"YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS, ZETA!" "So, you two knew each other?" Zack asked in awe, looking at them with curiosity. "I just can't imagine how you've changed through the years, Zandro. From the guy who's broken-hearted over one woman, to this playboy who's collecting pretty—" "I don't know this criminal that much, but we have things to settle," Zandro answered without lifting his sharp green eyes away from the woman he has been looking for for so many years already. "You go to Antonette and tell her to get the car ready." It was as if Zandro and Claudia's gazes were brushed with the strongest adhesive that they can't lift their eyes away from each other, they can't even blink in fear that one of them might start an attack. But Zandro knows better that his father was just around and he won't risk his precious image just for the sake of his molten anger towards this thief, he's too good to be like Dimas. Of course, he has another way and he won't let her slip away again. "Are you le

"SUN ALLERGY" ANSWERS slapped Blythe right as they went out of his room with their fingers intertwined like it was made for such a purpose, they stayed like that while they were walking towards the garden where their visitors were waiting for them.Right from the rectangular white garden table is the old yet, famous and great magistrate, Mr. Lorenzo Ladignon in his not-so-formal white linen short-sleeve, dark linen shorts, and comfy deck shoes. The air he was carrying matched his casualty, and beside him stood his sophisticated wife, Mrs. Jamilla Ladignon in her white floral maxi dress and blonde curled hair. Both were busy talking about some funny things when they saw them coming, Judge Ladignon helped his wife to rise for them. "So, is she the lucky girl?" Mrs. Ladignon inquired as she greeted her with a cheek kiss and warm hug after. "You're so pretty, hija. Attorney Zandro never go wrong with his choices. Really excellent at everything, I would say again." "Of course, sweethear

"HIS SCENT IS SOMETHING DIFFERENT" CURRENTLY WALKING back to the mansion, all exhausted and having too much of the day when Zandro suddenly started another show by going her way with his broad back and guiding her to ride on it. Blythe knows it very well, but don't they have done too much for today?"I know you are very much tired," he uttered while pulling her closer to his body. "Common, Mi Amor.""B-but I can still manage it, Zandro... I might burden you.""I rather suffer than you." An encouraging smile flashed on his face. "Now, would you please..."Blythe can actually feel the pain piercing her feet because of walking almost the whole day, but they have to be with their special guests as they stroll nearly the whole farm. To support them, she never let anyone see that she's in pain because they were in a show and she's an actress; she should act better but the pain in her feet just won't cooperate.Zandro gently guided her over his masculine back, and as she embraced his neck s

"RED-EYED WOLF AND THE MONOGRAM" "YOU ARE no different from your mother and your father, Claudia. You are also weak and worthless!" The cuts made by her abuela's words in her chest have been much deeper than those she got from the trouble she encountered the other night, it has sharp daggers that continuously penetrate inside her. Claudia was left unmoving while her head was hanging low, it was a good thing though because the old woman won't get the chance to see the emotion she was failing to hide in her swollen eyes at the moment. The building up of any emotions on her face would get her into more punishments, she can't be weak! "I can't believe you let that scoundrel take your attention off the Monroes, Claudia! What if you've missed a very important detail in their conversation, huh?" Senora Constanza motioned her well-painted fingers in grace, then the server next to her automatically flicked the golden fan to bring her some cool air. "Que barbaridad! I personally picked you

"THE GARLIC" BLYTHE AND MRS. LADIGNON were both startled by a voice that suddenly joined their conversation, her body froze more when she felt her husband's warm arms envelop her small waist. Zandro planted his chin on her shoulder blades and his every breath on her skin were kisses that caused her electric shocks, making the hair on her nape rise. "Zandro!" Mrs. Ladignon reprimanded, amusedly shaking her head. "My goodness this man! We're still starting here and you're here again?" "What's wrong? I miss my wife," he said like he really meant it. "Can I join you two?" "And what about Lorenzo?" Mrs. Ladignon placed her hands on her waist. "You left him alone?" "Well, he got an important call." Zandro tightened his arms on her like he doesn't care about anyone's presence. "Hmmm... still no. Go back there because this is a girly bonding." Then Mrs. Ladignon turned to her like she was asking for help. "Blythe, please scold that stubborn." Their faces immediately met the second that