MasukShe had grown used to seeing him in his loud floral Hawaiian shirts, but never in something like this. And she couldn’t quite explain why it amused her so much.Was it because he looked oddly… endearing, wearing that apron?Damn it. Just last night, she had been seething with anger at him. That very
Phillian’s lips pressed shut once more, as though sealing in whatever words had threatened to escape. He fell silent, lost in thought.Then, without another word, he quietly walked toward the bedroom door, opened it, and stepped out. But before closing it, he turned back to her, his eyes resting on
Calley didn’t know how long she had been staring at the painting hanging above the headboard in Phillian’s room. It was a different painting now—not the one he had once made for her.Of course, Phillian had taken that down. Why wouldn’t he?But…Her gaze wandered across the room, unsettled. Why had
The loud ringtone jolted Calley awake, making her straighten in her seat. She turned her head to the side, catching sight of Phillian still focused on the wheel, driving steadily.She blinked, groggy. She hadn’t even realized she had fallen asleep. Shaking off the haze, she shifted her gaze out the
“Phillian! What are you doing?! You can’t force me to come back to Asteria!”“Who told you I’m bringing you back there?”She froze.Where was Phillian planning to take her?When the only possible place dawned on her, she gasped. But she didn’t have the chance to speak again before they reached the t
“Ugh, you look terrible.”That was the first thing Sacred said when they met, two days after she had confirmed her condition. They met at a restaurant near her apartment.“I had to fly all the way from Texas just to meet you,” he said as he sat across from her, his gaze fixed. “Make sure this is wor
Yes, Phillian had a soft and kind heart. She was certain that in time, he would forgive her.But before she left, she needed to speak with him. She needed to say the words she had failed to tell him the last time they spoke. She would confess that he was the only man she had ever loved, the only one
Phillian’s POV. “Will you marry me?”He froze at Calley’s question. The words hit him like a slap, jolting him out of the haze of their intimacy. He hadn’t seen it coming. A proposal—thrown at him only minutes after they had just made love?Why did she have to ruin this moment? His body was still h
She ignored the rising storm of dread clawing up her chest. Her heart was already aching enough from everything that had happened between her and Phillian, and now this?The woman at the kitchen entry stepped out fully and faced her. Calley’s gaze fell on the clothing draped over her body. That was
Now it was past six in the evening. She had continued painting under the glow of the outdoor lamps on the veranda. Phillian’s gift to her, a sleek new cellphone, rested beside her paint brushes, waiting for his call or message. He had been gone the whole day without reaching out, but she didn’t mind







