Kaylar's alcohol tolerance was low and she knew she wouldn't last long. Wayne sat there watching the ordeal as Mr Bernard behaved like a deprived lunatic as he filled Kaylar's cup non stop. On the other side Natasha was making advances towards Wayne but to no avail. Wayne wore an irritated look as he threw a sharp glare at Natasha. Natasha felt goosebumps on her skin when she met Wayne's cold glare, he looked scary. "Excuse me, I'll be in the restroom" Kaylar stood up and she managed to speak clearly. She couldn't take it when Mr Bernard started laying his filthy hands on her. She left the room rather slowly to maintain her balance. Wayne's gaze followed her till she left the room. … At the front desk. "Excuse me" Kaylar leaned her body against the desk, she was completely drunk but she tried to remain composed. "Good evening miss" the worker at the front desk greeted. "I need a designated driver, here is my address" Kaylar scrambled the address of Wayne's mansion on piece

… "I have a question, please answer sincerely" Kaylar voiced out. "Did anything happen between us last night?" Kaylar couldn't get that question out of her mind, she didn't feel anything different in her body but who knows? So she asked to be sure. "Nothing happened. After scolding me you puked everywhere so I had to clean you up" Wayne answered with a shrug. He was definitely attracted to Kaylar physically. At the end of the day, he was still a perfectly healthy man. Who could resist the charm of a charming lady like Kaylar? *Sigh* Kaylar was glad, she would not have known how to face Wayne if they really did something. "My grandparents want us to visit during the weekend," Wayne informed Kaylar as he looked outside the window. His gaze was filled with uncertainty and guilt. His grandparents had high hopes for his marriage. Wouldn't they be disheartened when they find out the truth about his marriage? Kaylar remained silent. She was also nervous the weekend was the day af

"She's resting," Wayne noticed his grandfather's unusual mood. "Is anything wrong?" Wayne asked worriedly. He loved his grandfather. Wayne saw him as the missing father figure in his life and anything he did was to make his grandfather happy and proud. "What are you planning to do to that poor child Wayne?" Grandpa Walsh stared straight into Wayne's eyes and asked. Wayne was perplexed by his question. "..." "You're not saying anything right?" Grandpa Walsh maintained his stare with an arched brow. "You can fool your Grandmother but you can't fool with me. What's your plan for her?" "Nothing, I plan to do nothing" Wayne lowered his gaze. He felt guilty. When he presented the contract to Kaylar he planned to make Kaylar's life a living hell. But he couldn't hurt a person who did not wrong him. He was ruthless to his opponents and people who dared to oppose him, but he couldn't to his secretary. "Are you sure?" Grandpa Walsh's gaze warmed slowly. "Yes." "What's your plan for th

Dean left the room alongside Wayne looking bewildered. He just got off work and was heading home when he received Wayne's call. He rushed over quickly to check if Wayne's condition was bad because Wayne rarely called him at night. When he heard Wayne mention a 'Sister-in-law' over the phone he thought Wayne was pulling his legs or something. He wondered where the so-called 'sister-in-law' came from because Wayne has hardly been seen with a woman. After his arrival, he was shocked to see the familiar figure laying on the bed. He couldn't believe that Wayne's secretary was his sister-in-law. 'What a life' he thought. He had prescribed some drugs for Kaylar and handed Wayne a list of things she should avoid eating for the time being. Dean was the CEO of Cedarcrest Hospital he also took up some important and high-profile cases. His family has a long history in the medical line. "Bro! When did you get married?" Dean gave Wayne an incomprehensible look. He didn't know if he was mean

… Wayne closed the door to his room with a clenched jaw, his eyes hardened as he sat on the bed. He felt suffocated, he needed a place to vent out what he was feeling. The veins on his hands pulsed as he paced around the room endlessly. *Bam* *Bam…* Those were the sounds of Wayne hitting the wall. He didn't plan to stop as he continually punched the wall. Even though years passed Wayne felt the same hurt he felt all those years ago. His eyes were bloodshot, he seemed to have lost his mind at that moment. "Hah!" Kaylar gasped as she walked into the room and met the scene of Wayne hitting the wall. "What do you think you're doing?" she ran towards his distraction and blocked the wall with her body. Kaylar was startled by his expression, she's never seen this side of Wayne before. "Ahh!" Wayne groaned in dissatisfaction as he halted his fist midway. He stopped his hand in time to avoid hitting Kaylar. "What are you doing to yourself? Take a look at your hand" Wayne's attent