Sighing, she looked at the wall of window glass panels where she could see the sky. Not a cloud to be seen. It was a clear crystal with a blue atmosphere that made her think about how her mind had pictured how crystal clear it was, with no memory of anything. She thought she should be content with being alive and married to a helpful and gorgeous man.Making the best of it, Rafaella looked at him as he slowly brought her casted leg to the bathtub's rim. "All right, now what?""I'm fixing your leg in the bathtub so the water won't wet your injured knee. Rest your head in the bathtub rim so I can wash your hair."After a while, she could hear the water flow from the faucet on her left.She slowly felt the warm water going up to her stomach."I'll be back," Alexus said, and she heard his footsteps slowly vanish. She was left alone for a while. Her hand slowly played with the hot water, which she gently splashed on her arms and shoulders. She felt relief and closed her eyes.She could hear
"Yes, your mom is right. You two can sleep here, but your mommy needs to heal first. That means, while she can't walk yet because of her leg, you two are off limits to sleep here for now." "Alright, Daddy. But soon, we go swimming..." Lucy answered. "Later, you can go to the swimming pool with Uncle Tim and Libby." The kids jumped in unison. "We must leave Mommy here so she can rest, and I have something to settle. Let's ask Libby to prepare something for you." The twins nodded in unison. They were holding each hand of their father after planting a kiss on their mother's cheek. "Bye, Mommy." Rafaella was by herself. Even though she could not recall the two kids, she was ecstatic to see them and spend time with them. Seeing the sadness in their eyes when leaving her a while ago broke her heart. She had planned to do that once she would be well enough to walk alone. She took a deep breath and stared at her casted knee. She must wait a little longer to remove the cast surround
"I'm finished with the guests, Tim. Take care of them and make sure the kids are OK." "Right away," Timothy said. They might have information to share with you about that situation, so I'll also speak to our three other guests. "That's good. "Alexus silently nodded. When Timothy emerged, he asked Rafaella, Feeling better now?" "Yes, a little bit." "Hang on. I'm about to jump into bed." He turned to the other side of the bed, lowered his feet, and climbed onto the bed while her eyes silently followed him. He sat down on the edge of the bed and drew her very close. Rafaella's face was buried in his neck, and her head rested on his right shoulder. He told her, "You've got something to say. Would you mind explaining what you're doing on the balcony?" She said in a low, collected voice, "Just getting some fresh air. And I had no idea someone was standing behind the large trees, staring at the balcony. I believe he was staring at me." Alexus was stunned at what she said and was
“Fine. I had great moments with my old buddy Lambert. Thanks for taking care of the company while I was away.” "I guess, part of my job," he chuckled. "It's great to run this for a while, although it's not a cup of my tea barking at their shortcomings. To update you, Marla filed for divorce." Alexus was speechless for a moment at the unexpected update. "Why?" He asked as he managed to speak. "She wanted me to back her up by returning to work here. She said she doesn't need the big lump sum of cash you gave her for running the business while you were recuperating." "She can use it to fund her own business. She's good..." "Then why didn't you retain her?" "It's her ways of thinking I didn't like, conniving with Sandy and turning my secretary and admin to spy on me. So, I decided to clean up the termites here before I could continue running the business. How's Martin?" "He's working fine. I like working with him." "Yep. I'm glad that one was not corrupted by working with David.
"Yes, but I should get one as well..." "C'mon, Josh," interjected Timothy. His hand motioned the little boy to come to him. "Okay, Mommy," Joshua said as he approached the therapist. "Are you giving me a teddy bear?" Timothy put his arm around the boy's shoulder as they started to walk. "Stuffed toys are mostly for girls like your sister." "But what do I get? I did not receive anything..." "How about ice cream later?" Rafaella smiled but did not hear her son's answer. "I have no doubt my son has that jealous streak," she commented. "And somewhat possessive..." "That's normal with kids that age. Even if you deliver the twins by cesarean section, he will be considered the youngest of the two. He's the one who was very sensitive for the first two years as he gets sick quickly. Rafaella stared at the agent woman. "How did you know?" "Because I was mostly with you when I was your bodyguard." "Oh," she reacted in surprise. "I didn't know that..." "Gwen, you got a pho
Agents were skilled at producing props to mask the nature of their activity, the covert operation. She greatly respected their commitment to their effort to safeguard their subject and was in awe of their fearlessness.She continued to think about the agent woman. She hoped to resume the conversation she had begun earlier regarding the subject with Gwen. During their discussion, she deduced that the agent woman knew her and the twins just before her accident. She was intrigued by several things that bothered her, mainly how she and her spouse interacted.Her eyes drifted over the beautiful view of the sunset. There were no clouds in the sky and a lovely breeze across the land. The stars tonight bring back memories of the clear sky.She wished to be in the ocean but realized what her mind was doing was wrong. She must constantly exercise caution.She sighed and turned, allowing the pillows to puff up around her as she fell onto the hotel's king-sized bed. Her arms lay above her head. A
"Alright. All I can tell you now is that she used to be my girlfriend. But I'd rather you ask me about us in person." "Okay, that's fine. And thank you for telling me about her. Although--" "Wait. If a string of questions relates to her, you better ask me in person. So we save time for misunderstanding." "Why? Is there something I should know more about?" "That depends on how you react later when you think further. But what triggers you to ask me? That's more than a month she barged in here." "Do I need to explain why I asked you just now?" She answered evasively. "You seemed to be not in the mood. Shall I video call you?" "Not now," she denied. "You're right; I'm not in the mood to talk." "Alright. Do we have that monthly sickness?" Rafaella's eyes darted to the air. Her cheeks felt warm. "Well? Do I get an answer?" "Yeah, just done today but how did you know?" She admitted despite the embarrassment. "Because I know you... You do things you don't usually do unless you'
When Alexus drew in several long breaths, he reminded himself that he had best get under control. After turning off the water, he dried his hands and piled plates, silverware, and napkins on the casserole and salad tray. The doctor had cautioned him not to rush Rafaella. The neurologist concluded that a concussion caused Rafaella's memory loss, the shock of the attack, or both. Her condition would probably be transient. When the time was right, she would recall her identity and the specifics of her past. He planned to take care of her and work to regain her trust throughout the remaining days, weeks, or however much time he had. Alexus considered it a good idea to phone the detective in the interim and inform him of the most recent information regarding the attack that brought his wife and children to this community. He might just be paranoid, which was unrelated to Rafaella's attack. But the investigator gave the impression that he believed the incident to be more than just a botche