“Don't you like the scenery? Everywhere looks beautiful,” Malcolm sparked up a conversation, not wanting to make every moment they were spending together boring as they walked out together. He was so glad that she chose to walk outdoors with him, and there seemed to be comfortable clothes waiting for her to change into which Malcolm had prepared already after he went out. “I do not know. I think it is cool,” she answered, feeling so bored by a conversation with a man she really wanted to be away from. “You seem to not know a lot of things that you like,” Malcolm pointed out, having noticed her attitude towards having things she liked from their few conversations. He wasn't even sure she had a hobby. All her life, she had always done things she had to do, and not things that she loved doing. “What else is left of someone who has lost herself alongside her memories?” Zoe muttered sarcastically. Those words suddenly made Malcolm, and he didn't like to hear her speak like that. He wa
Zoe had been sitting in front of the dresser in the suite for many minutes, carefully rubbing a night lotion into her face in bits, her mind drifting into random thoughts that were quite hazy in her mind. Through the mirror, her eyes traveled beyond focusing on her image as it landed on Malcolm, who was sitting comfortably on the couch, seemingly busy with work, his eyes fixed on the tablet that was placed on his lips. Her mind went back in time to almost an hour ago, after she had unexpectedly kissed him when they were both lying on the sand, and his reaction after she separated from him and stood up, confused her a bit as she struggled to process if she had seen rightly. For as long as she could remember, she didn't think she had ever seen Malcolm in that way before. She saw him flustered! ‘He was flustered? But why? Their lips touched more than twice even if it wasn't pleasant, but still, he was the one that initiated it. And if they were truly dating, they would probably have
Zoe's body froze to a spot as she raked through her brain for what she could do, and the only thing that came to mind wasn't worth the pain. However, she found herself rolling fiercely away from his body, and towards the floor, pretending to have mistakenly dropped off the bed. “Ah!” Her loud wimp scolded her and reminded her of how foolish a decision she had made just to escape from such a stifling atmosphere, and Malcolm woke up just at the moment, his eyes jolting open to reality. “Are you okay?” Concern and worry hovered around his voice as he rose from his sleeping position to check up on, but the way in which she jumped up from the floor and flashed a smile at him startled him a bit, which made him wonder if everything was fine with her. “Hi, Good morning,” she didn't wait for him to reply, before she strode away from his sight in mortification, while nursing her pain as she entered the bathroom. ‘Shit!’ she yelled inwardly as she stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom
Did you bring your drugs along?” Malcolm walked out of the bathroom, suddenly remembering during his shower time that he had not seen her use her drugs since he came back and since they traveled. “No,” Zoe muttered, as she sat in front of the dresser which she had been glued to for minutes, straightening her hair over and over again. “Are you feeling better now? Should we go purchase new ones for you?” he suggested, not wanting to ask her why she had not been taking them as expected. She could get mad if he tried to be possessive about it, and he was not willing to bargain the peaceful atmosphere between them for anger. “I have always been fine, you know. But u do use them,” she turned to look at him, as her lips pulled into a thin line.“Have you been remembering anything or having glimpses of your memories these days?” Malcolm inquired slowly and gently, like he didn't mean to ask so directly as he walked out of the dressing room, already fully dressed. “Are you hoping I don't r
“I don't know what you would like, so I got you this,” Zoe turned to Ivy as she passed her own package to her, whose face was frozen in a mask of astonishment, with confusion dancing in her eyes. She didn't understand what was going on. She suddenly walked into the dining room the next morning in an unexpected manner, with extremely expensive gifts with her, as she placed each package in front of each person that she had gotten it for. For Irina, it was a limited edition diamond necklace she knew she had been struggling to get, and for Isla, she purchased a limited edition luxurious bag from the brand she figured was her favorite. For Ivy, it was a limited edition tweed dress, and for Audrey, it was a stunning, expensive auctioned heel that was worth more than the prices of the others. However, she had all of them with their mouths agape, with a silent gasp escaping their lips like a whisper of surprise.“You got us gifts,” Ivy's eyes furrowed with disdain even if she was so elat
Martin sat across from Zoe at the opulent restaurant they agreed to meet, his eyes filled with so much concern and worry about her, as he tried to carefully teeter around asking her too many questions. He was quite surprised when he had received her call to meet him, when it was a fact that they had spoken the day before, even if it was just for a few minutes. He had been waiting for her call all day. “How are you doing, Zoe?” he began, his voice soft and gentle, as his delicate eyes rested on her, observing the slightest change in her demeanor. He was bothered that she was trying to be strong even when she would have been disheartened if she saw the news about something she was trying to hide from the world. However, he was quite relieved that the sudden announcement of ANCLAIR and MEL-CO was all everyone could talk about. “Not so great, if I would not lie. How about you? I hope I'm not taking much of your time?” She looked up at him, her eyes studying to know if she had not m
Malcolm had been restless all morning since he arrived at work, and his workers were at the receiving end of his anger and frustration. He was unable to sleep since he received the news from Sinclair that Zoe could come back home, and it had him so bothered if she had been informed too about it.‘What if she decided to leave? What if she left and acted like she didn't know him? Would their relationship just end there?’ He thought all night, and still couldn't keep the thoughts away as he carried out his job in the office. He shifted uncomfortably on his office chair so many times, with a nervous tic crawling up his body, the more his eyes darted unconsciously to his phone, for what felt like the hundredth time, as if Zoe would call anytime soon to slam those words in his ear. His mind raced with worry as his thoughts spiraled him into anxiety, with each vibration or notification from his phone sending a jolt of nervous energy through his body, only to be met with disappointment as
“I heard that you have refused to return home,” Malcolm hit off the conversation with Zoe, breaking the silence that had been hanging in the air ever since he entered the room. He was curious to know what was going on in her head, and why she was being so unpredictable. “Yes. Any problem with that?” She tilted her eyebrows at him as she tore her gaze away from what she had been scribbling on paper since he entered. “I thought that was what you wanted initially,” a confounded look danced in his eyes as he stared at her with questioning eyes, in case she cared to explain her reasons before he asked why. But he knew she wouldn't talk more than what she was asked. “Well, I don't want that anymore,” she darted her eyes back to what she was doing. “Why? Are you really planning to get married to me?” There was a hint of anxiety in his voice as he spoke, wondering what her answer would be. She had been mentioning the marriage part and making new memories with him so casually for days n