Averill woke up in cold sweat. She dreamt of that horrible nightmare all over again. Like a broken tape that continuously plays every time she closes her eyes. Averill went down to the kitchen. She's craving some alcohol to loosen her thoughts. "You're still up?" Averill almost flinched when a voice suddenly came from the dark kitchen! It's two in the morning, and who would not get scared if someone suddenly spoke when all you could see was black! Noah came out of the kitchen, all sweaty. He's holding a bottle of water and looking at Averill with a bored look. "Jeez, you scared me." Averill exhaled when she saw Noah. The latter stared at her, utterly confused as to why she was down there. Noah could not sleep, he got a lot of tangled thoughts in his head, and he went out for a jog around the mansion. "Why are you here?" "Craving for some alcohol," Averill honestly replied. She walked past Noah and turned on the lights. She went straight to get a bottle of red wine. When she fin
Noah's POV I have been answering calls since this morning. I saw Averill walking down the stairs and immediately put my phone inside my pocket. I did not even answer the last call, which was from Yanna. "Good morning," "See, tea is way better than wine," Averill simply nodded in agreement. Jeez, why the hell is she acting this adorable so early in the morning? What? Did I just say adorable? I must be out of my damn mind. "Anyway, do you have plans for today?" I asked. I think reporters would be waiting outside the hospital since they somehow learned that Averill is visiting there. I asked Karl to look into it, and good thing they still do not know why she visits there. I can still use my grandfather as an excuse. "I will be going to Shiloah," "Why do you even meet him?" I asked though I knew why. I want to know if she would be willing to tell me. Averill froze and stared at me. Her messy hair did not give off an ugly vibe. Instead, it made her look playful. I gulped and swal
Averill's POV I was feeling really nervous ever since we entered his grandfather's room. I mean, I have met a lot of influential people before, but Mr. Caden Dalton is a different one. He's someone everyone respects in the business world. He took over his family business when it was dealing with a crisis, and now he's built an entire empire that even old conglomerates could not touch. "You seem nervous," "Yes? Ahh, sorry, sir, it's just that I am one of your fans," I shyly replied, fixing the chess pieces in front of me. The last time I played one was ages ago! It was a hobby I ended when Allen died. He was the one who taught me how to play. How dare he die when I never won a game against him? How the hell am I going to play with Noah's grandfather? I heard he's a really good player. Noah left to buy something. Mr. Caden instructed all his guards to wait outside. I'm glad he's being considerate, but isn't it more uncomfortable to play with him alone in a room? He's my husband's
Averill's POV I woke up with swollen eyes. I can't even open them. I cried until I fell asleep. And what's the time now? Five in the afternoon? Damn! That was the most prolonged sleep ever since my son died. I was about to leave my bed when I saw a figure on my couch. Noah? What is he doing here? And he's sleeping soundly too. I walked near him, stood beside him, and quietly watched his sleeping figure. Why are you here? What is the meaning of this act? Should I convince myself that you're just drunk and could not find your room? Come to think of it, he reeks of alcohol. Just how much did he drink? And why did he drink so much? I tapped his shoulder to wake him up... I don't want to do this because I am afraid he'll ask me about what happened yesterday, but his posture looks really bad on this small sofa. How the hell did he fit himself in here? "Hmm," he moaned. I shook his shoulder, but my eyes widened in surprise when he grabbed my arm and pulled me into an embrace. I could h
Noah sits up and stares at Averill. He's been keeping himself from shouting at the woman for the nonsense accusation. "I am no fool, Averill. Do you think I would not remember what happened that day?" "I am not lying, Noah. Do you also think I will easily forget the hell we have been through?" "STOP IT! Quit this act. Am I that stupid in your eyes that you want to do this? I am your husband. What else do you want?" "The truth. I thought you knew that it was me," "I knew that it was you, Averill." Noah looked at her with contempt. "I knew that it was you who made Yanna suffer that hell. How could you do that? I have been suppressing myself from getting mad at you. Do you think I would not know what Yanna has been through whenever she's with you?" Noah mocked. Remembering all the days, Yanna cried to him because of the trauma that Averill left her. Averill found herself ridiculous. She could not understand why she had the urge to finally tell him all the truth she's been keeping
Averill's POV I left the mansion earlier than usual. Noah is still sleeping soundly in his room. I told him to move out, but he stayed. I called Shiloah again and told him that I was on my way to the hospital. He called me last night and told me all the things that are happening in Europe. The things that my family has been keeping from me. I asked him to do it for me. No one reached out to me. Even Ken and Sam. Kieffer. How? Noah is a powerful man. I give him that. He made it possible for all those issues not to reach my ears. Also, maybe because I cut off all my social media accounts after I retired, I wasn't that updated on things online. I don't even watch the news. "So you told him everything?" Shiloah nodded. He's not even feeling guilty about it. "This is not legal, Shiloah," "He's your husband, technically," he shrugged. "You need him, Averill. You need a shoulder to lean on," "You don't know how he treats me, Shilo," "I know. He's been treating you like a disgusti
Averill could hear the noises from all the reporters subside as Noah continued kissing her. She tried to push him away, but he did not budge an inch. He held her face tightly, kissing Averill passionately. When they were both out of breath. Noah slowly let go of Averill's lips and stared at her golden eyes. He rushed to the airport upon knowing Averill's plan to go back without him. Karl arranged everything, and luckily, he came to the airport at a crucial moment in time. Noah glanced at Kieffer, whose face darkened because of the situation. Ken informed Kieffer about Averill's plan to finally talk in front of the media, but now that they're surrounded by them, he could be seen as no less than a supportive friend and cousin. "What the hell are you doing, Noah?" Averill whispered to the man. Noah simply smiled at her and faced the reporters. "Did it answer your curiosities? Averill and I went to the US to lessen her stress level. You've taken quite a toll on her. Should I sue you
"I will meet you again next time, babe. Sorry but this is urgent," Paulo simply nodded his head while putting on his shirt. He knew this would happen again. Paulo feels like shit while watching the woman he loves leaving for another man. He was first but he loves Yanna so much to even let her half her time for him and Noah. Paulo was that kind of man. He looked at his phone and replied to Averill, who texted him just a while ago. New Message From: Averill Hursen Meet me. To: Averill Hursen I'll be there in 20. "I will be on the set, babe. Call me when you need me," he told Yanna and left to meet Averill. *** Averill stared at her phone while sitting at the corner of the cafe. After twenty minutes of waiting, Paulo came in a casual, oversized shirt paired with lazy sweatpants. "Fancy seeing you contact me, Avi," Averill stared at him, reading him like a book. Paulo felt disgusted with her eyes. It was something that Yanna envied the most, those beautiful pair of golden eye