"Yes! I won!" Greyson's triumphant shout made me smile. He's currently playing this game called Space Invader. "Uncle! Cleo! I killed all the aliens and the final boss!" Xavier tousled his hair. "You know what? I'll bring you an arcade next time. You seem to really enjoy playing these games." "Really?" Greyson's eyes are sparkling. "I promise." The former's smile suddenly faded. "But dad will surely disagree if you buy me one. He doesn't even want me to have a PS5." "Don't mind him. I will punch him if he confiscates your gadgets." I shook my head. If I hadn't known who they are, I would have assumed that Xavier is his biological father. We didn't stay any longer at the mall, as it was already past twelve. After we exchanged the arcade tickets for the Stitch stuffed toy that Greyson wanted, we ate at a fast food restaurant for lunch and went home. "Thank you for this day, sir-" He jokingly glared at me. "I mean, Xavier. Greyson surely appreciates your presenc

A smile crept on my lips as I looked at myself through the mirror, wearing the white dress that Cynthia gave me. She styled my hair in a twisted crown braid, and I genuinely love it. She also insisted that I should apply light make-up to my face to highlight my features. I got my bag before I stormed out of my room. "Woah!" I smiled, seeing Greyson's reaction. He's looking at me with wide eyes. "Do I look pretty?" I asked. He nods his head fervently. "You're stunning, Cleo!" That gave me butterflies in my stomach. "Thank you. You look handsome in that polo too! I'm pretty sure Sophie will feel giddy when she sees you later." He's wearing a white polo with a red bow tie paired with his khaki colored trousers. He blushed. "Cleo! She's not my crush!" "I didn't say that, though." I teased him more. "You are so mean." "Cleo?" I turned my back when I heard Aunt Esther from behind. I greeted her a good morning. "You look absolutely gorgeous in that dress." A fl

A day flew past. Just like what Aunt Esther told me, Greyson indeed reverted back to his old self. He talked to me again as if nothing had happened. He also apologized for the behavior that he showed me. He's being indifferent and unconcerned, but I know better than that. Those times that he was staring into the emptiness didn't escape my eyes. I decided not to confront him because I know he does not want to. "Is there a celebration?" I asked when I saw Aunt Cora, Cynthia and the other maids busy in the kitchen. They are preparing a lot of ingredients as if there's a special occasion. "Nope. Sir Garren will arrive, so we are preparing a lot of food," Cynthia responded. My blood ran cold. The day has finally come... For the rest of the morning, I was preoccupied. I planned to talk to Garren as soon as he got home, but now that he's here, I don't exactly know what to do! When Garren arrived, I was in my room. Cynthia only relayed the news to me. "Where is he right now?"

The woman heaved out a sigh. "Your son was almost hit by a car. It's a good thing that the driver was able to hit the break, or else you'll meet him in the morgue." The corners of my eyes heat up. The image of Greyson in that distressing room is terrifying to me. "I rushed him to the hospital since I was on that scene where the accident transpired. He got minor scratches on his legs because he fell on the rough pavement." There was a fleeting moment of stillness until Garren spoke. "Who's the owner of that car that hit my son?" Garren asked with a clenched jaw. "Unfortunately, I didn't get to see the driver. But you can go to the nearest police station around Rodeo Street. Perhaps they handled the accident and kept records or whatsoever." My forehead creased. Rodeo is the neighboring street of MacCurtain Village where the Montreal resides. What was Greyson doing in that place? Audrey stood up all of a sudden. "I believe that my role here is done. I need to go home now." "How m

I excused myself and went to Greyson's room. He's lying on the bed while reaching his hands toward the ceiling. "Are you okay?" He pouted. "I'm bored. I want to go out and play." "Unfortunately, you can't do that until you are fully healed. You need to wait for more days." Someone suddenly opened the door. Greyson quickly removed all the emotions from his face after seeing that it was his father, carrying a platter. I mentally laughed. I must say, this kid is a good actor. "What's that?" he asked with a stoic face. He put the platter on the table and opened the cover. The scrumptious smell of the barbeque sauce pervaded my nose. Even Greyson can't stop himself; his eyes are sparkling while looking at the dish. "You mentioned last time that you love beef brisket, so I made you one." None of us responded. He sheepishly scratched his cheeks. "It's been a long time since I cooked, so I can't assure you that this will be really great. But I swear, I did my best to cook this dish.