MasukWYNNShe swung the door open. Caelyn stood there, eyes hollow. She held a plastic bag labelled Homemade delights in one hand, and her bag in the other. Something tells her this has something to do with a guy. "Why am I so unlucky?" Caelyn breathed. Yup. Definitely a guy. She sighed, then stepped aside for Caelyn to enter. "What is it this time? Another prince charming scammed you? Or is it another shameless two timer? Who do I need to kill?""My students father," Caelyn sighed. She trudged over to the dining table and sat down. Wynn blinked. Did she hear that right? "Isn't he like 50?""He's 42, but he doesn't look a day over 40."The look in her eyes screamed 'enchanted', and Wynn shook her head. "Tsk tsk tsk. You're absolutely smitten.""He's unlike any guy I've met before. He's sophisticated, adorable, mature and smart.""When did you meet him?""Today.""You got all that from a one-day meeting?""Well, I did have a late breakfast with him and his daughter—""Oh, Mom!"Caelyn
"Hello, Miss Hurst," Owen smiled, extending his arm for a handshake. "I'm Owen Langston; Riley's father."You have got to be kidding. She took his hand in a firm handshake. His grip was gentle, and his touch warm. "Riley has told me a lot about you.""Oh.." A low chuckle escaped her mouth. "She has?""Yeah. She's really fond of you. She never missed a chance to send pictures and updates."PICTURES?! She whipped her head in Riley's direction. She sent pictures to her father? Who does that?! Wait, then...Owen recognised her from the very beginning?!Riley had a grin plastered to her face, oblivious to her panic and utter confusion."Riley has always been shy. She tends to isolate herself, so I'm grateful to you for keeping her company and bringing her out of her shell.""It was my pleasure, Owe—um, Mr Langston," she forced a smile. "She's a really sweet and smart girl.""I'd love to treat you to a late breakfast, if it's okay with you.""Oh gee, um...I'm not sure I'm free. I have a lot
CAELYNA yawn broke through her lips as she walked down the street towards her favourite morning stop on her way to work; Homemade delights. It was just four blocks from her apartment, and she'd wake up every morning to the sweet smell of freshly baked bread and freshly brewed coffee. A smile graced her lips when she met eyes with Barbara; the owners daughter. She stood outside the bakery, sweeping. "Good morning, Caelyn," Barb beamed. "Good morning, Barb."She pushed the glass door open, and the smell of garlic bread hit her like a door to the face. She's going to have a hard time picking breakfast again. Not that it was new. Maybe she'll buy some for Wynn and Ethan. It was 7am. The bakery was basically empty, with just three customers—including her—present. Her eyes scanned the deserts seated neat and pretty in the display glasses. "Do you have any recommendations?" The voice sounded like thunder, a low pitched baritone—pulling her from her focus on bread, to the tall man stan
"HOW DARE YOU?! DO YOU THINK YOU CAN LIVE HOWEVER YOU WANT? YOU THINK YOU CAN BE FREE OF ME AFTER WHAT YOU DID?!"Her face was stained from tears. She held another ornament—a ceramic vase in her hand as she screamed. Wynn bolted towards Ethan, frantically searching his body for the wound. There it was—his bad arm! A shard of glass had cut him, causing a gaping wound. Luckily, it wasn't very deep. "Wynn, get inside," He ordered without as much as a glance at her. "Are you kidding?! I can't leave you in the same room as her! I'm calling the police.""Don't.""Why not?!""Just get inside, Wynn!""No!"She held his gaze. "I'm not going anywhere!""Who is she?" The woman's voice cut through the room like a knife. She pointed the vase at Wynn. Ethan stepped in front of Wynn, his large build completely blocking her view of the crazy woman. "Leave, Lauren," his tone riddled with threat. Lauren? "Are you dating her? Is that what this is?" Lauren chuckled bitterly. "What, so you're happ
"Ow! That hurts..." Ethan winced, holding Wynn closer to him. As if he wasn't heavy enough already. He had his arm around her shoulder, and her right arm supported his back.Ethan was finally discharged after 4 days. He stayed an extra day so that the Doctor could keep a closer eye on him after he'd stressed his wound a little too much.He could move his neck and grab onto her just fine 4 days ago, and now he's acting like a baby. "Just hold still! And why are you walking so slow?!""I'm not. You're just walking fast."Well, forgive her if she just wants to make it inside as fast as possible and not be so close to him! She groaned inside. Who knew she'd be signing up for six weeks of babysitting when she went to work on a Monday morning. "One foot up—feel for the edge with your leg before stepping forward!" She yelled. Making it up the stairs to his apartment was hard. But she had a feeling this wouldn't be the hardest thing she'd have to do. **"You have to help him apply warm comp
Not unless he can erase three years of emotional torture. But, it'd be a waste telling him that. She also couldn't be bothered to.She let out a sigh. "You shouldn't move around, Mr Sterling. You should go back to bed.""Why are you suddenly avoiding me?"Wynn's brows shot up. "Whatever gave you that idea? I'm simply giving you the space you need to rest. You getting hurt was my fault—""It wasn't," He interjected. His brows knitted together, his eyes searching hers. "Is that why?""Why what?""Why you're avoiding me.""It's not."His brows furrowed further. "Then why are you? Did I do something? Is it because I held your hand? Or did what I say make you uncomfortable?""Mr Sterling—""Ethan."She froze. His eyes seemed to hold more fear than it did confusion. "We're not at work. Please, call me Ethan.""And If I refuse?"Ethan looked away, probably deep in thought. He seemed conflicted, and to be honest, she liked it. Suffer some more, Ethan Sterling. "If you have nothing else to s







