Ansel still locked his gaze at the hijab woman who was sitting across him. If only he didn’t pay close attention to the color of her eyes, he must have thought that she was really Ae Ri. The dreaming girl he was going to fetch this morning. “What do you think? Qeiza is pretty, right?” asked Alina. Her lips curved into a teasing smile at his only son. “Where did you find her?” Ansel neglected his mother’s query. In the contrary, he attacked his mother with his own question. “Are you sure this strange woman is Qeiza?” Though Ansel had never once met his ex-wife, he didn’t know why his heart doubted her identity. He felt a bit weird when she appeared in his house unexpectedly. In fact, she was the one who sued a divorce and returned all the stuffs he gave her. Did she just regret it? “Ansel! It's not good to think badly of others, especially your ex-wife.” Alina looked displeased with Ansel’s suspicious attitude. “Mom, if she’s really Qeiza, my ex-wife, she should have felt ashamed t

Sometimes, God deletes the plans we have written and replaces them with better realities. *** “God! Oppa!” Qeiza yelled in surprise. “What happened?” Entering Dae Hyun’s house by using the duplicated key that he gave her, Qeiza was shocked by his condition, lying on the floor of his bedroom unconsciously. The sweats were pouring down all over Dae Hyun’s body. It made his clothes soaked. Qeiza touched Dae Hyun’s forehead. It felt hot. His lips looked blue and dried, like someone who’s dehydrating. Worrying about the bad health condition of Dae Hyun, Qeiza fought to move him onto the bed. She changed Dae Hyun’s shirt then compressed him with warm water. According to the theory from the article she had ever read, when the skin got a hot temperature simulation, thus the brain would give a command to the body’s central nervous system to cool down the body's temperature. By doing so, it was hoped that the temperature of Dae Hyun’s body would be back to normal. Qeiza didn’t know how lon

The faint sound of the doorbell rang out into Dae Hyun’s bedroom. Daniel had just finished checking Dae Hyun’s health condition and removed the stethoscope from his ears. “It seems that you have a special guest on the weekend,” teased Daniel. Dae Hyun lowered the roll of his sleeve which had been uncovered when Daniel took his blood pressure. “Are you disdaining me?” asked Dae Hyun, leaning back again against the headboard. Daniel shrugged then pulled a chair. He sat beside Dae Hyun’s bed. “Is it good for me?” “It could be your girlfriend.” “My girlfriend trusts me a lot,” Daniel said proudly. “She can’t possibly follow me here.” Dae Hyun furrowed his eyebrows. “If it’s not your girlfriend, who is it then?” “I don’t know,” replied Daniel. “Do you want me to open the door to check it?” “Up to you,” said Dae Hyun. Daniel left the chair he just sat. However, after walking for a few steps, Dae Hyun’s shout stopped him. “If the guest is looking for Ae Ri, just tell him that he’s

Do not ever look for enemies. But if they come, you don’t need to avoid them either. *** “Have a drink!” Xander handed Ansel a glass of mineral water. His worry was reducing after Ansel awakened. He had slept for more the twenty-four hours. Ansel reached the glass handing by Xander with his weak hand. His eyes narrowed when he saw the infusion needle was sticking on the back of his hand. “Ah, let me help you!” Xander had just realized Ansel’s difficulty. “How long did I faint?” asked Ansel after drinking one-third of the water in the glass. “How long you fainted, it’s not important,” replied Xander. “The most important thing for now is that you’ve been conscious. How are you feeling?” “I don’t know,” said Ansel. “That nightmare always haunted me.” Ansel massaged his temples. His head was still dizzy and throbbing. Whenever he had the nightmare, his head was like hit with a hammer. “Tell me, Mom!” insisted Ansel, staring hopefully at Alina who was bowing her head because of f

Love can’t be forced because heart always knows where it should be anchored. *** “Miss Aleta? Y—” Unfortunately, Freud’s question was interrupted as soon as Aleta turned around and hastily left the door where she peeked. Standing while carrying some folders on his hands, Freud could still hear the unclear mutter that slipped from Aleta’s lips. Nevertheless, he didn’t pay attention to it. It’s not his business. Freud shrugged. His lips pursed a little before he eventually went into Qeiza’s and Chin Hwa’s office. Aleta felt very annoyed for realizing her action was being caught red handed by Freud. She even got madder. In fact, her attack on Qeiza was just an illusion. The woman she hated the most was still fine, focusing her mind on her works. “This time you are safe and can smile in happiness,” mumbled Aleta. “But another time, I’ll make sure that you’ll swim in the sea of tears.” Aleta threw everything on her desk. She vented all her rage. When she slammed her ass on the chair,