INICIAR SESIÓNImogenBefore Malcolm had the chance to continue, the waiter returned with our food, and inwardly I let out a sigh of relief.Thank God.The conversation had started heading somewhere I wasn't quite ready to revisit, and I had no doubt Malcolm would circle back to it the moment he found another opportunity.Once the waiter had carefully placed every dish on the table and excused himself, Malcolm glanced at me."We should eat."I simply nodded.And that was exactly what we did.Well... more like what I did.One thing about me was that I loved food. No matter how upset I was, no matter what kind of depressing situation I found myself in, my appetite never seemed to disappear. It was almost impressive how my stomach refused to cooperate with my emotions.Everything tasted so good that before I realized it, I had already eaten far more than I intended."Are you sure your father didn't disown you because you kept finishing all his food?"The impossible Malcolm Grayson asked with a perfectl
ImogenHow did we get here?How had I ended up kissing Malcolm right now?It wasn't part of the plan.And why did I like it so much?Oh God...How did all of this happen?It all started while I was still admiring myself in the mirror.My phone suddenly rang.It was Malcolm.The moment Stella saw his name on the screen, she immediately fell silent as I answered the call."I'm outside," he said simply.My eyes widened."Okay... I'll be out in a minute," I replied before ending the call."He came to pick me up himself?" I asked absentmindedly."Of course," Stella replied as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "That's how it's supposed to be. Come on, girl. You don't want to keep your man waiting."My man...Well, she wasn't exactly wrong.Still, I had expected Xavier to drive me to Malcolm, not for Malcolm to come and pick me up himself.Although I had been the one to choose where we were going.After all, Malcolm had asked me to pick the venue.For a moment, I considered
ImogenThe moment he saw me, those were the first words that came out of his mouth."Let's go on a date."His tone was completely serious, making me blink several times just to convince myself I hadn't imagined it."You want to take me out on a date?" I asked, completely perplexed.He nodded without hesitation."Yes. That's exactly what I asked."I looked at him suspiciously."But why? We've had countless lunches and dinners together already."He tilted his head slightly."That's different. I want to get to know you better."His answer made me let out a quiet sigh."Alright then. When do you want us to go?"He cleared his throat before replying."Whenever it's convenient for you."I mentally went through our schedule before answering."It can only be next week." There is no way in hell it can happen this week, our schedule is so packed right now because we took the day off yesterday. "Why not this week?" he asked, pulling me from my thoughts.I looked at him in surprise."Our schedul
MalcolmI hurried to my grandmother's study, where she was relaxing comfortably on her large sofa. The moment she saw me, she raised a brow and asked, "So?" I already knew that was the very reason she had called me back."I've decided not to go through with the divorce." I let out.The moment those words left my mouth, a satisfied smile spread across her face."Oh? Then when are you two planning to give me great-grandchildren?" she asked, making me shake my head."What? Don't tell me it doesn't work down there," she added, completely catching me off guard."Are you serious right now?" I blurted out, and she burst into laughter."You should have seen your face, Malcolm," she teased, clearly pleased with herself."If that's all, then I'll be leaving," I said as I turned toward the door."Wait." She called suddenly. I glanced back at her."When are you coming to visit again?" she asked, and immediately Imogen's words echoed in my mind."Spend some time with your grandmother."I let out
Harmon"So how am I supposed to find her?" I asked, tilting my head slightly.He looked up at me."I wish I knew. She blocked me."I clicked my tongue in annoyance.So this fool couldn't even keep his own household in order.Then again...I wasn't exactly one to talk.Every one of my children had become one problem after another. No matter how hard I tried to be both a father and a disciplinarian, they always found a way to go against everything I taught them."I don't care how long it takes or what methods you use," I said firmly. "Find your daughter and bring her to me within two weeks."A cough threatened to escape my throat, but I forced it down.I refused to cough in front of him.He wasn't going to suspect the real reason I had come here.For now, no one knew Ethan was in prison.I wasn't about to let the reputation my late wife and I had spent decades building be ruined."That will be all."Leaning on my cane, I slowly made my way out of the house."How did it go?" my assistant
ImogenBy the time we arrived at the dining room, Sebastian and Madam Evelyn were already seated."I don't like the fact that you left me out of it," Madam Evelyn complained the moment she saw us."Change the topic, Grandmother," Malcolm replied.She shot him a look before turning to me.This time, I smiled at her.The tension from earlier had eased, and she smiled back."Come, child. Sit and eat."She beckoned me over, and without a second thought, I shamelessly took the seat beside her.The aroma of the food immediately filled my senses.Malcolm sat opposite me, with Sebastian beside him."The chef makes some of the best food," Sebastian said, repeating almost the exact words Malcolm had used earlier.Seriously...These two really thought alike.We ate together, enjoying the meal in comfortable silence.And Malcolm hadn't exaggerated.The chef truly knew what he was doing.From the main course all the way to dessert, I enjoyed every bite.When we finished eating, Madam Evelyn turned
ImogenThe very next morning, I arrived at work dressed in a dark blue corporate suit, the skirt stopping neatly below my knees while my modest heels matched perfectly with it.My short hair was styled neatly, and my glasses sat perfectly on my face, making me look far more professional than I actu
ImogenAfter Sebastian left, I remained alone in the office celebrating silently to myself for a while before I finally calmed down enough to sit properly at the desk.Since there was nothing else to do for the moment, I picked up some of the files arranged neatly and began reading through them car
LyraI absentmindedly scrolled through my phone until a notification suddenly appeared from my friend, Roberta.«Hello Mrs. Philips, are you finally free enough to come party tonight?»A small laugh escaped me as soon as I read the message.She was definitely teasing me.Ever since I married into t
ImogenI took a deep sigh and continued scrolling through the different job listings on my phone until an advert suddenly caught my attention.A salesperson position at a gas station.Honestly, before getting a better job and completely running out of money, I needed to work anywhere respectable en







