Nathalie’s POV I was about to get inside the mansion when I saw a familiar figure, but I doubt it was him. It would be impossible to see him out of his cave. “Nathalie Taylor!” I turned around and saw Harries waving at me. It had been so long since we last saw each other. She even nagged me because I was behaving unlike myself these past few months. “Harries!” I hugged her, and she kissed me on the cheek. Harries still treats me like a child, really. I motioned her to sit on the chair and asked a waiter to serve us food. “How was your trip?” “Terrible,” I furrowed my brows; this woman loves traveling like how she loves medicine. To hear her condemn her last trio like this, something must have had occurred. She rolled her eyes when a man greeted her with a kiss. Now I get it. Harries must have felt upset with her husband, Loki. He’s a businessman like Johannes though he majored in the medicine industry, the reason why he eventually met my best friend through the same acquaintanc
"You're here again," Yael tried to get up but gave up when she felt an exhausting pain inside her stomach. It was so painful that her eyes teared up. Johannes panicked and ran to her. Worrying, he told Yael, "This is why I always come here. I told you you don't have to get up when I come here. How could you be so stubborn!?" He shouted to the poor woman. Yarl stared at his enraged face and then averted her gaze, "I told you you don't have to come here... you... you found your home, Johannes," "Ken. You gave me that name. Use that," "Johannes—" "Are you really trying to make me mad? Johannes here, Johannes that! I fucking cannot remember anything related to that name, so damn it, just treat me as that penniless Ken before!" Johannes frustratedly told her. Yael had realized her mistake. She stared into his eyes and tried to read his confused emotion. Yael had met Johannes when he was still in the hospital. She assisted Johannes back then, and he had felt indebted to her kindness.
One week had passed since Nathalie and Johannes had a check-up. Nathalie is fine now, but the latter seemed different. Johannes stared at her sleeping figure. He had been doing this for almost a week now. After what he witnessed last time, Johannes always found himself inside her bedroom. Staying beside her while Nathalie cries in her sleep. Johannes could not understand what it was that pulled him to the woman he had lost memories of. Should he open himself for her, or should he cut every string connected to her? Johannes could not decide. "Nathalie... Nathalie Taylor," he muttered *** The chairman handed over the folder to General Smith. He’s a companion he had when he was just starting out, thus, confirming the trust between them. “We had been trying to figure out these cases before... I can’t believe such a young woman could do all these evil things,” “She’s crazy, Smith,” “Are you sure you want to hand it over to us?” General Smith asked the chairman. Miraflores Alej
“Uncle Ken,” Yohan sat beside him. Johannes was still staring at the door where the woman had left. The harsh sound of the rain was worrying him. ‘Nathalie hates the rain,’ he thought to himself. He furrowed his brows and realized that the fact that the woman hated the rain popped up out of his head out of nowhere. Was it a memory? Did he remember that from the past? “Uncle Ken?” Yohan called him again since Johannes did not respond the first time. Johannes then looked at him and messed up his hair. “Come here, bud,” Yohan sat on Johannes’s lap and lowered his face. Yohan rubbed his hands against each other and then looked at Johannes with teary eyes. “Did Mama make a mistake to Uncle Ken?” he asked, crying now. “Yohan is the bad boy because I lied,” “What?” Johannes asked, furrowing his brows now since he could not understand him all too well. Yohan jumped from his seat and took something from his pocket. “Yohan was mad when he learned that you were getting married. I thought
“Where are we going, Dad?” Julian asked his father while still yawning. He had just woken up from his afternoon nap when his father picked him up from his grandparent’s mansion. Julian Nathaniel Alejandro, Johannes felt proud while staring at his son’s ocean-blue eyes. “We’re going to the cemetery,” “Is Mom there?” Johannes looked at him with sad eyes and smiled, “Yes, Julian. We’re going to see Mom there,” Johannes fixed his son’s seatbelt and started the car’s engine. It had been seven years since Nathalie birthed Julian. He’s a big boy now who hates it when Johannes kisses him on the cheek. He used to giggle when his father did it, but now that he turned seven, he would glare at Johannes whenever he did that, especially when they were in a public place. Julian looked like Johannes, but his eyes took after Nathalie. Those deep blues of ocean that always enchanted Johannes. He could not help but stare at them whenever he had the chance. “Are we going to visit Abuelo too?” the
Love?What a rookie thing to include in a career. I will never understand why people want to give up something because of the thing called love. Just what the hell could this thing even do for you?Will it feed you?Will it give you the necessity to live?Will it give you your monthly payments to have the ability to provide for yourself?No.It will only give you headaches… heartaches.What a nuisance, right?That’s why I like my boss… though he’s a person who switches women on his lap like clothes he wears, he never commits to the thing called ‘love.’It was actually a weird question he asked in the interview before. I was surprised back then, but looking back, I’d still say the same answer and agree with his opinion.(Five years ago…)“Now, let me ask you a personal question,” he smirked. Personal? I thought they’d be professional with this interview since this is a huge company—what a joke. Well, I heard the starting salary is high, and I confirmed it earlier, so who cares, I guess?
Johannes took his car keys and drove as fast as he could. He called his secretary, Clinton. "Check every hospital, find Nathalie."[Nathalie?] but instead of answering, he ended the call and clenched his jaw. His veins were popping in his arms while he harshly took turns in every corner of the road. He glanced at his phone when a notification came. He made a rushed break when Clinton replied that Nathalie had a minor car accident but was safe and sound. Johannes did not bother replying and drove back to her unit instead.He waited there for a whole hour, 'What the hell is taking her so long? She's wasting my time. Tsk.'When the elevator opened, he saw Nathalie walking, confused, to his direction. Johannes was pissed. He thought something happened and made himself worried--- worried? He was annoyed even more with the thought.Why would he worry for a mere secretary? He was just concerned that Nathalie won't be able to attend the event with him. Her presence is a must to block the ladi
“Boss, this is the report on the start-up that visited you last time. Should I update you about their progress on their new business in Korea?”“You’re gonna visit the country?” Johannes asked, his eyes still focused on the screen of his computer. Nathalie looked at her schedule and nodded as a reply.“I got some free time next Friday,”“You’re going to New Zealand with me next Friday,” Johannes looked at her. Nathalie wrinkled her nose. “Why?”“What why?”“What’s the occasion, boss?” she asked. Johannes stared at her as if she were asking him a ridiculous question. “Do you need a reason to attend to your boss?” He lifted a side of his mouth and stood up, his hands inside his pocket; waiting for Nathalie to reply.“Well—” Nathalie stopped trying to start an argument when she saw Johannes staring at her still. “Yes, boss.” He smiled at her and went back to his swivel chair. Johannes stayed cooped up in his desk until midnight. He did not even notice the time until he called Nathalie an