"Yes, I brought Mrs. Walter here from Paris," Adam confessed."I don't understand. How?" Althea asked, her brows creasing in confusion."Because I'm the new owner of Sky Cafe," Adam revealed.Althea’s eyes widened. "What? That's not possible," she whispered, still trying to process the information.Adam continued, "I tried to buy the cafe for you when you were eight, but Mrs. Walter wasn't selling. Years later, when Sky Cafe was closing, I finally bought it, intending to keep it closed until I could use it. But then I found out I was getting married to you, and I thought it would be the perfect wedding gift."Althea stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. "I… I don't know what to say. Why didn't you tell me any of this?"Adam smiled softly. "I wanted to surprise you."But this doesn't make sense. There are gaps. I don't understand." Althea struggled to form her words, overwhelmed by the revelation.Mrs. Walter offered, "Let me explain."Althea nodded, still stunned. "Please do.
"And now," Althea said, turning to the quiet man in the corner, "Can you tell how Adam became the owner of the Sky Cafe?"Mrs. Walter smiled. "It's a simple story, but I'll let Adam tell it."Althea turned to look at him. “Care to explain?” she asked “I will.” Adam said softly.Althea sat up straighter, waiting for Adam's response. Her food had long gone cold, but she was too entranced to notice.Adam cleared his throat. "Well," he began, "On your eighth birthday, you wished the Sky Cafe would never close down. I thought it was a silly wish at the time, but I made a promise to myself. I vowed to buy the cafe, no matter the cost, and gift it to you as a surprise. I tried once, but Walter wouldn't sell it. When I left home, I made my fortune and tried to buy the cafe. Mrs. Walter agreed to sell it, and I've owned it ever since.""It's been sitting dormant for a long time," Adam continued, "but after returning to the country, I decided to reopen it. For you, Althea. Because the Sky Cafe
Adam's gaze remained fixed on Althea, his face a stony mask hiding the hurt he felt. He felt as though she was determined to hate him no matter what."Very well," Adam replied, his tone icy but betrayed by a flicker of hurt in his eyes. "I will release Timothy, if that's what you want. But I can't release your father," he continued, his voice flat and emotionless. "His business is with my father."Althea stood, her posture stiff and determined. "Fine. We'll talk when I see Timothy, alive."Adam's lips pressed into a thin line. "As you wish. But be aware, Althea, that our fathers' business is deep and tangled. Releasing Timothy may not be as simple as you think."Althea's jaw tightened. "I'm not a fool, Adam. I know there will be complications.”"I'm leaving now, Mrs. Walter," Althea announced, turning to face the older woman. "I would like to continue our conversation with Jenny and Jackson soon."Mrs. Walter let out a frustrated groan. "Althea, please...""My mind is made up," Althea
"Are you really going to try, Mrs. Walter?" Adam asked, lifting his gaze from the food to meet her eyes."Yes, I am," she replied with determination. "Althea showed me that life is too short to hold back, to live in regret. I intend to seize every opportunity for happiness, not just for myself but for others, as well. And you should too, with Althea.""No," Adam muttered, a hint of bitterness creeping into his voice.Mrs. Walter's expression softened, a hint of sadness in her eyes as she considered Adam's words. "So, you're just going to give up? After all this?""What choice do I have?" Adam asked, a resigned sigh escaping his lips. "Althea made it clear that she doesn't want anything to do with me. Maybe she was right—maybe we're better off as enemies.""And is that what you really believe, Adam?" Mrs. Walter pressed gently, her voice firm but compassionate. "Because I've seen the way you look at her. I think you care about her more than you're willing to admit," Mrs. Walter continue
Althea arrived at work and dove headfirst into her tasks, tackling her responsibilities with dedication and zeal. Her day was filled with back-to-back meetings, and one might assume she was the secretary to her boss, Mr. Amos, given her workload. However, that wasn't the case. The truth was that Mr. Amos trusted Althea implicitly due to her exceptional diligence, precision, and intuition. He relied on her to handle tasks that would typically fall to his secretary, and she never complained, always delivering high-quality results. As the month drew to a close, the workload intensified, with numerous reports, calculations, and analyses to complete. Mr. Amos entrusted Althea with overseeing the accuracy and alignment of all departmental reports, a responsibility that wasn't initially hers but was given to her due to her exceptional capabilities. While more work meant more pay, Althea wouldn't be shouldering the burden alone; she would have the support of select HR employees to ensure t
Contrary to Althea's expectations, she had a restful night's sleep despite her conversation with Hilda. After taking a bath and lying in bed, she quickly drifted off. The following morning arrived, and it was Wednesday. Oh, how Althea detested Wednesdays! She could handle Tuesdays, but never Wednesdays. They were always the busiest days of the week for her, even more so than Fridays, as she had initially assumed. Althea got ready for work with a groan. If she had opportunity, she would have called in sick to avoid going to the office. As she walked down the stairs, she didn't even spare a moment to listen to or wait for Hilda, who was approaching her. With a flip of her hair and a huff, Althea left the house. Althea assumed that she and Hilda had taken their silent battle to a new level. Upon arriving at work, Althea discovered a large stack of files requiring her attention. She had hoped that she had completed everything the previous day, but who was she kidding? There would al
Althea nearly choked on her drink, prompting her coworkers to rush to her aid. "Take it easy, okay?" Milan, who was seated by her side, said, gently rubbing her back. As Althea coughed uncontrollably, attracting attention from everyone around them, Aura and Katarina stepped in to reassure everyone that she was alright. Katarina offered Althea her glass of water, and after a few sips, Althea's breathing began to stabilize. "Are you feeling better now?" Aura asked with concern. "Yeah," Althea managed to respond between breaths. "Are you sure?" Katarina pressed. "I am," Althea replied, her panting breath slowing down. "What happened? Why did you choke on your drink?" Milan inquired, worried. "Nothing," Althea lied. "Come on, we're all in this together. We told you our secrets, so you should do the same and not lie to us," Milan urged. "Well, technically, it's not your secret but the boss's," Althea pointed out. "But we shared it with you, so it still counts," Aura argued. "Fi
After having lunch, Althea felt more energized, ready to tackle on the remaining workload that stood before her. Diving right in, she was interrupted mid-task by Mr. Amos's secretary, a petite, red-haired woman with blue eyes. Dressed in sage green pants, a beige shirt, and black heels, her hair tied up in a neat bun, she approached Althea's desk. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Wilson," Corelle greeted Althea, her voice smooth and respectful, aware that Althea could easily take her position if she wanted to in the blink of an eye. "Good afternoon, Corelle," Althea replied with a friendly smile. "What brings you here?" She asked, closing the file she was working on. "Mr. Amos would like to see you. He'd like to review the JHS project file with you before the meeting, which is scheduled to begin in an hour. He requests that you meet him in the boardroom where the meeting will be held," Corelle relayed Mr. Amos's instructions professionally and politely. "The meeting is in an hour? I almost f