The words that kept going back and forth in my mind were what happened? The man who called did not say what the reason was, just that I needed to be there.I am expecting Zach in a critical condition and was lying in an ICU bed. I was walking hastily to the room where Zach was told by the nurse at the counter with my pounding heart and clammy hand. I knocked on the door, and I heard Zach's voice."Cairen? Is that you?" he asked, making sure it was me."It's me, Zach," I answered."Good you are here," he said with relief, and I opened the door. I saw him sitting on the bed, eating an orange with his left leg in a plaster cast and some bruises on his face and arms."What happened?" I closed the door and looked around the room and settled on his broken leg."Accident happened," he simply said as though it was a normal circumstance for him. He ate three pieces of orange. "Want some? Carter gave me some fruits, even Keron and Salver.”I stepped closer to him and moved his broken leg. He cur
I slipped out of the room and into the hallway, my heart still pounding from the close call. Thank goodness Mikaella called me at that moment. I didn't want to be there when Isabella and Zach woke up; they might start asking me questions about high school that I didn't know the answers to. I answered Mikaella's call, relieved to hear her voice. "Why do you call, Mika?" I asked. "Did you go to Paris last week?" she asked. "No, why?" I replied, curious. "I just thought I saw you," Mikaella explained. "I called out to you, but you didn't turn around. Maybe it was someone who looks like you," she chuckled. I grinned in response. "I'm sure that's what it was," I said. "Although I feel sorry for the poor woman you called by my name. She must have been so confused." Mikaella laughed, and for a moment, I forgot about the awkward situation back in the room. It was good to have a friend who could always make me smile. ‘I do feel embarrassed now. Anyway, I had some dresses that suit you, R
As the taxi approached my house, I let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Zach had decided to stay at the hospital. If he had died due to complications from his broken leg, caused by his stubbornness, I would have had to marry Giovanni for the sake of the Verdan family. The thought of being stuck in a loveless marriage with Giovanni made my stomach churn. I couldn't let that happen, so I prayed that Zach would listen to his doctor and get better soon. My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was my mother calling. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should answer or just let it go to voicemail. Finally, I decided to answer. "Hello, Mom?" I said. "Who is the guest? My friend? What foreign visitor? I'm almost home." My mother's response only confused me more. She spoke in her usual cryptic way, asking about a foreign visitor without mentioning any names. I furrowed my brow, trying to figure out which of my friends might have come to visit
After giving careful consideration to his locked apartment door, I pressed the doorbell firmly. What are you thinking, Zach? I clamped my jaw tight. How did he get the doctor's okay for an early discharge? I can't believe he went home.The door opened just as I was about to press another ring. I first assumed Zach would open the door with his crutches. If Zach can able to use his crutches. But it was Aldridge, the one who opened the door.He appeared to have recently showered, dressed in a white T-shirt and shorts with a towel draped over his neck. When he saw me outside, he looked utterly taken aback.His honey-brown eyes swept from me to Zach, who was watching TV with his fractured leg propped up on three pillows on the couch."Hi!" Aldridge said it with worry in his voice. He took my presence here by surprise.I walked in without saying a word to him. After I made eye contact with Aldridge, he stepped aside so I could get inside. He saw that my mood was not good just now. Perhaps he
I glance at Zach. Maybe he knew why we were having this conversation, and I thought it was about the marriage.It just felt right. I hope I'm wrong, but I'm not sure why I'm not feeling well. Zach looked intently at his grandfather. He was probably waiting to hear what he had to say."Miss Verdan," his grandfather said, and I turned to face him. "I know you're wondering why we need to talk right now. It is about the marriage between you two."That's exactly how I feel!"I paid Elise a visit and spoke with her three days ago. We had not explained the marriage exchange to any of you," he continued. "In the settlement, I had provided. This marriage freed Verdan from the debt of Anthony, your grandfather, Miss Verdan. This will include the family lands and estate owned by your grandfather's family. It will be given back to your family. This marriage should not have fallen on the two of you, but because Sebastian, your father, Miss Verdan, did not commit to the settlement and married your m
After the lunch with Zach, his grandfather, and Aldridge, the browbeat, I was standing on the balcony along with Zach's grandfather. He was holding a glass filled with wine.He wanted to have a chat with me, and I couldn't help but wonder what we were going to talk about.The view of the ocean far away was breathtaking, along with the faraway land that seemed like a mountain. And from this distance, I could smell the salty sea air. I feel like I wanted to go to the sea, forgetting about the wedding that hurled itself into my life.My plan does not go as well, and my last bargain will not happen. The reaction of Grace scared me once she knew I was getting married to Zach. The person she was hopelessly in love with. Was it love? Or deeper feelings then."I know you are shocked at how soon the wedding is coming, Miss Verdan. If it's my decision, then it will be next week as soon as possible, but Elise talked about why not a month, and I decided to do two months," he began, and he sipped t
"Will you be staying in the city for that long?" my mother asked, her tone indicating her dissatisfaction. I had not intended to stay for a month, but Zach's accident changed my plans. "Zach had an accident and needed my help, Mom. His leg is broken," I confessed, tired of lying. My mother's expression of sadness gave way to shock and concern as she asked, "What happened to him?" I finished washing the sliced cabbage and turned off the faucet before answering, "Broken leg." My mother was at the stove, frying garlic and onions. When I approached the kitchen table and set the bowl down, she looked at me. “Why can't you tell him to stay here? How bad is it?” My mother took the chicken meat and put it in the pot. “Bad as it is, and he did not stay in the hospital as the doctor told him, stubborn he is!” “Zach hated hospitals; you should have known. Did you forget, sweetheart? The trauma it had given him?” I could not look at my mother, and I didn't know anything either. I should have
"Are you fine, Grandma?" That was my first question after answering the call. I was in the room, and I left Zach and my father without telling them why I left so soon. It seemed like a life-and-death situation. 'Yes, sweetie, there's nothing to worry about,’ Grandma said, but I still couldn't be reassured.‘Alexander called me. He has already told you both what we decided. Sorry if I didn't tell you ahead of time. I have something important to do.' "I thought it was another year, Grandma. I hoped for that, but it turns out that it will change," I said sullenly as I couldn't stop myself from letting out my feelings. ‘I forgot to tell you earlier that there is no certainty. Forgive me.' "What's the reason for such a change, Grandma? You know the reason why. Tell me," I said in a conversational voice. The line went silent for a moment, and I thought the call had been disconnected. 'Minds change, sweetie. That's why we see that it's better to make haste of it. Alexander only wants to