“What time is it now?”She was half-awake, listening to the depth of his voice. He had stayed with her for hours, while Hart was nowhere to be seen. She understood he was busy as he had spoken over the phone, but it made her rethink his promises.There was a more important issue she kept in check. She had to tell him the truth of her decision of political marriage as soon as possible. But how would Hart react knowing his girlfriend would marry someone else? But how could she get it off her chest?Jake repeated his question. She picked up her cellphone. Apparently Jake’s cellphone had run out of juice, and it didn’t share the same charger with Myra’s cellphone, which was an older model. It didn’t surprise Myra that the screen show

“Myra, are you all right?”Hart’s six-feet tall figure towered over Myra as he watched her rub her eyes. They were still red and puffy from her tremendous tears earlier. He observed her hurriedly folding a slip of paper that she was holding into a small square and stuffed it under the tablecloth. Fortunately, Hart didn’t notice her hasty actions.“What are you doing here, Hart? How did you know I’m here?”Hart helped her into a comfortable position on the sofa. His lips moved, charming as he normally was, but thinking of how he was with Waley earlier just made her feel disturbed. He wasn’t the person she was waiting for.Things were complex between him and Waley. He couldn’t explain it in such a short time, but he cou

“Myra! Where have you been? I was worried sick when the hospital called me and said you were missing!” Sierra’s concerned voice rang out as Myra entered the door of their apartment.It was the next morning after she and Hart had made out at the old mansion for the first time. “Ah, I didn’t see you there, Hart,” Sierra seemed surprised, as if she was expecting someone else. Myra’s hand tightened around Hart as she sent him the signal to disregard Sierra’s thoughtless words.Beside Sierra, Teos was looking dishevelled, giving Myra the message that they had just finished another hanky-panky session. “Hart, give me a moment.”Hart took his seat on the couch a

“Myra?”A tinge of guilt occupied his heart as he recognised the perfect figure of his girlfriend as she sat gracefully at the sofa. She was wearing a peach dress and in her hands lay a magazine. It was probably the first time Hart had ever seen his girlfriend so engrossed in reading.She hadn’t heard him so he called her name a second time, louder this time. Myra almost jumped, amusing him.“Why didn’t you call me?” He gently placed a hand on her lap. Myra shivered at his touch.“You left your cell phone at home. I came to return it to you,” she spoke innocently.“Since you’re here, would you like to join me for an early lunch?”“Er, I… Am I bothering you?”“I’m not busy today. Come, let’s go,” He tugged on her hand, taking her out of the premises as he saw Mrs Hoo heading their way. Myra quickly replaced the magazine on the t

Two weeks laterMyra sauntered past the corridors of her university, walking past the noisy crowds. As usual, Lionel didn’t bother to look at her and neither did his goons. It was like she had offended them, but there was just too much on her mind for her to bother about them. Time had passed so quickly since the fight between Hart and Jake, but fortunately, Hart’s job was not at stake. Instead, he told her that Jake had delegated Mrs Hoo to take over the collaboration, as if nothing had happened. Neither had he taken any action against Hart for his physical injuries.From that day onwards, Jake never appeared in the university ever again. While it was a relief for Myra, a question remained unanswered. Why was she feeling empty that Jake was no longer in contact with her? Even when Hart made love to her every night, an unsettled feeling lingered deep inside her.[No, stop it. Hart is who you need to be with.]She told herself calm