“Mr. Bryce,” Will called out to Gabriel as he stood in place even after Leonica and Ashley had driven away.The smile that had once played on his lips when she spoke to Leonica had completely vanished, leaving him with a look that screamed focus as he tried to filter his thought, dig deeper than the rosy scent of Leonica that seemed to fill his head and Ashley’s tiny loveable voice, all in a bid to pin point the face that had flashes through his mind the moment the pain had hit.Even though he had seen the picture, the girl in it looked familiar yet distance and he got that one feeling that would always wash over him when he found himself in the highest length of the Eiffel tower, seating down and holding a video call with Lila where she made a show of the foods she had prepared while he was all the way in Paris.That distant homesick feeling that settled in his gut, but would soon be consumed by anger the moment he realizes he can’t get his hand on his grandmother’s precious cooking,

"sh*t!" Leonica hissed and staggered back, swinging her hand in a bid to get rid of the burning sensation that the coffee had caused when it poured on her blouse, as well as her hand."Leonica, are you okay?" Anastasia was quick to rush to her side, checking on her even before the culprit could utter a word.And when he finally did, both head snapped his way. "Ms. Romero, are you alright?"Leonica squinted her eyes at the familiar male. Stuart Reeds, forced a smile, the gesture coming off as a twitch rather than the actual action."I'm sorry, I wasn’t minding where I was going, hope you aren't hurt?" He asked, the tone of his voice carrying a hint of nervousness."I'm fine, it was an accident." Leonica answered, ignoring the look of confusion she was getting from Anastasia who was beside her.Stuart watched as she tried, but failed, grumbling underneath her breath about how she now needed to go home to get a change of cloth."Perhaps, I could offer some *ssistance." He offered, gestur

Arvan had just seen to it that Daisy was put to bed by her nanny, for an early evening nap when he was informed that Leonica was at the gate waiting for his approval to be let in.He made his way down after doing so and went towards the main Hall. Along the way, he adjusted his dress and stopped a couple of times to fix his hair, momentarily contemplating if he should get a hair cut.By the time he had reached the hall, Leonica was already sitting on the sofa, her side profile facing him as she took in the beauty of his home.The moment he began approaching her with slow and calculated steps, Leonica took notice of him and glanced in his direction, a small smile adorning her lips."You're finally here." He greeted, stopping a couple of feet from where she sat.Leonica took one last look at his house before commenting. "A beautiful home you have here, Arvan.""Thanks." He said, flashing her a smile which she didn't hesitate to mirror. "So, about the files...""Yes." Leonica nodded and

Not much to Leonica's surprise, Owen had sauntered back to sleep the moment he opened his eyes and called her name. She managed to hoist him up, raising herself from the ground and successful making it over to the room this time around.However, just as she took a step away, Owen's hand wrapped around her wrist."Stay." He said in an almost pleading manner.She wanted to refuse the idea but was never one who was fond of the idea of leaving a sick patient unattended to."I'll behave, I promise. Just...stay."He sounded like a kid who was being threatened to take his naps and didn't want to sleep alone."Okay." She gave in, the look on his face weakening her defenses. "But I have to call Grace first and inform her.""Of course." Owen said with a weak smile, finally releasing her hand.Leonica pulled her phone out and dialed said housekeeper's number.And after letting her know the situation, placed her phone down. "There, done.""Good, now come here." Owen tugged at her again, patting t

Alistair heaved a heavy sigh, his eyes following Owen’s retreating form as he entered his room.“He’s too naïve.” He muttered under his breath, his hand coming up to rub his forehead. “What am I going to do with him?”As if his prayers had been answered, his phone suddenly buzzed, and his boss’s name lit up on the screen.‘Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.’ He thought, picking the device and answering the call.“Yes sir?” His voice was stern, and he stood straight, like he would if he was speaking to him in person.“Is the rumor true?” The voice of the CEO of SG Entertainment boomed.Alistair flinched at the harshness of his voice. “Not at all.” He persuaded, wishing the CEO didn’t hear how his voice dipped when he lied. “You know the press is, Sir.”The other end was silent and Alistair wiped the bead of sweat forming on his forehead.At last, the CEO spoke. “Give the phone to him.”His demand caught Alistair off guard. “Pardon?”“I know you’re in his apartment, so before I co