"Callis..."
"...what..?"
"Would that name suffice?" Without turning a glimpse, Leonard remained his back against her, with a small, golden watering can at hand.
Lianna who immediately flicked her head towards him was left speechless. No one usually calls her second name. Not even her own father Damascene, her brother Stefan…
Not even Rupert…
For some time, she almost forgot that she had a second name. If it weren't for her mother's diary… she would've remembered.
The second name that was derived from her mother's own second name…Callis…
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"Thanks for accompanying me today, Sir Romero.""No need to thank me, madam. It's my job." Lianna frowns as Lance politely bows after his words. They were already back at the hotel and were in front of her room."Haist. You're really stubborn, aren't you?""Pardon?" Lance momentarily pauses, lifting his gaze towards his client with a puzzled expression."Just drop the formalities already. Just call me by my name, you have my permission.""No can do. I'm still on the job.""It's night time. Let's say you're off duty now since I returned to my room."
“Is that all, ma'am and sir?” “Yes, that’s all. Thank you.” With a respectful bow, the waiter takes the menu from their hands and walks back to the kitchen. The hotel restaurant was still booming with guests as it was still dinner time. Seeing the crowd, Lianna wanted to head back to the room and just order from hotel service. Fortunately, Jasper’s influence reaches the hotel. Giving only his name, the management straight away arranged a private table for them on the far corners of the restaurant. With a partition separating them from the general public, Lianna sighs in relief. Lance pushes a basket of complimentary bread to Lianna's direction. "Eat this for now. The food might take a while." the
"S-sir. We really need to go back.""Shut up, Pennel.""But sir, if you leave the office this frequently, it'll be too difficult for you soon.""You think I don't know that?""Then, let's go back–""Not until I talk to her."Pennel Lloyd heavily sighs in anxiety, as he watches his boss' back striding towards a familiar building.It's been days. Days of rampant wandering. Days of outbursts and frustrations since that day. It filled Pennel with nervousness and was constantly on edge. He witnessed the rampage his superior displaye
Hearing Rupert's words, Stephan instantly froze. In just a few moments, the memories he tried to bury to the deepest trenches of his subconscious resurfaces. He was so out of it that he didn't notice Rupert's harsh removal of his grip from his collar.Seeing the shaky demeanor of the man he once considered as his future brother-in-law, Rupert couldn't help but draw a grin on his lips."What? You think I didn't know about that sneaky little secret you have?""I h-have no i-idea what you're talking about…""Oh, really?" Rupert taunts, before leaning forward towards him. With an impish grin, he spoke."How could you forget? Isn't that supposed to be a c
"Where is she?"A voice suddenly interrupts a joyful conversation. Turning her head to the side, a figure of a tall man in a suit stands beside their coffee table.Recognizing who it was, her smile immediately disappears."Rupert Kilmer…what an unpleasant surprise…"Lacey Mitchell's assistant, Limwel Jorge, stops to look at the man. It takes him a while before he finally identifies the new person in their midst."Aren't you Mr. Kilmer's second son?" Limwel unconsciously blurts out. Pissed by what he just uttered, Rupert gives the man a deadly glare, prompting the latter to retract his tongue by the accidental slip.
"Honeymoon…?""Duh! What else? What did you have in mind? They're playing bricks or something? Geez…" Lacey spoke like it's the most obvious thing without the slightest hint of care."No…""Yeeees~" A mocking tone interrupts the flow of his mind. Rupert bangs the table again with a scowl on his face."Jasper…Jasper fucking Wayne! That bastard! I know he planned all this. He might have seduced Lia into marrying him. I know he is…""Ew…Don't brand Lia into one of your ugly traits. And for the record, can you stop calling her Lia? You have no right to call her that anymore. You're just giving that nickname an unpleasan
My ears ached with the clock's relentless ticking, hating every passing minute. I took a deep breath and glanced nervously out the fogged glass windows that had been splattered with raindrops.The day finally came. I thought I was already off the hook, seeing that I hadn't received any notice, asking for my presence since the wedding happened. How complacent of me."That person" was out of the country on official business until recently. It's possible he's already heard the news, but business, as usual, takes first priority. An event like a wedding ceremony doesn't reach that list. He's always been like that.I haven't had a moment to myself since my heated discussions with Stephan Smith and Lacey Mitchell. And yet, his secretary called, insisting that I come to his office a
Lady C.L?"Who's that?" I couldn't help voicing out in confusion.That lady, who is she? And what was the point of bringing up a person who wasn't even part of the discussion? That's not like him at all.A voice, though, as perplexed as he was, chimed in."Lady C.L? Isn't that the famous singer from 20 years ago?" Mom questioned. The man in front of us looked at her and gave her a sly grin."As expected, you've heard of her…"“Without a doubt. I tried singing her songs from err–before…" Mom's initial reaction to that singer's name was to gush like someone completely enamor