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
Riana smiled warmly. “That’s wonderful. It means the more you practice, the better your drawings will become.”Nathan nodded in agreement. “Hard work always shows results.”Grace smiled proudly, then went back to focusing on her toast.Josh finally set his spoon down. He looked at Riana with an expr
Silence filled the room once more as Noel’s question hung in the air. The fluorescent lights reflected off the steel table, casting his pale face into stark clarity—no place to hide, no shadows left to shield him.Cale crossed his arms over his chest. “Now tell me everything,” he said flatly. “Don’t
“Not yet,” Cale cut in coldly. “You haven’t given me the one thing that matters most.”“What is it?” Noel’s voice trembled.“Harold’s location.”Noel froze. His face drained of what little color remained.“I don’t know,” he said quickly. “I swear. He keeps moving. Even Oscar—”Cale narrowed his eyes
“I’m going to the prosecutor’s office.”The words left Althea’s mouth flatly yet filled with resolve. She stood in the living room, phone still in her hand, waiting for Arsen’s response on the other end. Josh and Grace were already being looked after by Lydia and seemed to have started forgetting wh







