Desmond carried Faith and helped her settle in the back seat of his car while her mother and Amirah stood some centimeters away. "My dear, are you sure you don't want to follow me home?" her mother asked, trying to convince her unyielding daughter who only shook her head and forced a smile on her pale face. "I'm fine, mum. It's just some sprained ankle, not cancer," Faith joked and earned a laugh from them all. Desmond walked up to Amirah and smiled. "Hop in, I'm taking you home."The little girl folded her hands around her chest and tilted her head totally to the back to look at him and it was almost touching her back. "So, how did it go?" 

Mr. Smith called his family together and decided to tell them the truth about his past relationship. He had been haunted for the past few weeks for neglecting his second family and not taking responsibilities as a father and a husband. "Dad, can you please talk? I told you that I need to visit Gabriel," Ava said in haste. She had just gotten used to addressing the man as her father and that was because he had played a vital role in convincing her mother to accept Gabriel as the love of her life, not because she really liked the man. Smith cleared his throat and looked at his wife who said nothing. He had been speechless for over twenty minutes and it was obvious they were impatient already. "Uhm… I just think it's abou

Faith rushed out of her bathroom as she heard her phone ringing, thinking it could be her boss. He had been acting strange lately, ever since the reporters left. He had been giving her cold shoulders. He no longer called her to run errands for him and he had not left the house either, but she knew he was alive and well. He even stopped picking her calls, only calling her when she needed her to bring wines from the cellar. But of course, she did not mind since she was used to that. That was who he was even if he had started melting his stone heart. She really wished she could understand why he was turning hot at one point and cold at another. She could not lay a finger on what his problem was, but she knew it had to do with his past. She got to where her phone was in the living room and saw the caller. "Hello, mum?" Sh

"What?" Faith exclaimed as she rose to her feet at the restaurant her mother had asked to meet her. What was her mother talking about? What was she saying? She had even thought they had to meet at home and perhaps talk about this and that, only for her mother to text her the address of the restaurant where they would be meeting. She could not even lay a finger on what she could define as what she was feeling at that moment. Anger? Hurt? Frustration? She could not say. "Calm down and have your seat, Faith," her mother said as she touched her hand but her daughter immediately removed her hand from hers. "How can you tell

As Desmond got to the restaurant of the hotel he was supposed to meet her date, he looked around to look for her. He was certain he would be able to recognize her after seeing her picture on Faith's phone. He grumbled as he remembered why he accepted to go on the date in the first place. How could Faith even think of such an idea? His search was made easy as a hand waved to him to come over. He preserved a polite smile as he approached the young lady. She was actually more beautiful in person. "I am very sorry I came late. I actually thought I was on time," he checked his watch and realized that he was actually on time.  "How long have you been here?" The young lady smiled and shook her head. "I am actually the on