. We would have talked unless he was sober, which he wasn't. How many alcoholic drinks did he consume? I brushed away the hair from his forehead, and he sniffed the alcohol, smoke, and vomit from him. I wrinkled my nose, and placed his hand on the side. Where did he put his things? Someone might think I murdered someone for wearing this shirt. I first cleaned the mess in the living room before looking at the kitchen, which was almost full of alcohol. Is he serious about consuming it all? Until when? I didn't see any food or anything to eat. I sighed, palming m
I sat at the table while waiting for my order. Up until now, I have not answered his call. He was persistent, and I didn't want to talk to him or hear what he had to say. My phone buzzed, and I stared at it. He was calling again. I put the phone screen down on the table and tapped my fingers to the rhythm. He's not bothering me. There aren't many people inside since it's past twelve. Until the food came, and I devoured it. I noticed someone staring at me from behind and turned to face them. But I didn't notice anything except for the passersby outside. I continued eating until I finished. I went to the fabric and craft store to buy fabrics for the design I will submit next week. When I bought what I wanted, I went out, but I noticed the woman who looked at me coming inside. I glanced at her as she was walking towards the counter and talking to the cashier, who also glanced at me. My phone pinged a message, and I looked at it. From Zach, telling me I should come back. I stopped a
How can I not respond when my body responds on its own? The taste of his lips was something I should not have tasted, and I won't be here in this position. My mind doesn't work properly, and I wanted more. He's a good kisser because he makes me want something I've never felt for Blake, even though my heart was in turmoil. He was like a sin, letting me fall into its wrongdoing. I wasn't Cairen, and she doesn't like him. Yet, all my rational thinking goes against me. I let my feelings go on their own, freeing myself for this moment. My arms were wrapped around his neck as I tasted him more and more. I felt his warmth and his heart beating against me. His hand supported my head and my back. When it all ends, can I fade away? "Will you stay?" he asked, his arms encircling my waist, his head at my neck, and his warm breath tickling my skin. I stared at the ceiling of the room as we lay on the soft bed. How long have we been lying here? The kiss did not end in the kitchen but in this b
The warmth was comfortable, and as I moved closer, my back touched a hard chest. I sensed the calm movement of his breathing as I inhaled his faint scent, and realized his arm encircled my waist with his other leg between mine while the other rested on my right leg. We were sharing a blanket.I opened my eyes, not moving my body except for my head to look at him. His eyes were closed while his other arm was on my pillow.How did we end up like this? I can't move, I'm sure he'll wake up if I do that. I turned my head, and my gaze moved to his slightly longer hair, hiding some of his handsome face. I lifted my hand and parted it.If I wake up and see this face every day, I will never get bored. I can watch him sleep, but thinking about it was weird.I never thought like this with Blake, although he was always the one doing it to me, which is strange sometimes. He always wakes me up with a shake and teases me about how I was sleeping just to make me laugh.Although we didn't share a bed u
I watched him as he continued painting. He was skilled as his hand moved on the canvas and the palette, and his handsome face was serious, concentrating on what he was doing. Then I stared back at the mini canvas in my hand, remembering how he had urged me a while ago to try painting because it was relaxing. But all I did was glance at it, not knowing what to draw. I was sitting on the gray beanbag chair a few steps away from him. "Did you create something?" Zach asked out of the blue, glancing at his side. I pouted, grabbing the paint brush. "No, I am still thinking. It's not relaxing, Zach, it's pressuring me.” He laughed softly. "Why don't you draw a butterfly? Try that way." "You know I am terrible at this, but I try," I said. A butterfly, hmmm... I formed the butterfly I wanted and imagined myself as if I were just creating a design for my clothes. When I was satisfied with my sketch using the black paint, I let it dry. Later, I asked Zach if Aldridge ever found where my p
I don't know what to say to his question. I remained silent as we hugged each other. If only I could like him as I am. But I can't; I was doing this for Grandma and Cairen's sake. I will not let myself completely fall for him. I have a plan for life after this marriage, and I will forget him along with my feelings. But I will enjoy and cherish every moment I have with him. I looked at the finished portrait painting. And he had finished it in two days. My hand touched the dried paint of my image. I had no intention of painting him, but he insisted after he finished the portrait of his grandfather. "It's so beautiful," I said breathlessly. Then turned my head to look at Zach at my side. I thought he was staring at the portrait, but to me it was his beautiful smile. "You are beautiful," he muttered, snatching my breath away. The only thing I could do was wish for something impossible. "Thank you for this. But I can't take it." I returned it to the painting stand. Because seeing myse
I was pacing back and forth in the room while I bit my lower lip. What should I do? Zach had told me last night that I was expected to attend the launch of the CZ record company next month.And he was expecting me to perform. My hand went cold, and I lost the ability to make excuses.What should I do? I'm not Cairen. I tried to call Grandma, but she wasn't answering my calls. I became more and more worried about why she didn't answer my texts or even my calls anymore.Then I stopped and looked at the full-body mirror. My face was very pale, and my heart was beating restlessly. I think I'm going to have a heart attack.What will I do? I looked at my suitcase on the side of the bed. What choice do I have? There are many reasons why I can't leave. Iffin.I hate you for making this hard for me. I sat on the bed with tears in my eyes and contacted Mikaella.She immediately answered my video call. I always saw her online; does she have nothing to do in life? "Hello, Mika, do you know how Gra