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I couldn't help but wonder what was preventing him from advancing. Was he getting increasingly irked with the current ambiance in the hallway, now that I was present? He approached me, causing me to feel a flutter of nerves. I wasn't sure if I should flee or stand my ground and watch him come closer. "Casslie, it's been a long time," he said, speaking slowly as I cautiously met his gaze. "I had no idea you were here in the Philippines too." "I've been here for over a week now," I responded succinctly, and he studied me intently. Of course, Casslie! Iffin you! He's probably just visiting his grandfather! What else would he be doing here? "I was on my way there now," he answered, and I gazed at him thoughtfully. I informed him that I would be heading back to Grandpa Alexander's room to say farewell. We made our way to his room in silence, with my mind focused on the jumbled thoughts swirling in my head, and Zach simply observing the flowers he had placed on Grandpa Alexander's tabl
Zach and I stood there in the crowded room, surrounded by the people we loved, when Grandfather Alexander made the announcement, we had all been waiting for. "I'm cancer-free," he said with a small smile, his eyes flickering with relief and gratitude.Tears prickled in my eyes as I watched him, unable to believe that after more than a year of confinement in the hospital, he had finally overcome the disease that had plagued him for so long. Although he still struggled to stand properly, his physical tests were gradually improving, thanks to the tireless work of his therapists.But then, the room erupted with another shout, and I turned to see Haze leaping onto the table, a wild grin spread across his face. "It's a boy!" he screamed; his arms flung wide in jubilation. "I'm having a son!"Zach's hand tightened around mine, pulling me closer to him as we shared in the joy of the moment. He beamed at Haze; his pride evident in his every movement. He kissed my forehead, his joy overflowing.
I kept honking the horn of my car. What the heck! The owner of this parked vehicle in the middle of the subdivision road has no shame. I'm late! Just one minute late! I really don't want Grandma to get mad at me because I was late for her 68th birthday. Since there was no one passing by, out of frustration, I got out of my vehicle and approached the obstructing car. A red Maserati. Its owner seems rich. Maybe? Not sure. As I got closer, I forcefully banged on the driver's door. "You foolish person! Get out of your car in the middle of this road!" I yelled with all my strength, simultaneously hitting the car's windshield. It took me six bangs and six yells before the driver's window opened. A person who looked like he just woke up greeted me. He was squinting, trying to get rid of something on their face. What the heck? Was he sleeping? In the middle of this road! For how long? Why didn't anyone notice? I examined him. He was a good-looking man. His deep brown eyes stared at me. He
"Hey, Kay Kay!" Mikaella greeted me. She was with our two twin cousins. "Hi, Cuz!" Shanna greeted me. Haze simply nodded his head at me. "Hello." I sat in an empty chair next to Mikaella. Kay Kay is what Mikaella calls me. I've gotten used to her calling me that. It sucks, you know. I reached for a glass of wine carried by a waiter on a serving tray. I took a sip. Mikaella had beautiful azure eyes and long blonde hair. She had a touch of girlishness but was incredibly compassionate. Shanna had stunning eyes that matched her innocent face, but she could be a brat to those she didn't like. Haze, on the other hand, had a bad boy vibe with his heavily lined black eyeliner and a black earring on his left ear. His long layered hair had side bangs. Both twins had beautiful, slightly blurry green eyes. Haze was too serious and grumpy at times. That's why I sometimes dislike him. I hate his attitude. Cutie Zen was sitting on Grandma's lap. He's 4 years old and has a chubby face. He's so ador
I couldn't sleep because of what Zach said to me. Was he just trying to give me a hard time by asking for such a favor? Hella! I'm the one doing him a favor, yet he expects me to give him a favor in return? What's his reason for asking that favor? He's a damn playboy! Damn him, I want to crush his face. Be my wife, his face flashed in my mind. He should end up with Grace, and I'll work with that once I'm in the Philippines. After the celebration, my cousins, along with my mom and dad, stayed at our house. My three aunts went back to the hotel where they were staying with their husbands. As for Zach? I don't know, he went back to wherever he lives. He's rich enough to have a place to stay here in California. He didn't talk to me anymore after I punched him in the stomach because of what he said. What does he think of me? Becoming his wife out of all people? Is he insane? I shook my head, trying to remove that jerk from my mind. I sat up from lying down. I wanted to go back to the Ph
"Are you sleeping?" he asked again, and I kept my eyes closed, my arms crossed over my chest, and my lips pressed tightly together. "You haven't slept well, have you?" he continued, as if we were old friends. He had been at my grandmother's house when I arrived, and he seemed to be trying to console me about the news of our arranged marriage. But his attempts were futile. I let out a loud snore to signal that I was sleeping, hoping he would take the hint and stop pestering me. I had never encountered such a talkative and nosy man before. "I know you're listening, and you're angry," he said with a chuckle. Of course I was angry. My parents had left earlier, leaving me alone with this man. Our supposed family bonding time had been shattered by the news of the arranged marriage. I stop snoring and lean toward the window. But my eyes shut open, hearing his laugh, which is gnawing at my ears as if I want to strangle him until life is not on him.“I won’t disturb you, sleep well,” he say
People like him are people I don’t like.It reminds me of someone who broke my pieces and how I became foolish in the so-called love. My face hardens, and I stand up from my seat. I take the luggage from him and don’t need his help.“What did I do?” Zach inquires from behind me. “You’re frowning again, Cairen.”“I’m like this when I’m woken up,” I reason.I hear him chuckle softly. “You want to go back and sleep? Why not if it makes you feel better.”I halt down the stairs, and my face bumps into his chest with my sudden turn. He steps backward. “Are you mad again that I hit you? It is an accident.” He looks at me in worry. I couldn't help but notice the way he looked at me, as though I might lash out at him at any moment. It was just the two of us left, and I couldn't help but let out a weary sigh. "You have a talent for getting under my skin," I remarked, gesturing my finger to my mouth, as if to zip it shut. He responded by mimicking the gesture, giving me an OK sign. I shot him
As I climbed the stairs, my headache throbbed. I had barely slept last night, and I was feeling the effects of jet lag. All I could think about was getting my hands on a glass of whiskey or hard liquor to ease my aching head. As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw my mother coming out of the kitchen with a warm smile on her face. I tried to force a smile, hoping it would hide my discomfort. "Good morning, Ma!" I said, trying to sound cheerful. "How was your sleep?" Mama asked, her gaze fixed on me. I was torn between telling her the truth and pretending everything was fine. But I decided to go with the latter. "It was good, Ma. Where's Papa?" I looked around, still adjusting to the feeling of wearing a dress and braiding my hair in the style of my twin, Cairen. "Your father had to leave town to manage our grocery store and bakeshop," Mama said. "But go ahead and have your breakfast. I'll be leaving for town shortly." I nodded and headed for the kitchen, but my smile faded as I