Ethan's POV~Silence ensued for a while. I breathed deeply as I glanced at Jasmine, expecting her to chime in, but all she did was watch me expectantly with raised brows, trying to pass a message to me.Her mom's lips curled upwards, eyes filled with curiosity as she flicked her gaze between us. Her husband, Mr Montes, cleared his throat, breaking the silence that had ensued. His gaze intensified on me, as if sensing how uneasy I was. Some maids roamed around, carrying out their busy schedule. Two maids in crisp black ironed dresses approached us with a tray of refreshments.One bent and dropped the tray on the table with a soft thud. I looked down at the palatable meal but sadly, I didn't have any appetite.I raised my head to meet Jasmine's father's gaze once again. He nodded, still keeping that forced smile on his eager face, trying to look enthusiastic but deep down, I could tell that he was worried about my commitment to his daughter.Jasmine's father held me in high regards. H
Ethan's POV~I took in a deep breath, her words settling like a heavy weight on my shoulders. The truth was, I wasn't ready to marry Jasmine. I've been having thoughts of canceling our plans for a wedding but I just couldn't bring myself to do it, not after all the promises and expectations from our families. I could recall the last outing my mom went with her friends. They'd asked about me and Jasmine and out of excitement, my mom revealed my plans to get married in the coming months. Their questions were unexpected but what was more frustrating was my mom spilling out everything with confidence, without even waiting for me to reply. Jasmine stepped towards me and slid her hands around my waist. With her head on my chest, she breathed deeply, loving the comfort of being in my arms and the steady beat of my heart. We remained in that position for what felt like a minute, her thoughts filled with hopes about our wedding while mine was a jumbled mess, conflicted by several emotions..
Ethan's POV~Janine's face twisted into confusion, a quizzical expression on her face. She took a step further, and scanned the faces of everyone outside– reporters, paparazzis and curious onlookers– demanding answers about what had drawn them to this spot and the drama that must have unfolded. The camera clicks at my face from a distance but I snapped my gaze from it, uninterested. This wasn't the time for attention. I had more important things to do than posing for cameras. Besides, I see no reason they should take pictures of me since all they wanted was some juicy information from the scene that was unfolding. Scarlett glanced in Dylan's direction before meeting my gaze. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at my grip on her wrist. When she sensed Jasmine's presence, she yanked her hands from my grip and took a step back.“What are you doing with my husband?” Jasmine asked, her voice filled with disdain. Scarlett’s eyes were red-rimmed from unshed tears after a harsh conversation with
Ethan's POV~The sharp scent of disinfectant hung heavily in the air. The ticking clock echoed through the waiting room, a relentless reminder of a passing moment. My expression remained tensed, my breath heavy as I paced the room, a line of worry on my forehead. Eric was still undergoing his surgery and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anxiety and hope. My heart raced and I let out a deep breath, praying for a successful outcome and a speedy recovery. The silence was heavy, making it hard to breathe. All I needed was news and updates about the surgery. Are they done? How is Eric? Is he fine? Several questions crossed my mind and I could feel every fear threatening to consume me. I walked to the door, crossed my arms and bit my lower lips, my anxiety going through the roof. And then, my thoughts drifted towards Scarlett. It's almost forty minutes and I haven't seen her. She left the waiting room a few minutes ago but I have no clue where she could be? This is unlike her. She can
Scarlett's POV ~“Scarlett! Please, we need to talk.” Dylan mumbled, his eyes locked on mine. I shook my head, trying to figure out just more important reasons I had to leave so I wouldn't end up listening to whatever it was he wanted to say. Even as I tried to think of an excuse, I came up with nothing, realising I couldn't avoid the conversation. I took a deep breath, my eyes meeting him as if drawn by an unseen force. My mind swirled with a mix of emotions, and as he pulled me towards him, I could feel my anger boiling over, my fist clenched against his chest.“Dylan, let go of me this instant,” I mumbled, more like a threat. “Dylan!” I called once more when he tightened his grip on my wrist, his eyes filled with curiosity.My eyes flashed with resentment as I glared up at him. As I struggled in his grip, he held me closer to him, his hands wrapping around my waist. Our faces were an inch apart, but my resistance didn't melt away. Even as his hands trailed my skin, I couldn't resp
Author's POV ~ Scarlett moved closer, her eyes fixed on Jasmine who was heading out of the lobby. With quick, stealthy steps, she stepped out of the lobby and raised her head slightly, trying to listen in on Jasmine's conversation with her caller. Scarlett watched closely as Jasmine peered around, trying to see if she was being watched. A gasp escaped Scarlet's lips as she hid at a corner, her back coming in contact with the wall. She placed her hands on her chest, her breathing heavier than before. Jasmine was close to seeing her. Only God knows what would have happened if she had locked eyes with her. It wouldn't be good because Jasmine would suspect she was spying on her, and she might cause a scene. Luckily, that didn't happen and Scarlett could still continue with her plan to gather information without being detected. Her grip on her phone tightened. She moved out of her hiding spot and neared closer, her eyes fixed on Jasmine who had now gotten into her car. Scarlet's phone