His eyes lit up and his throat moved, indicating that he gulped. There was a ghost of a smile on his lips, and I noticed how hard he stopped himself from showing it. I rolled my eyes at him to look at Jared, who was half-smiling at his father."Let's go, baby?" I asked softly. He nodded his head, and without looking back at Ethan, I held Jared's hand as we made our way to the kitchen. I let out a deep sigh of relief when I heard Ethan's footsteps behind me. I am not in the mood to ask him to have dinner with us, and I am glad he still followed us.Our personal maid cooked a buffalo and buttered shrimp. At this time, she must be in the quarter's maid, sleeping. This is one of our agreements: once she is done with her work, she can go back to their quarters and take a rest. She shares the same quarters with securities and households.There were two plates on the table, and the dishes were well prepared on them. I cleared my throat and forced myself up to get another plate for Ethan, who
I said those words without stuttering, like I had always wanted them to come out of my mouth, and when given the chance, I took them seriously and effectively. However, I cannot forget the reaction from his eyes before I went up to my room. The sadness, remorse, and begging were there. And I cannot do anything but let him feel those feelings.Rolling over and over again on my bed for the nth time now, I frowned and decided to sit down. It's been an hour now since I left him there in the kitchen, and I had always been thinking about him, wondering if he was able to find a room in the guestrooms or not. Or if he was comfortable sleeping in those?I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes tightly. Okay, Pennelope! He's already of age, okay? He can do it all on his own!I nodded and tried to think that over and over again until I fell over asleep after two hours of thinking about a man who wants to enter my heart again but is not allowed to do so.The next morning, I woke up smelling someth
He looked grumpy and serious in the morning, like always. Whenever his brows furrowed and his eyes serious, I couldn't help but remember Ethan to him. They have the same eyes, and most of his features were copied from Ethan, so it is easy to identify that they were father and son. "Good morning, my baby!" I happily said, burying the conversation I had with Ethan. Ethan, though, remained standing behind my back while I kneeled down on the floor to level Jared's serious face. For a moment, a memory flashed in my mind—a picture of me kneeling down a cold grass while begging Ethan to stay in my life. But he didn't. He chose Elyse over me, over his wife.I shook my head as I tried to shrug off the thoughts running through my mind.Jared didn't answer; instead, he enveloped his little arms around my neck and hugged me for a minute. When he pulled out for a hug, he smiled at me. I chuckled and caressed his ruly hair. This is our routine every day; he will hug me after he wakes up, and as if
He smirked at me, deadly. He stood up from my swivel chair, putting both hands on the table, leaning a bit, and observing me like I was a comedy show he was having fun watching with."I am glad you still remember my name. It's been five years; I thought you had forgotten me already," he uttered.I remained standing straight in front of him. Not showing him any emotion at all. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but it automatically closed, like even my mouth was afraid of the man in front of me. Who wouldn't, though? The leader of the most powerful and dangerous Mafia in the country is right in front of me, asking me to pay for the times he helped me back then.I have always thought that the company I have built was because of my hard work. And maybe, yes, it was because of my hard work. However, I didn't make it all on my own; Killian helped me in the most dangerous and scariest way to get here.He raised an eyebrow at me. "What? Are you just going to stand there? Won't you give me a w
While I was eating my breakfast, Ethan joined Jared on the sofa. Ethan tried to help Jared sketch something on his sketch pad, but Jared didn't let his father help him nor look at what he was sketching."No! It's a private property of mine. I don't usually share it with any other people, especially strangers. I only like sharing my works with mommy. Not with anyone else," he said continuously.My jaw dropped at the words Jared used. From the look of it, I can see that he didn't realize the words that came out of his mouth. When I took a look at Ethan, I noticed that he was frozen, and the pain in his eyes was visible. He was hurt that his own son... thinks he is a stranger.His eyes remained fixed on watching Jared, but I knew it had stabbed his heart. I really don't understand. A minute ago, they were okay. They both even gave me breakfast! I can't understand why Jared is acting this way. I want to talk to him about this, but I know that this is not the right time. If I am going to t
The scenery was all I was watching. The cold wind blew my hair out of its bun, and a smile escaped from my lips as I tucked my hair behind my ear. I chuckled when Jared ran to the sea while laughing, and Ethan was behind him, running after him. Both of them were wearing their big smiles."Mommy! Let's go here! The water is cold!" Jared shouted, and I couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness. Ethan's eyes went to me, and he smirked at me because he knew I could not say no to Jared. Jared was just wearing his shorts, while Ethan was still wearing all his clothes."Come on, Pen! Come here! Let's swim together!" Ethan called me. I shook my head at the two and turned my back on them. And even though I am not wearing a proper two-piece for this, I still remove my clothes so that I can attend to Ethan and Jared at the sea.I first removed my white long sleeves, revealing my black brassiere. The next one was my skirt, only to reveal my black underwear. My cheeks burned as I turned around. Jar
I was silent throughout the waiting; my hands were on my face, covering it as I sighed deeply multiple times. I smiled sadly at myself. This is supposed to be a vacation; they prepared it for me, and we were supposed to enjoy and be happy, and yet here I am, messing up with their lives.Am I really the one who is messing up his life? Or is it the other way around?I huffed and stood up when I heard Ethan's footsteps on the stairs. His eyes were bloodshot and tired, his lips were in a thin line, and his brows were furrowed."Are you cold?" he asked, his eyes going down to my terno satin spaghetti strap and pajamas. He stopped when he was in front of me, observing me calmly even though his eyes were screaming of remorse, pain, and tiredness.If he is already tired, why doesn't he stop?I don't know why, but something pinched my heart when I thought of Ethan stopping from chasing us. I hate him, yes. I don't want to take him back anymore, yes. But... There is a part of me that doesn't wa
I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face. I closed my eyes tightly as what happened last night came to my mind. Did it really happen? Oh God! I lifted my hand and touched my lips with my index finger, reminiscing about the kiss I shared with Ethan. So it really happened, huh?I sighed deeply and smiled to myself as I covered my face with the pillow and screamed so loudly. The sheets on my bed smelled nicely, and I don't know if I am just addicted to Ethan but they also smelled like him. I stood up from my bed with a big smile on myself."Calm yourself down, Pennelope. Don't look too happy, alright? Just act normal like you are not affected by the kisses last night," I told myself as I faced the mirror while combing my hair. I had just finished bathing myself, and wearing a white shirt and black short shorts, I walked to Jared's room to check if he's already awake.I opened the door carefully as I sneeked inside. I sighed when I saw him still sleeping peacefully on the bed. I