I looked at Garren in the distance. He's playing with his son in the living room. There's an effervescent smile plastered on his face. It seems like he doesn't remember a single thing about what happened last night. When we came across each other earlier this morning, he didn't ask me anything. He's not acting weird. Nothing changed. He still asked me to make him a coffee and give him medicine for his headache, which was certainly caused by the liquor. Fortunately, he drank the first coffee that I made. He didn't torture me by making me go back and forth to the kitchen just to appease his pathetic demands. I was alleviated. I don't know how to deal with him if he confronts me about the horrendous event last night. But come to think of it. I wasn't the one who put me in that situation, so why should I be mortified? If there is someone who should be appalled, it's him. "He's already melting with your stares." I averted my gaze when I heard someone speaking beside me. And i

"You're going out with Enzo again?! Are you for real?!" My face screwed up with Lauren's vehement reaction after I told him that I would meet Lorenzo today. I already mentioned him to her before. I don't want her to nag at me for not telling her the recent updates about my life. "You don't have to scream like an unhinged banshee," I grumbled. She scoffed. "Shut up. But seriously, that Enzo guy is being suspicious as fuck." I knitted my eyebrows. "What do you mean?" "You two only met a month ago, but he's already being palsy-walsy with you. Anyone who's smart enough would know that he's not merely running after friendship. Enzo likes you, Cleo." I could already imagine the sly grin on her face while saying those words. "You know what else is a fact? It's that, anyone with a rational mind would not slag off my affinity with a man," I snapped back. I can't even think of a single proof that Lorenzo likes me. Lauren snickered. "I'm sorry, okay? But you can't blame me. He's reall

THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW "Before I forget, say hi to Cleo!" The smile on Garren's face faded in a flash. His son only mentioned Cleo's name... and he's already getting agitated. The woman's strange effect on him is riling him up. Cleo appeared on the screen and flashed a subtle smile, and God knows how much he hates how that made his heart prance. Despite his nerves raging, Garren still managed to keep a stolid face. His heart's erratic beating only ceased when he couldn't see her any longer, but deep within him, he longs to see her face even for a few moments longer. "What the fuck?!" Garren internally castigated himself. "Bye, dad! I'm going to prepare for school now! I love you." He smiled at his son. "I love you too, buddy." He washed his hands over his face out of frustration after the call ended. He hates it. He hates how Cleo can stir an unsettling feeling inside him with the slightest thing that she does. Suddenly, his mind took a trail down the memory la

It has been three days since Garren arrived, and it's also been three days since my mind is in a mare's nest. He's been acting really weird. This time, I'm not even piling things on. This is not merely because of that abrupt change in the car seat plan, but the way he's been behaving as if he didn't leave me with a bunch of unsettled questions that night before he left. He's acting oblivious and indifferent. It's as if he hit his head against a wall and now has amnesia. For starters, he now talks to me like he used to before. That affable aura surrounding him when we were on Santorini and when he brought us to the amusement park suddenly came back. Mind you, oftentimes, he's the one who initiates a conversation. Like that time he drove us to his son's school, he asked how I've been doing! It wasn't supposed to be a big deal if it wasn't for the fact that he stopped regarding my existence a month ago. But that wasn't the last time he acted as if he cared for my welfare. I was tr

"Dad won once again!" My face contorted as Garren took down my last chess piece. The exasperation I'm feeling heightened when I saw the smug grin plastered on his face. God knows how much I want to tear off that arrogance in his face. After we got tired of ambling around the park, Garren took out some board games that he brought so we could idle away the hours. Greyson has been playing this game for two years now, so he's good at it. But what made me fall for that notion was because he defeated his father. Then the latter challenged me into a game. I also know how to play chess. And since it's been a long time since I played one and I kind of miss it, I took on his challenge. I was confident that I'd be able to defeat him because his son did. But he proved me wrong. Because in the two sets that we played, he defeated me in the most humiliating way possible. I was only able to take down three chess pieces of him from those two games. It turned out that he was just goofing arou