"What's going on here?" A voice interrupted Ariana's rebellion. Chris half-bent, opened Ariana's tent door with sleepy eyes. "You?!" His gaze focused on Gerald. The two men locked eyes in the darkness. Ariana, witnessing it all, was momentarily frozen. "What are you doing here?" Chris asked again. "Picking up my wife, of course," Gerald replied sweetly. "Your wife?" Chris glanced between Ariana and Gerald. One forgotten fact was that Ariana never mentioned her husband's name to Chris. "Is he your husband?" Chris now turned his full attention to Ariana. "A husband I never wanted," Ariana defended herself. She could free herself from Gerald and approached Chris when his attention shifted. "Remember, he's not the husband I wanted," Ariana growled. Chris chuckled, looking at Gerald mockingly. "So, your character hasn't changed, huh?" Chris asked scornfully. He and Ariana were outside the tent while Gerald remained half-crouched inside. Ariana pulled Chris back as Gerald stood up and
They finally reached the top of the stairs. Gerald was truly out of breath. Yet, he hadn't let Ariana down. When Yosef opened the car door, only then did Gerald drop Ariana onto the seat. Under the car's light, Gerald could finally see his wife. She was wearing a long-sleeved sweater and sports pants that looked warm. Her hair was tousled messily, a result of her resistance throughout the journey. And her feet? Gerald felt guilty seeing her barefoot, not even wearing socks. "Get in," he ordered Ariana. However, Ariana didn't move at all. She continued to gaze at Gerald challengingly. Gerald wasn't clueless. He secured Ariana with a seatbelt before he himself got in and sat in the seat next to her. "Drive!" he commanded the driver. The man in his forties nodded and immediately started the car. Ariana paid no attention to the three men inside the car. She didn't bother to tidy herself up. She preferred to look outside the dark car window rather than at Gerald. She sought a comforta
"Can you guess what she wants to say?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Gerald frowned. "I'll tell you what we talk about." Ariana said, tapping her chest lightly. "Later." She continued before leaving Gerald and following the household assistant downstairs to the first floor. Mrs. Caitlyn looked incredibly elegant in her expensive attire. Even the handbag she held, Ariana was sure, could be worth a brand-new motorcycle. The woman appeared to be accompanied by Gerald's mother, Ariana's impromptu mother-in-law. Deliberately, Ariana tapped her house slippers louder on the floor. She did this, of course, to attract the attention of the two women. "I heard I have a visitor. Little did I know you came here to see me. Is there something I can help you with?" Ariana asked skeptically. Mrs. Caitlyn rose from her seat and approached. Perhaps she wanted to engage in the customary small talk they usually did - cheek kisses and pleasantries. But sorry, Ariana was not from the elegant circles. S
Ariana angrily pushed the restaurant door open. Amber, who happened to be at the front office, looked at her in surprise. "Oh my God, look who's here, the newlywed with such a sour face. What happened? Didn't get your share last night?" Amber teased. Dara, who was next to her, chuckled. "Where's my phone?" Ariana asked, ignoring her cousin and best friend's sarcasm. "Why are you asking me? Your husband took it home, didn't he?" Amber replied honestly. Ariana gaped. Then she rolled her eyes. She was really in a bad mood now. "Why didn't he say anything?" she grumbled as she headed upstairs. "You don't want to handle the kitchen first!" Amber shouted. Ariana glanced at her and then glared. "Why do you and Jody exist if I can't have a vacation?" she jeered, glaring. "I don't want to be disturbed! I want to meditate upstairs. Beware if anyone knocks on the door!" she yelled, continuing to climb the stairs to her private room. Amber and Dara exchanged puzzled glances, but then they co
"Has she returned?" Gerald asked Yosef. It was the umpteenth time he had posed this question to his assistant. Eventually, Gerald decided to go to the office because he couldn't keep going to the restaurant and disturbing Ariana incessantly. Not that he didn't want to meet her, but he knew she was upset, and Gerald wanted to give her some space for a while. "No, Sir. Not yet," replied Yosef. Gerald glanced at his watch; it was already five o'clock. "Are your staff members still keeping an eye on her?" he inquired again. "Yes, Sir. They said they haven't seen Madam after she went upstairs," Yosef confirmed. Gerald could only nod again. "Make sure they don't get complacent. If they do, I'll cut off their legs, hands, and gouge out their eyes!" he threatened. "Yes, Sir!" was Yosef's reply. Gerald turned his attention to another assistant who stood before him. "What's going on?" he asked the man, who was three years his junior. "As you predicted. After finding out that you got marrie
"Ariana left the restaurant with a takeout bag in her hand. She continued to ignore Gerald, who walked beside her. Her vision was getting blurry, and the sky was darkening. Ariana kept walking, and Gerald's hand gesture made her stumble for a moment. "Where are you going?" the man asked irritably. "Home!" Ariana replied, annoyed. "Home? Your home is where Axel and I are!" Gerald retorted, equally irritated. Axel. Ariana did forget about that kid today. But who cared? She just had to act normal in front of Axel if there were any officials from the department coming for a survey later. Besides that, she had no obligations toward Axel. Or the man in front of her. "Home?" Ariana looked at the man mockingly. "Home is where you want to go back. It's where you feel comfortable and wanted." Ariana said sarcastically. "And I don't want to go back there. I don't feel comfortable there. And clearly, I'm not wanted there." She continued harshly." "Gerald stared at her with a furrowed angry b
Gerald had finished cooking dinner for both of them. He had even changed out of his formal attire into a short-sleeved shirt and sweatpants that Yosef had sent from his home. The clock showed ten minutes past seven in the evening. His stomach was really growling by now. But it didn't feel right to eat alone. Finally, he decided to go into the room and hope that Ariana had woken up from her sleep. The girl was whimpering in her sleep. Gerald knew something was not right with her body. He approached; she was sleeping on her side with the blanket pulled up to her chin. He sat behind her and tried to feel her forehead. She was running a fever. Gerald peeked and saw that her face was indeed flushed due to the high body temperature. But she wasn't sweating at all. Gerald opened the nightstand and took out some eucalyptus oil. Once again, he poured the oil into his hands and tried to feel her back through the blanket. Slowly, Gerald unhooked the girl's bra so she could breathe more comfor
Gerald lowered his head closer to Ariana's face when the girl's face avoided him. Ariana's choice to look away was wrong because it showed the side of her long neck, making Gerald even more interested in touching her. And he intended to do it. Gerald touched the tip of his nose to the girl's neck, smelling the fragrance of the oil he had rubbed on the girl's body. But instead of feeling the smell, he liked it. "Sweet." He said in a whisper in Ariana's ear. The girl shuddered for a moment. Gerald knew that the girl was pressing her head deeper into the pillow's surface, which made him even more touchy and intended to tease her further. "You don't want to look at me?" Gerald was still whispering in the girl's ear. Even deliberately bit the tip of the girl's ear. Ariana's hand was on his chest, trying to push Gerald away. But no matter how hard she tried, Gerald's strength was more muscular than those tiny hands. Gerald now moved his face towards the girl's jaw. he slowly touched hi