LOGINIt wasn’t a request. It was an order.Lydia frowned, irritation flashing across her face. “Cale—”“I want to talk to her.”Lydia held his gaze, clearly displeased with the way he said it. But after a few seconds, she let out a quiet breath. She glanced briefly at Naomi, silently assuring her that ev
“Get in,” Cale ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.Lydia only glanced at him. There were so many things she wanted to say, so many questions pressing at the back of her throat, but… her husband’s face told her everything she needed to know. He wasn’t in the mood to be challenged.She gav
Hi 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
“I just hope Josh’s recovery goes smoothly. He’s past the critical stage now, isn’t he?”Althea nodded at Kate’s words.Relief softened Kate’s expression. Though her face was still pale, there was a newfound brightness in her eyes—maybe because they’d been talking about Josh this whole time. “I just
One year later.The afternoon air in SunCity was warm, filtering through the wide windows of the Millers’ family room. Althea leaned back on the sofa, her hand gently caressing her rounded belly with a serene smile. Nearly seven months pregnant now, she spent most of her days at home. Since the doct
“Mr. Handsome, you’ve been talking to Grandma for so long. Was something serious happening?” Josh asked between bites of fruit from the platter. “Uncle Arsen peeled me an apple. It’s really sweet. Do you want some, Mr. Handsome?”Daven walked over, ruffling Josh’s hair gently. His eyes flicked to th
“I know.” Tears fell again as Althea pressed a shaking hand to her chest. “Every word I say feels like a load, Felicia. I’m not refusing help because I don’t need it. I’m protecting Josh from something that could hurt him later. You may call me stubborn—but I’m a mother. A mother can’t let her guard







