“I wonder how she's doing?” Richard soliloquized, waddling in his office as he gazed out through the glass. He walked up to his desk, picked up his phone, and stared at her picture on the wallpaper. It had been a year and seven months, eleven days already, yet she had returned and there was no news of her whereabouts.“Sir, the conference will begin in thirty minutes.” His secretary announced, standing by the entrance.“I thought I already told you to cancel all my morning schedules. The conference is also adjourned till tomorrow. I need to be somewhere else.” “But, sir…” She was interrupted by a phone, Richard glanced over to check the caller ID, it was Miguel's babysitter. Richard wondered why she was calling her by the time, moreover, he thought Henrietta might be trying to play another trick on him like she did last time, lying that Miguel was ill, he informed her to take him to the hospital and that he would meet them there, Henrietta didn't show up at the hospital because it wa
“Miss, I think this belongs to you.” A young man dashed after to catch up with her when she halted to look at the person seeking her attention. She pooched, darkening her eyes suspiciously. “Is there any problem?” She enquired politely. Ever since she stepped into the mall, the young man had been looking at her and Charlene didn't seem to know him at all, there was no way she had come across him somewhere or anywhere before.“I think this fell from your wallet when you were paying the cashier.” He extended the gold credit card to her.Charlene looked down, she abruptly opened her purse and her wallet to check for it but it was gone. She collected it from the stranger and saw the credit card belonged to her. She let out a sigh of relief. “Ah. Goodness, I didn't notice when it dropped off from my bag. Thank you so much.” The young man flashed her a bright smile, revealing his dimples. “You're welcome.”“Thanks.” Charlene nodded, whirled, and walked out of the mall. Opposite the mall t
With everything scattered on the ground, Charlene felt the urge to cry, she was consumed with frustration. She couldn't wait for the day to end so they would all return to the penthouse. The day was a real disaster. Going out with Lauren, Paulo, and Michael was a terrible idea. She never wanted to tag along, but Lauren wouldn't listen to her, she knew once she had Daniella Charlene would come with them definitely since she had always been using the child as an excuse. She glanced around the amusement park, everyone was busy that no one attempted to assist her. She looked down at her phone on the ground and then cursed underneath. “Fuck.” Daniella wouldn't allow anyone to carry her apart from her mother, Charlene couldn't put her down for a second, she would shriek out like she was being pricked with a needle. As she crouched with the baby on her shoulder to pick up her phone which also fell on the ground along with the wrapped snacks, she saw someone's hands, picking the snacks one
“I may not be the best daughter or best wife but I never regret ever running away back then, Charles.” Charlene spoke out of anger which she was trying to abate.“It's been five years, Charlene. For how long will you keep the truth to yourself.” Despite seeing the anger in her eyes, he was calm and polite. He had no intention of telling her what to do, as long as she knew the right thing to do, she was just playing stubbornly, he wouldn't intervene.“As long as I'm breathing. Richard doesn't deserve us.”“He lost everything. Your trust and Miguel.”“I only feel sorry for the poor child. Henrietta was a terrible mother to him, she never really cared about the child from the beginning. I know Richard loves Miguel so much, I told him I'm ready to be a mother to Miguel. Why would he let his ex-wife come between us?”“You still don't understand?”“Of course I do, everything is clear to me. I'm going to inform Richard about Daniella very soon but I won't let him take the child away from me,
“Okay. Can someone tell me what's going on here, Charlene?” After what seemed like forever he spoke up. Richard wasn't releasing her from the cage of his warmth he had trapped her in, Michael had to voice out because it was becoming too hard to conceal and frustrating.Charlene was as frozen as ice when their bodies gummed. She widened her hands, not hungging him though yet still hadn't recovered from the shock of crossing paths with him. She shut her eyes and kept cursing underneath. His secretary wasn't shocked like other people, she expected her boss to react that way. Recently, perhaps after losing his only son he had become cold-headed, to crown it all he had tried to look for his wife for a couple of years yet to no avail, most of his workers pitied him. Before he wasn't a friendly type but he had become really worse over the years, what made her happy most was seeing a hope. Yes, Charlene. Someone that could at least change him back to his old self, not the grumpy boss that w
“Could you please pass the dish over here?” Kathleen extended her hand so Charlene could hand over the dish to her. . Instead of handing over the dish, she assisted in setting the table for dinner. “Did Veronica stop by today? She told me she's coming over, I thought I was going to meet her here.”“She was supposed to have an appointment with her doctor today. You came a bit late. Charles was also here, he promised to be the one to drive her to the hospital.” Kathleen explained.“That jughead. Did he say anything to you?” She peeked into her eyes as she halted.Kathleen stared back. She moistened her lower lip with the heel of her tongue. She shrugged off. “Like what? If it's something about you, he didn't mention anything. He was here because of his wife and he didn't stay long.”“I thought he told you.”Her eyes darkened with suspicion. With her focus on Charlene, she settled for her eyes, trying to fish out the secret in them. “What are you talking about? Is there something about
“Mrs. Sullivan,” “Doctor, Is he okay? Can we see him right now?” She asked the question quickly while standing in front of the doctor impatiently.Ever since they arrived at the hospital, none of them were granted an audience to see him. Although the doctor had told them the injury was severe, he assured them he would be fine. Charlene had called Bryant and informed him about the situation, he assured her he would be there soon. Jeremy wouldn't stop cursing, blaming themselves for what transpired between him and their friend. “He's going to be alright. You need to calm down, Mrs. Sullivan.” No argument from her when addressing her as Mrs. Sullivan, it wasn't the right time for correction. After announcing his condition since Charlene was the only close relative around, the doctor left afterward.Charlene restlessly paced around the ER area, glancing at the door that led to the ER room with deep concern embedded in her eyes. “Charlene, you should come and sit here,” Jeremy uttered
She was set to leave for work. She had about thirty minutes before leaving. Then she remembered Richard, she sighed softly before handling the doorknob, she twisted it and the door unlocked. She sauntered casually inside. The room was hushed as grave, she strolled to the bedroom to check on him.He seemed to have sensed her presence immediately when she was inside, he pivoted and smiled lightly when he saw her. Supposedly, he should have frowned for what she did last night but he didn't, not because he didn't want to but because he couldn't after seeing her.“Good morning.” “Good morning, Charlene.” Siitting in his wheelchair, he greeted warmly.As she glanced over the bed, she was remorseful with the thought that he didn't get a wink of sleep last night since she left when he annoyed her and there was no one to help him, he couldn't even eat on his own let alone get himself to the bed. She walked over, the tray was as she left it so his medicines. “Did you sleep at all?” He didn'