Elizalde's POV . "I need to tell her. She needs to know." "And how sure you are that she will trust you again, Zalde? Remember, this is your second chance. You knew Lizzie well more than anyone. She doesn't easily give her trust back, especially to you." "And what do you want me to do, Don?" in my frustration. "You can explain it to her little bit by little. But first, tell her what you really feel so that she can understand you better." I raked my hair in exasperation and ended the call. Perhaps Don is right. It's time for me to confess myself to her. The sun is setting down, and the beautiful view of the skyline in orange-gold reminds me of our honeymoon in the Maldives and Italy. I wish life were like that forever. But I know it will never be because we have happy and sad moments in life. And here we are, facing some challenges. I sat beside her, and she looked at me, happy. It shows on her face the way she smiles at me. "At least it is peaceful here. How long are we going

Lizzie's POV . "That's all I need, Kristoff. I don't need your pieces of advice. I can manage it myself." I ignored the expression on his face after he submitted his proposal. The meeting will resume at two in the afternoon as the board has their candidate of which one to take as per the proposals. I have made up my mind and will stick to my principles. But my husband, Elizalde, will have the final decision. "You haven't checked it all, Lizzie. Consider it first, and see how the board will like it. I-m sure --" "I don't like it and don't care about the board's decisions either. However, the final verdict will be on my husband's end. And you know that." I stood up, ready to walk out of the conference. I handed Maya the documents, and I could sense Kristoff was following me. "Lizzie, wait!" He immediately blocked in front of me. "Please, look at it first. I have already presented this to Mr George, but he wants your approval. I am offering this as a worker in this company, not your

Lizzie's POV . "Thank you, Emma. I can really count on you." "No, problem, Liz. When it comes to you and the business, I will give all my support." Emma gave me a thumbs-up before she trailed off. Everything is back to its routine now. Most of the work at the company is now okay. My father rang me earlier and wanted a special lunch with my stepmother and Snow. I am trying to figure out what's the agenda. But I am no longer scared of the two. I will meet them soon. Elizalde arranged a date for us this coming Sunday. I've been bugging him since last night because he seems obvious when surprising me. Elizalde is not good at hiding secrets because I can read them in his eyes. So he's hiding something, and I'm itching to know what it is. It felt like Sunday was way too far for me to wait. "Thank you for coming, my dearie." My father gave me a hug and a pat on my back. I pleasantly answered him. I learned from Mr Maddison, my father's specialist, that my father has health issues and

Elizalde's POV . Damn it. I'm feeling disoriented and a bit unwell. I had too much to drink and didn't anticipate this outcome. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to excuse myself earlier. The meeting was supposed to be brief, but it turned into an enjoyable dinner with the board members and investors. Emily did an excellent job managing the paperwork and minutes, as I didn't bring any of my secretaries with me. Unfortunately, Don was unavailable due to prior commitments. I planned to inform Lizzie that I'll be home late tonight, but Kent initiated a fun game where we couldn't use our phones and had to put them in a basket on the table. So, though I was having a good time, I was worried about Lizzie and hoped she was not too concerned about me. I exited the men's toilet, and most employees were heading off. They're all going home. "Let's go for a round two, Elizalde. There's a nice private place not far from here. We can sing and dance and drink all night long." Kent looped his hand a

Lizzie's POV . Although I attempted to remain composed and pretend to be happy, I reached my breaking point. I feel the urge to express my anger towards him. At present, I have no intention of cooking a meal for him. He can make a do sandwich with cold cuts of meat, which is no concern to me. I had initially prepared the food affectionately, envisioning how much he would enjoy it. But the hell, it was Emily who ate all the food and not him? What a load of crap! I swallowed hard when I heard his car getting into our driveway. I kept my pace, back and forth. Both of my hands were on my hips, and I was thinking of what to say to him first. As the door opened, my heart skipped when I saw him with a bouquet of roses. His smile was warm and welcoming, and I couldn't help but feel dazed by his presence. Shit. I swore in the back of my mind, and my lips parted when I saw the bundle of a thick bouquet of roses he was holding. He looks dashing, like a perfect prince, so masculine and mou