Celia was busy zipping the lunchbox in her hand when she bumped into someone at the hospital entrance. She looked up to apologize, but the words got stuck in her throat it never came out.She was struck with shock and surprise to see the man standing before her, hale and hearty, although she did not wish him harm. How long has it been, fifteen or ten years?"Nice to meet you, Celia, I'm really surprised to see you here, are you sick or something? " Laurent asked with a fake concern in his voice, watching the young lady closely.It's not nice meeting you, too, Celia wanted to say. "Mr Laurent, what a pleasant surprise," she bowed in respect with a fake smile masked on her face, clutching the lunchbox tightly as if it was of any interest to her former boss."We really need a lot of things to catch up on. That's if you are not in a hurry, please let's head to the cafe," Laurent said, pointing to the small cafe at the end of the hospital.I never knew we shared that kind of relationship,
Marco noticed that Rebecca had changed her attitude towards him after he treated her nicely a fortnight ago. She was cold and submitted to him, carrying out her task without putting up a fight, and instead of doing it to make him happy, it was otherwise.It was like walking on needles, walking carefully so they wouldn't pierce him. He had wanted on many occasions to speak to her about it, but it was either she was in Laurent's presence, or locked up in her room.His eyes lit with relief when he saw her coming from the poolside in her swimsuit with a towel around her waist. She looked at him and averted her gaze the moment their eyes met, and he was convinced that it was a deliberate action from him. What has he done to warrant this silent treatment other than being nice to her? It is now that he needs to answer his question. Laurent has gone out, so he has all day to probe her."Rebecca, what's going on? You've been acting weird after that night, and it's no good," Marco said, his ha
Laurent was too busy these days to be bothered by whatever Marco and Rebecca were doing. He was determined to transfer the ownership of the company to him within just three months, or else Don would have his head on a platter.He took his bath, ate his breakfast, and set out for the hospital. The finances for running the house still came from Ralph's purse. Starting from the food to the water they drink, and the payment of the staff's salaries. Ralph handled everything by transferring money into the mansion account every month.Laurent gave the driver the description of where they were going, which took roughly about took fifteen minutes to the family hospital. He instructed the driver to wait for him in the car while he went to attend to his business.Taking the elevator down to the first floor, he turned left towards Dr. Ben's office. After a slight knock, he stepped inside, and he heard Dr. Ben's voice coming from within."Mr Laurent, what a surprise to see you, how have you been?"
Rebecca was holding onto her red heels with one hand as she entered the mansion. It was just after eleven at night, and the only noise was the ticking of that old clock in the house.She felt a bit tipsy, and her vision tried to betray her; well, it was a miracle she could actually plant her feet onto the floor."Where are you coming from at this late hour?" a young deep voice asked as her hand hit the door knob.She paused, her hand twisting the knob. Slowly, she turned to look behind her and hissed when her eyes landed on Marco. She didn't reply but cursed a hundred times in her head before twisting the knob and entering her room. She slumped on the bed, with her heels flying in the air, her heavy eyelid closing in surrender to sleep.She heard the door open but paid no attention to whoever it was because she already knew.Marco.It was indeed him, and he was infuriated by her deliberate action of ignoring him; he followed her into the room. His eyes feasted on her exposed thigh and
Ralph went back home after leaving the clubhouse to take a bath; his body reeked of sweat and Rebecca's scent. Without a second thought, he discarded his clothes into the trash can, never to be worn again. The threat he had sent to the media house had worked like a charm, and they had all taken down the post. Apparently, their reputation mattered more than their scoop. One problem temporarily handled.Silva's mom had gone back home after days of taking care of her at the hospital with little or no improvement at all. Silva often drifted in and out of consciousness, and it really bothered him. Dr Ben had assured him that it was due to the medications.Ralph was hoping he could take her back home as soon as possible. He feared for her safety because it was only a matter of time before his father would connect the dots. He might not do it himself and would resolve to hire one of the nurses to do his dirty work. That will be his worst nightmare. The very idea sent a chill down Ralph's s
The room was dark, but Ralph immediately picked her out from the entrance. Every detail about her he still remembered. Out of the hundred heads dancing in the dimly lit room, Ralph could recognize Rebecca's red hair from the entrance, which was unusual that he did. He still remembers every vivid detail about her. Making his way through the throng, he pushed his way towards her.Earlier in the day, he instructed his detective to man their former house and report to him if he sees Rebecca leaving the house. The detective tailed her, and he sent the location of this club to him.The detective’s message had been short:“She’s here. Club Phoenix.” It was one of the clubs that they had been to together while still dating; the memories they had here were still etched in his mind. Rebecca, still moving seductively on the dance floor, was oblivious to the man approaching from behind until she suddenly felt a firm arm wrap around her waist, pulling her roughly against him as they moved to th