Cesilia didn't expect everything to go smoothly like this. At the very least, she wanted to speak with Maxime's lawyer, to convey his current condition and perhaps get some assistance or advice. However, she got more than that. Prasetyo, the middle-aged man who accompanied her, was willing to help her and Maxime resolve their issues. He even rushed to Maxime's residence to meet him and inquire about what had actually happened, as he had lost track of Maxime's whereabouts.Since the accident was reported, Pras had been told that Maxime was being treated in Singapore. But after Maxime returned to Indonesia, Tomas had never given him any updates, not even a brief notification about Maxime's current condition. When Cesilia approached him and revealed that Maxime was currently paralyzed and only able to speak, she also asked Prasetyo to keep Maxime's condition a secret. She didn't want anyone to know that Maxime could speak now."What exactly happened to you that led to this?"Maxime smile
As a host, Casandra naturally had to welcome her guest properly. So, before she met Cesilia in the living room, Casandra first stopped by the kitchen and asked her house assistant to prepare a drink for Cesilia.Only then did she proceed to meet Cesilia in the living room. Initially, Yasmin wanted to accompany Casandra to meet Cesilia, but when they passed by Yasmin's room, Casandra asked her to enter and stay in the room. She didn't want her sister to overhear the conversation between her and Cesilia, knowing Yasmin's temperamental nature.They were quite different. Even though they shared the same parents, there were still noticeable differences between the two of them."Good afternoon, Miss," Casandra greeted, trying to keep a composed expression on her face, not wanting Cesilia to see the nervousness that now enveloped her. After all, Cesilia was the former wife of her husband; there was a certain awkwardness she felt.Especially since Cesilia's and Alexander's marriage had ended.
"Yasmin, where's your phone?" Casandra called out to Yasmin who was in her room."Why, sis?" she asked, visibly annoyed when Casandra questioned the whereabouts of her phone, as if Yasmin didn't like someone who was currently trying to contact her."No, it's your boyfriend. He's saying that Robert complained to him that you haven't been picking up his calls even though he's been trying to reach you for a while, and your number is active."Yasmin grabbed her phone and handed it to Casandra."Could you talk to him?""Why is that?" Following Yasmin's steps as she went to the back terrace."I'm annoyed, sis. It's not that I don't want to answer Robert's calls, but I'm tired of hearing him confess his love for me. I've told him that I can't get married and can't accept his love request, even though I'm ready to get married today; still, he's not the man I would choose," Yasmin grumbled, satisfied to have rejected Robert who didn't seem to understand her position."But what's wrong with pic
"What do you mean, Alex?""I started thinking that Yasmin's rejections might be related to Frans. Haven't you noticed that recently they seem to be close, even exchanging glances at the dinner table? I haven't paid much attention due to work, but I could sense that Frans has feelings for Yasmin, and vice versa. They also spend time alone together on the back terrace. Though when I'm around, they just seem to have regular conversations.""If that's the case, Alex?""Are you suggesting that Frans and Yasmin might be in a relationship?"Casandra nodded. "Yes, then what about Robert? Of course, he might feel it's unfair since Yasmin rejected him but accepted Frans.""I don't think Robert would think that way because as far as I know, he's mature and understands the situation. If Yasmin does fall for Frans, he wouldn't force his wishes. Besides, there's no harm in Yasmin pursuing her own love life. She's grown up now and can determine what's right and wrong. As for Frans being a widower, t
Frans parked his car in the driveway, looking at the quiet house with a few lights turned off. This indicated that Alexander and Casandra had gone to bed. It was only natural considering it was already 11:00 PM.After spending time at the mall and watching a movie until they lost track of time, they had forgotten how quickly the clock had ticked away. When they were together, time seemed to fly by. Unbeknownst to them, it was already late into the night."Thank you for today, Frans," Yasmin said, unfastening her seatbelt and turning to face Frans who was doing the same."I also say thank you, because this has been a joy for both of us."Yasmin gave Frans a grateful smile, because what he said was true. Everything they did today was truly for the two of them, not for themselves individually."Good night."Yasmin was about to open the car door, but Frans held her back."Wait a moment, I'm not done yet." Frans unclasped the necklace that was hanging around his neck."W-what is this?" Yas
Before entering, Frans assessed the condition of Maxime's house. He didn't want anything that could cause trouble for him and Yasmin later on. Even though he had already sent a friend to help, he still needed to be cautious. Today was the second day that his friend had been carrying out the task. And today, taking advantage of having no work at the hospital, as promised, Frans would make time to check on Maxime's condition and inspect the work of the doctor he had sent.He was afraid that Tomas might interfere with the work in progress. Frans didn't want his reputation to be tarnished in Cesilia's eyes, so he had to be actively involved."It's fine, let's stop by here first before we go shopping," Frans said."Sure, Frans," Yasmin nodded, tightening her grip on his hand.Since a while ago, it was Frans who had been holding her hand, and now she wanted to reciprocate his actions. She wasn't afraid of being seen by others while they were outside. At home, Yasmin was a bit hesitant to sh
"Where are we going first, to find clothes or books?" Frans parked his car in the mall parking lot."Let's look for books first, Frans. So that later we can just focus on finding clothes. I think I don't need many clothes; I still have so many in my closet. The first time I came here, my sister suggested online shopping.""Alright, books it is then." Frans helped Yasmin unfasten her seatbelt, and they both got out of the car together. Just like usual, they walked side by side, holding hands, as they explored the various stores in the mall.Yasmin seemed enthusiastic about choosing all the supplies she would need for her upcoming college. Patiently, Frans followed behind, observing Yasmin as she carefully selected each item."Which one is better?" Yasmin asked, handing over two larger-sized books."Which one?" Frans asked, puzzled, as he didn't see anything particularly special about those books. To him, a book was used for writing, and there was no difference."Isn't the cover nice? D
Frans immediately reached out his hand to the woman and kissed the back of her hand."Mother, let me introduce you to Yasmin, my girlfriend.""Girlfriend?" the middle-aged woman repeated, observing Yasmin from head to toe. "Frans, you're not joking, right? Is this really your girlfriend? Whose niece did you pay to pretend to be your girlfriend?""Mother...," Frans interjected. "Please don't let your teasing strain our relationship.""Well, come on, she's so young and beautiful, she surely wouldn't be interested in a widower like you.""Mom," Frans cautioned again, and the middle-aged woman rubbed her temple."Get to know Mother first. My name is Tiara, Frans' mother.""Yasmin." She extended her hand to introduce herself, not forgetting to kiss the back of the middle-aged woman's hand."Don't listen to Mother. It's all just playful banter," Frans said, lightening the mood.However, Yasmin was already too scared to face the woman. Sensing Yasmin's nervousness, Tiara immediately embraced