Dylan had driven Zoe to her destination that evening, a fine six star diner at a tall elite tower. She stepped out of the car, her heels clicking softly against the marble pavement of the exclusive diner, while dressed in a gorgeous red plaid corporate gown. Her hair which framed her beautiful face like a halo fell in loose waves, and every step she took was so grateful, her presence radiating elegance. As she sauntered into the luxurious space, the entire grandeur room of sophistication was empty as if it was barely functioning, except that there was just one man sitting at a table that has the best view, with a storm brewing in his eyes. It was Andre. He sat there, drumming his fingers against the polished wood with an impatient, furious rhythm, with his lips curled in that scornful sneer he always wore like a badge. He was livid. ‘He had been waiting for almost fifteen minutes now and Zoe wasn't where to be found! She was playing games with him, wasn't she?!’ Andre's eyes twit
The private hospital room which looked like a luxurious room out of a mansion because of a total makeover, remained extremely quiet for quite a long time with barely anyone coming in and out, except some of the Meyers’ maids and assigned nurses that tended to Irina Meyer. It was evening, and she sat propped against the bed, her silk nightgown ironed to perfection, the same way the others for each day that she was going to be spending at the hospital had been properly done. Ever since she slumped after Malcolm’s little cleanup, she had remained in the hospital and had not gone home at all even though she was very okay. She had even granted about two invited reporters an opportunity to interview her concerning her health after the news of what her son did to her got out.However, seeing that days had passed and there was still no scandal about Malcolm being battered for his worst act towards his mother, Irina knew she had only one resort now to her advantage. Jjust one. Her gaze rema
Malcolm sat slouched on the fine couch in his living room, staring at nothing in particular. His mind and head were overwhelmed by the thoughts of earlier that day. His phone was still lying on the table, and the conversation with his mother made his chest feel like stone.He felt so terrible and had been unable to leave her presence unscathed in heart, pretending to have received a sudden call, unable to even bring up the reason he had asked to meet. His heart ached with guilt and sadness. Of what his mother had to go through. Of what his father's stupidity had caused both him and his mother by bringing Irina into his life. Thinking of how much he had blamed his mother and avoided her like the plague without knowing the full truth about everything made his heart ache with so much. He couldn't imagine how much she must have been sad having been separated from her child, and been scorned by the same child, finally having a business partner as an excuse to see him years later. It br
Malcolm’s mind continued to replay Zoe’s voice from last night as he drove, and he could not really help but wonder if it was truly her. He had thought he would see her when he returned by private flight earlier that day, but she was already at work, decided to wait patiently for her to return home, and went to see Justine instead. By the time he walked into the outdoor café, tucked away behind rows of pines and vines, Justine was already there, seated and waiting. She had come almost an hour earlier than the agreed time, and when she saw him walking toward her table, her lips trembled faintly but she quickly forced a smile.“You came,” she whispered, almost disbelieving. When he had contacted her first and asked to meet too, she could not help but be surprised. Seeing him come seemed so surreal. Malcolm sat across from Justine without a word, and for a while, they simply stared at each other, neither willing to speak first.Finally, Justine cleared her throat, adjusting her blazer
It had been three days since Malcolm returned from Singapore, and finally, he managed to reach Zoe. When she answered her phone, her voice sounded much lighter than he expected and it was so casual, and almost playful. Like they had been friends forever. “Noticed you have not been home for two days now,” she began without a hello as soon as she finally picked up his call. “You are home already?” He sounded surprised, the worry that had been lodged in his heart dissipating already. “Where else would I be?” her voice taunted lightly. I thiught…..” he paused, and then decided not to go too deep into it, “How are you? Are you good? Been calling you for days,” his voice was heavily ladened with worry. “Of course, why wouldn't I be?” She chimed, “Been so busy. We just recovered thanks to your help, and we are keeping the momentum, so I have had a lot to take care of,” she said naturally, “Just got home now.” Malcolm played along, seeing that Zoe didn't want to dwell on what had passed
Martin could still see the way she smiled when she said it in a way that was not mocking, or cruel, but with an expression that showed how hurt she was by his deceit. And that made it worse for him. Made him feel the worst way he had never ever felt.His head replayed more memories from the moment Zoe admitted to him that she had known for a while and that she had discovered by chance that he had been sent by Isla to get close to her, gather information from her, and ruin her. She even gave details of the much information she suspected he had given Isla which had somehow ruined her plans, and caused every of her progression to get prolonged this much. “And that is why I have really kept my distance,” she confessed.“You knew?” he had muttered under his breath with a hurt expression, dragging a hand over his face as his heart shattered the more he realized that it was why she had been avoiding him all along. Martin's knees that were about to hit the marble floor for a proposal lande