"Madam, the table is ready," George informed Moriah. "Thanks, Uncle George, we'll be there in a while," Moriah responded, giving him her bright smile. "Much as I'd like this chattering goes on, guys, the table is ready now," she chuckled."Alright, let's eat, I'm famished," Cindy said, clapping her hands happily. "Do you really have to act like that?" Zachary started to annoy Cindy again. "Moriah is my friend and I don't have to wear a mask," Cindy retorted. "How about me and Jerome? Aren't you afraid that we'll be disgusted?" Zachary asked. Moriah looked over her shoulder when she heard the bantering began. "As for Jerome, I think he doesn't like a woman with a coy attitude and as for you, Mr Brown I don't mind if you are disgusted with me," she said with a huff and rolled her eyes. Jerome gave out a loud laugh, reaping a scowl from Zachary. "Even if you don't act like that, you already disgust me," Zachary fired back. "Said the man who always shows up at the hospital to se
Sensing that someone was looking at her, slowly, Moriah opened her eyes. "Good morning," Ethan greeted in his magnetic voice. "Good morning," Moriah greeted him back blandly and sat up. "I brought breakfast for you," Ethan said, took the breakfast tray and placed them over her lap. "I cooked that," Ethan said, Moriah gave him a suspicious stare. Ethan chuckled. "The chef told me what to do." Only after burning dozens of eggs and numerous bacon he was able to cook something that would be okay to eat. He also burned all the bread loaves. The chef jokingly complained that he nearly emptied the kitchen. And said they have to buy ingredients again. Moriah looked at the food and apparently it wasn't the chef who prepared the breakfast. The loaf bread was a bit burned. She looked back at her husband's face and her pathetic heart started to feel warm again, melting the ice. She smiled and hadn't noticed the tears at the corner of her eyes. "I'm sorry, baby," he said while reaching out t
"I haven't, sir," he answered and lowered his gaze as he was afraid to meet his boss's eyes. "Call, Matthew here," Ethan frantically barked his order, his voice echoed as he shouted. Ethan entered the mansion and called for George. Hearing Ethan bellowed his name he scurried toward him, wasting no time. “Sir?” "George, get a blanket," Ethan instructed, based on Ethan's tone George understood that it was an urgent matter so he hurriedly did as he was ordered. Matthew rushed into the mansion. "Sir?" "Gather the men to find my wife," he said, worry was all over his face. Immediately, Ethan came out from the mansion after George handed him the blanket.As they were headed to the woods, from afar, he spotted a woman coming out of the woods. He sighed in relief to see Moriah. His steps became urgent and walked faster. When he was near Moriah, Ethan covered her with the blanket and hugged her tightly.Moriah was puzzled to see Ethan with a worried look and there were a dozen men with
Moriah shook her head and lowered her gaze. She started digging in her food. Taking into account that George was present, she refrained from talking to her husband, scared that he would say embarrassing things. Moriah was thankful that Ethan ate and did not say anything until the dinner was over. After dinner, Ethan went to the study room while Moriah stayed in their bedroom and spent time reading a book. She didn’t know how long before she slept. The sun was beginning to peep out the clouds when Moriah woke up. The first thing she did was to look at the person lying beside her. Her heart brimmed with joy, watching him sleep. She wanted to kiss him, however, at the thought that she would wake up the beast in him and make her tired again, she chose not to disturb his sleep. Slowly, she turned, carefully getting up so she wouldn't wake him up. All of a sudden, she was pulled back on the bed. She yelped and screamed. "Are you startling me to death?" "Where are you going?" He pulled
Moriah obeyed to placate him. "You held his hand?" Ethan asked, sounding jealous. Moriah bit her bottom lip to stifle a laugh. "How could I realign his dislocated bone if I hadn't held his hand?" "It seemed that he was just making an excuse to see you?" He pulled her close to him and held her possessively. Moriah couldn't hold back any longer and rolled her eyes. Nevertheless, she was careful not to detonate a bomb. "He had an x - ray, the result was that his wrist was dislocated," Moriah explained to eradicate his suspicions. "Aren't we going home?" Moriah said, so she could divert his attention. "Okay," he said coldly and stood up to leave. He looked at Moriah when he sensed she wasn't moving. Frowning, he asked, "Why are you still sitting there?" "Help me get up," smiling brightly, she lifted her arms. The smile on her face was like a caress to his heart, bringing back the warmth. Ethan was delighted and went near her and pulled her up. Ethan held her hand as they walked
Shaun smirk and replied, "Unlike other women, Moriah is beautiful from the inside out. Some women thought that outward appearance would get a man's attention. They would dress in a manner that left nothing to the imagination. Moriah isn't one of them, that's why I fell in love with her." Hazel could tell from Shaun's tone that what he said was an indirect attack to her. Ethan looked at Shaun with a bone chilling gaze, Shaun didn't mind his icy cold stare. “Moriah is not only a beauty, she’s a beauty with a brain, unlike others,” Cindy chimed in, Hazel was livid but she wasn’t deterred to do her purpose. "You guys dated for how long?" Hazel asked, so she could drive a wedge between Ethan and Moriah. "Over a decade," Shaun answered. Zachary was relieved to see the server pushing the trolley inside the room. "The food is here," he said, to put an end to Hazel’s inquiry. Moriah let out a soft sigh, thankful that the server came just at the right time. She felt that Ethan would exp
Ethan noticed the gloom in his wife's eyes. Though he regretted saying those words to her. He never showed it. Not wanting to make things difficult for Moriah, Shaun said his goodbye and left. Moriah wanted to pull her hand from his grip, but chose not to. She had no energy left to have an argument with him. The emotional turmoil within her was taking its toll on her. An uncomfortable silence enveloped the car as they were heading home. "We are going to Manchester tomorrow," Ethan said, interrupting the silence. "I can't, I had only reported yesterday," Moriah said, shaking her head. "You don't want to leave because of Shaun? Am I right?" Ethan acted like an ogre. Moriah couldn't take any longer and burst into tears. She cried until they reached home. Her tears resulted in blurry eyes, hence she bumped into George upon entering the mansion. Ethan caught her in the nick of time. And lifted her in his arms, his movements deft. Moriah buried her face in his chest, still crying, we
"Dad, why don't you give the company to my half brother?" Ethan deliberately changed the subject, unwilling to discuss the subject further. "He isn't fit to take over the company. I've given him enough time to prove himself worthy of handling the company but he failed me." Brandon said and faced the French window, looking outside. "Son, your grandfather started this company, it's his legacy and I want it to continue, giving the reins to your brother, this company will sink in no time." After nearly an hour, Fiona came into the study. "Your wife is ready," Fiona said to his son. Just as Ethan was reaching for the door knob, Fiona spoke, "Son, take care of your wife. She's precious." Ethan froze for a moment and turned to look at his mother's eyes. "I will." He heard his mother let out a sigh when he was about to leave. Stepping into the room, Ethan froze and stopped dead. He saw Moriah standing near the French window, looking outside. Ethan surveyed her, the white business sui