FAZER LOGIN“M-Matthew?”“Where is he?!”ZENNA STEPPED BACK when Matthew shot her a sharp glare. What did he mean by “Where is he?” Who was he referring to? Panic suddenly struck her when she remembered her sleeping son. *Was he talking about Nate?*“Where is Hidalgo, Zenna?”At that, she calmed down a little. She thought he had already found out about Nate. The fury in his eyes was unmistakable. He looked as though he was ready to kill someone. She swallowed hard as her knees suddenly weakened.“H-He’s not here, Matt.”“Liar! Don’t lie to me, Zenna!”The force of his shout nearly deafened her.“I’m not lying. And can you please stop shouting?”She remained calm despite the man’s incomprehensible behavior. What was making him so angry this time?“Was I not enough that you had to go back to Hidalgo?”Bitterness laced his voice. She also caught the pain that flashed through his eyes before it quickly disappeared and was replaced by resentment.“How many times do I have to tell you that Robert is ju
ZENNA volunteered to wash the dishes after they finished eating. She was humming cheerfully while washing the plates when Matthew suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist. She had not noticed that the man was already standing behind her. “I missed you,” he whispered against her ear before gathering her hair to one side and pressing a kiss against the nape of her neck. A shiver ran through her entire body at the simple touch of his lips against her skin. She could no longer continue washing the dishes when the man’s hands began to wander. “Matt…” she tried to stop him, her voice trembling as his hand moved to the button of her pants. “I want you, sweetheart,” he murmured before kissing her neck and shoulders again. Her skin seemed to burn wherever his lips touched her, even through her clothes. He lowered her pants together with her underwear down to her knees. His hand immediately caressed her exposed backside. She jerked and stiffened when he smacked one of her cheeks. The sla
HEAVY rain poured outside as Zenna peeked through the window of her room. It was probably brought by the low-pressure area reported yesterday. She carried Nate in her arms while staring out the window, teaching him how to sing *Rain, Rain, Go Away*. Even though the child still spoke unclearly and in broken words, he happily sang along with her. He even clapped his tiny hands when they finished the song. “Geyn! Geyn, My!” She let out a soft giggle at her son’s insistence that they sing it again. “Again? Okay.” She tightened her embrace around him and resisted the urge to shower his face and neck with kisses before singing the song once more. Nate’s laughter filled the room as she sang to him again. Nathaniel must have been exhausted from playing because he fell asleep immediately after she bathed and fed him. The mother and son were unable to attend Sunday Mass because of the nonstop heavy rain. Instead, they spent the entire day inside the house together. She had just laid her so
ZENNA could feel Matthew’s intense anger as soon as they stepped out of the bar. Even now that they were inside the car, his fury had not subsided. His expression remained dark, clearly still affected by his fight with Robert. His attention was fixed on driving. She noticed the movement of his jaw and the veins on his arms, a sign of how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel. She held on as the car sped up even more. This wasn’t new to her—he had done the same thing before when he got angry for reasons she didn’t even understand. She didn’t have the courage to speak. She was afraid it might only make things worse. So she tightly shut her eyes and silently prayed that they wouldn’t get into an accident. She almost lurched forward onto the dashboard when the car suddenly stopped. She opened her eyes only when she heard the engine shut off, followed by the door opening and slamming shut. She realized they were already at Matthew’s condo. “Get out!” he ordered loudly as he opened
BECAUSE the Design Department’s presentation to the Manager and CEO of La Fashionista had been a success, Zenna’s coworkers agreed to celebrate on Saturday night. They decided to go to a bar in BGC. She initially didn’t want to go, but Arianne and the others eventually convinced her. And so, there she was now, with Gabriella, Maverick, Marceline, Jersey, JC—and of course, Yvette—enjoying the night. “There are a lot of rich, handsome guys who come here. Hopefully, I can take one home later,” Maverick said desperately. “I heard this is where the Ricaforte cousins usually hang out,” Gabriella added. She gave Zenna a meaningful look, which almost made her choke on her Margarita. Jersey, JC, and Marceline immediately turned their attention to her, their gazes fixed on her. Yvette was busy with her phone, looking restless as if she were waiting for someone. Meanwhile, Arianne was quietly sipping her Fresh Fruit Cocktail. “Maybe we’ll see them here. Those cousins are so handsome, especi
SHE quickly averted her gaze when Matthew emerged from the fiberglass pool. She had been unable to focus on the Dress for Summer Collection she was sketching for La Fashionista. It was the company’s new project, and she needed to finish it as soon as possible. She wished she hadn’t accepted his invitation to come over to his place that day. He had said it would be better there and that she would be able to think of new designs more easily. He was right. The location of Matthew’s condo was beautiful—high up, overlooking the entire city. They were on the rooftop now, and she could see the towering, elegant buildings spread across the skyline. It was a relaxing view, and it inspired her to come up with fresh summer dress designs. But Matthew himself was far too distracting. He was pulling her attention away, making her lose focus. “Don’t you want to cool off for a bit?” Matthew asked. From the corner of her eye, she saw him approaching her. Water dripped from his hair and body. She







