Chapter 11"What are you doing?" She stuttered, unable to meet his eyes anymore. He was so close to her that she could feel his breath on her face. He wasn't saying anything, too. He suddenly stepped back. Caitlyn pulled a long face as she felt a sting of disappointment in her. "Caitlyn," He started. She instantly raised her eyes in surprise. It was the first time Martin called her name informally."Yes?" Her heart pounded against her chest. She yearned to hear what made him address her as 'Caitlyn'. Perhaps, he had begun to like her just as she does.She found herself smiling at the thought of that. "Go on, tell me," She prodded."Were you truly crying over your misplaced phone and key?" He questioned. His voice showed how astonished he was. "I mean, how could a grown woman be sobbing over her misplaced items?"His brows were pulled together as he stared at her, truly surprised. He hadn't expected to meet her in tears. "Don't you have a spare key?" He dipped his hands in the pocket

Chapter 13."Caitlyn, have you been crying all this because of a mere dog?" He asked, a stupefied look plastered on his face.She sniffed and wiped her tears with the back of her right palm. "Some weeks ago, a dog died. His owner is a woman that's sixty years of age. She's the mother of the CEO of Grey's group; you must know him,” she paused for a while. Martin went back to sit on the chair while she sniffed and continued, " That dog was the only companion of the old woman. They were very fond of each other. She took good care of him and he never made her feel lonely. On one occasion, he rescued her from an assassin. The whole family loved him. He was suddenly found dead one morning by the woman. His death threw her into a severe state of shock. She died some days ago.The woman's children immediately requested for an investigation to be made into the dog's death after it was confirmed that he didn't die naturally.Mr. Bernard called to inform me that the dog was murdered by this sa

Chapter 15Caitlyn woke up three hours later. At first, her vision was blurry. She raised her hand slowly and rubbed her eyes gently. After blinking twice, she could see clearly.She turned her eyes away from the white ceiling and they landed on Martin who was standing beside her with his hands in his pockets and his gaze fixed on her."You're awake. It's been about three hours," he spoke and took his seat beside her. Caitlyn felt a sharp pain in her head that made her shut her eyes tightly. She recalled everything that happened.Her eyes held a look of guilt as she opened them again. She couldn't bring herself to look at Martin."I'm sorry for making you go through the stress of bringing me here," she apologized."You're sorry?" Martin scoffed angrily. Caitlyn could tell he was upset, and it made her feel more guilty."An ulcer patient should prioritize their meals before any other thing. I suppose your smartness was taken over by your sympathy for a dog and made you neglect your hea

Chapter 17"Why did you come, and why aren't you leaving yet? " Caitlyn asked him with a suspicious look in her eyes. It's been almost thirty minutes since they finished eating and Martin wasn't showing any sign of leaving.He looked up from his phone and they held each other's gaze for a second. Caitlyn raised a brow and slightly tilted her head to the side. "Won't you answer me? "He rolled his eyes and stood on his feet. He went to Caitlyn who was sitting on her bed. "Move away, " He ordered in his husky voice. Caitlyn was confused. She pulled her brows together and asked, "why?" Martin sighed and bowed his head with both his hands resting on both sides of his waist."You forced me," He mumbled and brushed her off the bed. "Ah!" She screamed as she fell on her butts with a surprised expression that was soon replaced with a glare. "What was that?" She yelled, but Martin was already laying on his back with his eyes closed and his hands clutching a pillow close to his chest. He ig

Chapter 19"Martin. Son. You're here!" Madam Scarlett exclaimed in a happy voice as she rushed to meet her son. Martin stretched out his hands open with a smile plastered on his face. "My dear boy," Madam Scarlett smiled back as they embraced lovingly. Martin never liked to come home, but he knew he felt the happiest whenever he was home."How are you, mother?" He asked her with shining eyes. His eyes always had a way of showing happiness. Their hands still lingered on each other after their warm hug."I'm very well, son. I'm cooking!" She announced, giggling. Martin raised a brow with a smile. "Really?""Yes, son," She responded and began to lead him to the kitchen, their fingers locked. "Oh, and your brother is home," She informed him as they walked in."Wow, mother. This smells so good," He said and dramatically sniffed the air which made madam Scarlett chuckle. He went to the pot on the cooker and opened it. "It looks good, too!" He voiced out. Madam Scarlett walked to him with