"How is she? Is she okay?" Gilbert asked again after the doctor finished stitching. "Physically, she is weak. Besides this wound and the pain you mentioned earlier, I think the patient is also in shock," the doctor answered. Both men nodded their heads. "She can go home and be treated at home once she regains consciousness. But my suggestion is, for one or two days, the patient should receive treatment here. At least if there's a medical team here monitoring her." Gilbert and Dean exchanged glances. Then they nodded together before looking back at the doctor. "Just let her be treated here, Doc," Gilbert finally concluded. The doctor nodded in agreement. "You can take care of that at the administration desk." He replied succinctly. Gilbert nodded. He then went to the administration area without being told twice. In less than twenty minutes, Haisley had been transferred to a VIP room. Her small body looked even more fragile when she was in pain. Her face was pale, and her eye bags

Dean's boarding call echoed once more. He reluctantly released his embrace on Haisley. His beautiful eyes mirrored Haisley's reddened ones; he didn't need a mirror to know. They locked eyes for a few moments before they both smiled. "Call me if you consider my request," he said, gently stroking Haisley's head. "And remember, we still have to be 'engaged' when we get back to America," he chuckled, a teasing tone in his voice. Haisley chuckled along. She felt Dean drawing his head closer, his thin lips pressing a heartfelt kiss on the top of her head. "Take care," he said after the warm kiss. "I'm leaving," he said, stepping back. He waved to Gilbert, who somehow had returned to stand beside him, before turning around and walking away, putting more distance between them. During his journey back to his apartment, Haisley became quieter. Gilbert noticed, but his friend didn't want to disturb Haisley either. Gilbert knew what had happened in the last moments before Dean boarded his fli

Laurent, the owner of the café, was Gilbert's acquaintance. Gilbert was the one who got the job for Haisley from this forty-year-old man. Haisley didn't know what Gilbert said to him, but one thing was clear—Gilbert approached him with a face full of pleas, hands clasped in front of his face. Laurent then looked at Haisley and approached her. "Gilbert said he needed you. Is that true?" he asked. Haisley nodded her head. "He's not going to kidnap you, is he, Haisley?" he asked again with a probing look. Haisley chuckled, seeing Gilbert roll his eyes behind the man. But then, she nodded her head. "No, Sir. My parents are coming, and I need to greet them," Haisley replied politely. She still felt stiff around him even though he had told her to address him by his first name, as Gilbert and other employees usually did. "Go ahead. I won't deduct your pay because you've been working very diligently all this time," he said, which was met with an enthusiastic nod from Haisley. She bid farew

Mrs. Monica deliberately let Haisley sit on her right, and her husband sat on her left. Unwilling to let Haisley sit close to Nathan, Gilbert ended up sitting on Haisley's right, so Loretta sat on Gilbert's right and Nathan sat on his 'future wife's' right. "The waiter gave each person a menu. Mr. Samuel seemed engrossed in his own menu choice. So did Gilbert. 'Haisley, dear. What would you like to eat?' Mrs. Monica asked, lowering the menu from her face. "Haisley looked at the menu confused. She then looked at Gilbert for advice, which didn't escape Nathan's notice; he then made a decision that made people turn to look at him. Gilbert ignored his sister and pointed to a menu item for Haisley, which she nodded at. Everyone had stated their orders, only Loretta hadn't. "'I'm on a diet,' the girl said shyly. 'I'll just have a salad,' she said, closing the menu and handing it back to the waiter. "'Dessert?' the waiter asked. The girl shook her head again. "'You know, your youth shou

Reluctantly, Haisley lifted her head, looking at him just as sharply. "It's none of your business when or why I cut my hair. Seeking attention?" Haisley snorted in annoyance. "Yes, I deliberately seek attention. I even intend to beautify myself and improve my appearance so that I can look sexier and attract many men's attention here. "Do you remember what your mother said earlier, that I should date many men? Well, I will do it. Then after that, you will call me a cheap woman. And you know, I don't mind hearing that. So now, let go of my hand. I want to sleep," Haisley snapped, yanking her hand away, but Nathan's grip was tight, making it not easy for Haisley to break free. "Nathan!" Haisley growled in frustration. "What about Dean?" he asked, his mouth tightly closed. "Are you planning to date many men behind his back? Are you planning to betray him?" he accused, angrily. Haisley lifted the corner of her mouth. "I've told you my affairs have nothing to do with you," she hissed. "