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Darcy couldn’t stand the pressure while he waited for Chris and Eric to update Marcus. He started pacing through the room as he imagined the worst-case scenario where Marcus denied him and refused to accept him. He pulled off his tie as he found it difficult to breathe. He pulled open his top buttons as he paced; he pulled his hair as he threaded it with his hands in despair. He tried calming himself by taking deep breaths, but the truth was, none of this was helping his nerves. He stared anxiously at the door. Finally, as he saw the handle of the door turning, he assumed it was either Chris or Eric who came to update him and rushed towards the door. Embarrassingly, for Darcy, it was neither Chris nor Eric. The scene that entered Marcus’s eyes was an unkempt Darcy rushing forward like a madman. Darcy’s steps paused as he saw the face of the person who opened the door. His face changed like a colour palette before finally losing all colour and lowering his head in depression. Darcy s
The next two days passed in the blink of an eye and Chris returned while Emile concentrated on her work. She was especially enthusiastic as the end was in sight. Although she was in rush to finish, the quality of her work didn’t slack in the slightest. She took in all the feedback that Raphael gave and improved her work without any complaints. She knew Chris wouldn’t come this week as he had a client meeting overseas. She asked him to pay a visit to her family since it was in their home country. This didn’t seem to have any impact on Chris’s grand scheme as in the eyes of the whole world, Chris would travel a few hours every weekend to go to the Burke residence. Chris wanted his father to accompany him on this trip as they were planning to dig closer to home to check the root of Darcy’s misery. There were some things that were more convenient for Adam to check. Grandpa Walter didn’t want to fallout completely with Adam and his family; as soon as he came to know that Adam was coming
Sheryl rushed over the next day to the Walter ancestral home knowing that Adam was staying at home. She knew that both Chris and Adam came over for the same meeting. The Walters were all gathered in the dining hall for breakfast; the butler invited her to join the family for breakfast as instructed by his master. “Miss Shelby is here” The butler announced as he ushered her in and pulled a chair for her close to Silas. Sheryl smiled politely, greeting each member of the family before sitting down next to Silas. She would have loved to take the seat next to Chris, but she was engaged to Silas and the butler had already pulled the chair for her hinting her position. Chris didn't have to come for breakfast, but still came over as he anticipated that they were planning to ambush his father with a victim act. Even though he knew that his father wouldn't suffer a loss, he couldn't help wanting to come and watch the show in person. “My dear child, I rarely get to see you these days…” Senio
Emile’s side wasn’t without her fair share of excitement, although Emile was depressed for the first two days after Chris left especially since she knew that he wouldn’t coming this week. She just pretended to be strong in front of him as she didn’t want him to feel any guiltier than he was already feeling. She put all her energy into the assignments that Raphael gave her since the earlier she finished, the earlier she could go home, to be with her beloved husband. She had to admit that even though she was married twice and even though both times she married the men she really loved, the feeling was different. It was really different to be in a marriage where she was loved and cherished. With Chris, she could be herself, be spoiled, be unreasonable and yet no matter which version of herself she was……. She was still loved and cherished and treasured as the most priced possession by him. On the third day after Chris’s departure, Raphael’s men bought news. From all the investigation th
“Now that you know everything, what do you plan to do?” Emile asked cautiously. She didn’t know what choice Grace would make. 20 years was a long time; she didn’t know Grace’s attitude towards Darcy. Would she resent him? Would she be able to forgive him for not finding her sooner? “Huh?” Grace raised her head to look at Emile in confusion. She had never anticipated to have a day like today…. let alone be asked this question or more accurately have to answer this question. “I am not here to take you back.” Emile shrugged as she winked mischievously “I just wanted to see the woman my husband admires, regrets not having as his sister-in-law.” “And to see the woman who stole second brother-in-law’s soul.” Emile giggled without giving Grace any face. Grace “” “Jokes aside” Emile’s stopped joking after mucking around “I have told you everything I know. But that does not place me on a moral high ground to be judge and executioner. I only know hearsay of one side of the story.” “My gran
Two days later, Grace bid farewell to her team and set off with Emile. She had no idea what to expect but she didn’t want to miss it if there was a chance. She had missed 20 years; she didn’t want to miss another 20 years. Raphael had no idea what two women who had never met had to talk about; from the time they met they had been chatting non-stop. They had just stopped chatting but that was only because Emile who was pregnant and had fallen asleep in the middle of a conversation. Luckily, Grace didn’t take any offence; she only shrugged, smiling helplessly as she called a flight attendant to get a blanket to cover Emile. Emile was still sleeping when they touched down 17 hours later. Anne and Dolly took on the task of waking her after Grace failed miserably. Emile sat on the flight with a pout as she hadn’t slept enough. However, she soon changed her expression into a sweet smile as she saw Grace looking at her with an amused smile. “Ha…. ha…ha…” Raphael laughed loudly without givi
Grace was settled in comfortably in one of the apartments in the East Wing of the Dupont estate along with Emile. Danos was very efficient; everything that Grace needed was set in the room even before they landed in Paris. Setting into Paris time wasn’t hard as they reached back by late afternoon, and everyone slept through the night and woke up naturally the next day. Emile and Raphael spent the morning finalizing the last few designs before organizing the meeting with Laura, the le couturier, by the end of next week. If everything went according to plan, once the meeting was over, Emile could go back to be with Chris. The next steps didn’t need her to be here. She could liaise with Laura remotely. Her physical presence was only required during the fashion exhibition week. Emile worked as though she was injected with fresh blood. She didn’t feel tired, nor did she feel like she needed a break. Emile felt as though she had met her muse; ideas flowed without any inhibition, all she n
Grace’s curiosity was left unsatisfied as not only couldn’t she see anything from her window, but there was also not even a sound to calm her curiosity. The sound of the car entering the estate seemed to have been a figment of her imagination. Grace sighed wondering if she really imagined the sound of the car as she drew the curtains back and went back to her work. Grace couldn’t be blamed as once the car entered the gates, the view to the winding path down to the front door was obscured by the ornamental pear trees that were lining the path. Neither were there any disturbances at the front door. How could poor Grace know that Danos was waiting at the front door awaiting the arrival of the car that had just entered the estate? It had become routine for them after 3 months; Chris would arrive like clockwork. Everyone silently dispersed to their rooms to catch up on what sleep they could catch up on before the world was lit up again. Chris moved swiftly and quietly as he entered the r