Chapter 218.“Drystan…” Rosealba called, trying to sit properly, but the pain wouldn’t let her.“Hey…” he called gently, holding her back softly.“Don’t… You are still recovering…”Rosealba let out a gentle nod, relaxing.Drystan knelt on the floor, his hand holding onto hers.His heart was still fluttering, and his stomach was still flipping from hearing her call his name.It felt like decades, like forever since she last called his name.And just that tiny, beautiful voice made his heart flutter—his eyes held onto her side profile.She was glaring at the ceiling, trying to contain the tears that were brewing in her eyes.Drystan smiled, but that smile came with a tear.A tear of joy.A tear of relief—one he didn’t even feel until it stung.It rolled once, then twice.His lashes fluttered, and realization dawned on him.He was crying?Really crying?So? What if he was?It was a moment to celebrate.A moment of peace.She was back—to him.To being his forever.Rosealba caught the tear
Chapter 217.Drystan held onto the hospital wheel, one hand pushing it forward, while the other held onto Rosealba’s cheek, shaking her gently with fright carved onto his face.“Sunshine…” he shook her bloodied face, his heart shaking against his chest.He had witnessed the accident.It was brutal. Deadly. And planned.The truck driver had targeted her. The moment he brushed her car and pushed it into a tree, he ran off immediately, zooming into the air like it had all been rehearsed.Immediately, he forwarded the truck number to Eric, asking him to investigate it.Thank God he was there. Thank God, because the police had taken too long to come. If he hadn’t been just minutes behind, Rosealba would’ve bled longer. Maybe to death.Now, it brought him to the question.Where was she going to?Being in denial didn’t mean he wasn’t right.She seemed like she had been driving to go see him. It seemed like she was headed straight for his estate.His heart thrummed harder in his chest.He had
Chapter 216. Rosealba cleared her office desk. It was time to go home. Time to change into that timeless dinner gown that Drystan would so fucking tear off her body. God! She had imagined herself in that fit. The look on his face, the gentle smile that didn't do too much but always always melted her heart. Today. Everything was going to end. All the pains, the troubles. The chaos. After clearing her desk, Rosealba grabbed her bag and car keys, approaching Emilia’s office. By the time she got there, Emilia was nowhere to be found.Her brows knitted in worry.Her office door was locked, which only signified that she had gone home.Emilia would never go home without her. Was everything fine?She reached for her phone, placing a call through to Emilia, but it bounced back all three times.Her heart gently began to thunder against her chest.What if… what if something—Could something bad have happened?Or?Then a staff walked past.“Excuse me,” Rosealba beckoned. “Have you seen Miss E
Chapter 215. Emilia’s heart skipped at the sight of Rosealba, who was currently standing at the door with an expression that mirrored her inner confusion.“Rose…” Emilia called, blinking, stuttering.Rosealba blinked back, glaring at the two authors who were currently approaching the door.The moment they stepped out, silence settled into the room—yet it felt so uncomfortably loud against their ears.Emilia took in an inhale.“Look… Rose. I can explain.”Rosealba’s head fell into a gentle nod, entertaining. Urging her to continue.“It’s not what you think…”“Then tell me!” Rosealba snapped, losing her mind before she could even realize it.Emilia stood still, dazed. Rosealba never raised her voice.Never.“You own the company,” Emilia said, and Rosealba’s brows knitted and tugged into further confusion.She looked around, more like asking herself when she purchased the company.“How?” The words slipped past her lips.“Mr. Merikh bought the whole building, including the company name,
Chapter 214. Rosealba sat beside her desk. Her eyes were fixed to her screen, cheeks stretched into a wide smile. Soon… soon she would unite with Drystan. She could feel it. In the way her heart moved, in the way anger no longer rose when she thought about him, in the way her heart smiled with thoughts of him. In the way she suddenly didn’t feel any pain or resentment whenever his name lingered at the back of her head. It’s been two weeks since she was gifted a car. She had almost called him. Almost drove over to his house to celebrate this little win. But she wanted to be certain of what she felt first. She didn’t want to act on impulse. She didn’t want to act and regret it later. And now… now that she was certain about how she was feeling—about how much she couldn’t live a life that didn’t include him—she had booked a private reservation. She had booked a private reservation at the restaurant where he had given her the ring. She had even given them a means to reach out to him.
Chapter 213.Rosealba sat on the opulent chair, directly opposite Emilia.Thanks to Emilia, they were both sitting here in a dark restaurant after she had dragged Rosealba to come celebrate the win.The bartender returned with their order, lying it carefully on the table.“Congratulations on your new win,” the bartender said, a spontaneous smile on his face.“You are such an extremist!” Rosealba said, heaving out a sigh.“Do you not get tired of celebrating?”“Tired?” Emilia repeated, grabbing her cutleries.“No. No, I don’t. Life is too brief to not live it to the fullest. We will celebrate every little win because those are the memories we will hold onto.”Rosealba’s cheeks stretched, mood lightening up.She grabbed her cutleries, glaring at her plate without altering another word.Emilia had said everything right. Life was too brief to not celebrate every little moment.The heaviness that had sat on Rosealba’s chest over the past few weeks seemed to dissolve just a little.Rosealba