Se connecterHi my lovely readers,Sorry for the late update. There won't be a new chapter for "His Regret" today. I'll be back tomorrow to continue Lydia and Cale's story.Don't miss out!Thank you, Canis
“We don’t care,” he replied lightly, devoid of emotion. “Mr. Falcon wants to see you.”It didn’t sound like a request.It was an order—one that was expected to be obeyed.Naomi shook her head quickly. “I told you, I’ll come later.” There was a slight emphasis on later, as if it was the last boundary
Naomi quickly shook her head. “No, it’s not that.” She lowered her gaze briefly before continuing, her voice softer. “But I have to head to my other job soon.”“I’ll drive you,” Lydia cut in, almost too quickly leaving little room for refusal.Naomi looked up, startled. “That’s not necessary. I usua
“Didn’t you get enough of the Pergamon Museum yesterday?” Andrew asked lightly, his tone easy and cheerful.He didn’t mind taking her anywhere she wanted to go. After all, they only had two days left before returning home. And as a good guide, he intended to make the most of it—whatever Lydia needed
Liu lifted his head, studying him. “Do you suspect they met?”“It could be a coincidence,” Cale answered shortly, though the uncertainty in his voice lingered beneath the surface.He didn’t like making assumptions.But he didn’t ignore possibilities either.“Check it,” he ordered.Liu nodded without
“I’ll come pick you up once I’m done,” Cale said as he unfastened his seatbelt, already moving to open the door for Lydia. Behind their car, Andrew followed closely, ever watchful.Today, Andrew was once again assigned to accompany Lydia around Berlin. In just two more days, their honeymoon would co
Morning arrived with a comforting routine. The breakfast table was set as usual—cups of coffee and tea still steaming, toast neatly arranged, the scent of butter and jam filling the air. The soft clink of spoons against plates created a familiar, gentle rhythm.Daven was already ready. His suit was
Cale closed the last folder and slid it across the desk toward Arsen. “That’s enough. I’ll read the rest later.”Arsen nodded. “If you need—”“I know,” Cale cut in shortly. He was already reaching for his jacket when his phone vibrated in his pocket. A message came in.I’m already in the lobby.Cale
Elsewhere—far from gleaming high-rises, crowded boardrooms, or rows of cafés where people lingered over coffee and sugar-drenched cake—a dilapidated buildings stood hidden behind a line of long-abandoned storage warehouses. Its location lies well away from the city’s main roads. Traffic noise was ra
When they arrived home, the atmosphere felt far quieter than usual, not a cold silence, but one deliberately created so everyone inside could breathe a little easier. Lydia went straight to the kitchen without much comment. She rolled up her sleeves, unpacked the groceries, and began working with ef







