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Too Close To Handle
Too Close To Handle
Author: Fleurdelis

Girl's Wish

Author: Fleurdelis
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-02 08:34:00

Amazed, Abigail gazed at the cruise ship standing before her. She could hardly believe that, after three months of saving her salary, her dream of marrying the man she loved most was about to come true. The events seemed to unfold too quickly, but she was ecstatic that her dream was becoming a reality. Ever since graduating from college, her only aspirations were to secure a stable job, which she achieved as an office clerk at Ulrick Group, and to find a partner to marry eventually.

Upon joining the Ulrick Company, Abigail felt a wave of fear, questioning her ability to socialize due to her introverted nature. As a country girl stepping into the corporate world, she faced a daunting challenge. Despite her shyness and reserved demeanor, she discovered joy in her duties, cheerfully buying coffee for colleagues, photocopying documents, working late, and assisting with her coworkers' tasks.

Working at the company became easier for Abigail, especially after meeting James Ulrick, the son of one of the Ulrick Group's presidents, now serving as the operations manager at their branch. James treated her kindly, showing concern beyond a typical employer-employee relationship. He was affectionate, waiting for her to have lunch or when she worked overtime, giving her the impression he was always there for her. His kindness drew her closer, and she quickly fell for him, eventually falling in love.

What she appreciated most about James was his respect for her. He knew it was her first time in a relationship and showed immense patience. He accompanied her even when they stayed late at the office, despite being treated like an errand runner by other employees. James was the only man who treated her as an equal, not just an ordinary office clerk, which deepened her love for him. Throughout their three-month relationship, James often shared his wish to marry her.

"Your job title doesn't matter to me; in my heart, we're equals, and my love for you is the deepest," he would frequently tell her. 

However, James explained that he couldn't propose yet because of the new company president. Edward Ulrick, his uncle, was putting pressure on their family, refusing to give them a single cent. They had to earn their own living. James revealed that his uncle showed little concern for them, as they were considered the second family. 

He also shared that his father was the first son of Edward's father from his first marriage, while Edward was the son of the second wife and the legitimate heir to the Ulrick Group, granting him more authority.

Abigail believed in James's sincere intentions towards her. Knowing he treats her well, she decides to save up and propose marriage to James herself. Coincidentally, a cruise ship was offering a limited deal for couples wanting to wed this Christmas season. It was a holiday promotion for lovers, as their slogan went. Upon seeing this, Abigail didn't hesitate. Even though it was a group wedding, the ceremony promised to be solemn, and after all, who wouldn't want to get married on a cruise? It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Abigail couldn't hide her joy as she boarded the cruise ship. She and James had agreed to meet there. They have their own cabin. After the wedding, they can continue their honeymoon on the cruise. For those getting married, the cruise offers a complimentary venue and reception. They will also enjoy a two-day stay on the cruise ship as it sails. The cruise ship has a restaurant, casino, and bar. The group wedding will take place in the cruise's function hall.

"Where are you?" Abigail asked James. She called him while inside the Function Hall. When she answered her cell phone, she stepped out of the hall to avoid disturbing others.

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit," said the young woman as she hung up her phone. From the other end of the line, James told her that he was at the cruise's restaurant. He had just arrived, slightly delayed because his Uncle Edward had given him several tasks. He mentioned that he almost didn't make it due to the numerous errands Uncle Edward had assigned him.

In James' stories, he depicted his Uncle Edward as the most malevolent member of his family. He always gets what he wants, and if they don't comply, they risk losing everything. She has never personally met Uncle Edward, as he never visits their branch. She only hears about him from the employees, and the way they describe him paints him as a major disaster. She feels apprehensive about meeting him due to the daunting descriptions she has heard.

When Abigail arrived at the restaurant, her eyes immediately began searching for James. It wasn't long before she spotted him at a table, engaged in conversation with a young woman. She found herself momentarily staring at the pair, noticing James' broad smile, which seemed to reflect his enjoyment in the company of the lady, who appeared equally engaged. Abigail's gaze then shifted to the woman's sophisticated attire, and by comparison, she contemplated the stark contrast to her own outfit.

She knew that James had told her before that he didn't care about her appearance or what she wore. "I like you just as you are," he had said. That's why she quickly took a liking to him; he didn't judge her based on her looks. She felt that James truly liked her for who she was.

Abigail subtly removed her glasses. Approaching the two, she couldn't afford to look like their maid. Her attire was simple enough, and with glasses, she would appear as a nerdy assistant. The sophistication of James' companion's dress, as well as James' own high-end clothing, intimidated her. She felt dwarfed by their presence, yet she couldn't just stand there.

"Abby!" the girl accompanying James cheerfully called out and waved at her. The girl squinted her eyes to get a better look at the face, unable to recognize the girl from where she stood.

"What are you doing just standing there?" said the girl as she approached her. It was only when she came closer that she recognized the face of her friend.

"Put on your glasses. You know you can't see well without them," the girl said as she handed the glasses to Abigail.

"I am not blind, you know," Abigail replied simply.

"I know," the girl responded. Once Abigail had put on her glasses, she looked up at the woman standing before her.

"Tiffany?" Abigail exclaimed in surprise upon recognizing the girl.

"It's me. How have you been? It's been so long since we've seen each other. We haven't met since we graduated from college. I guess we've both been busy with our jobs," she said to her, and quickly hugged Abigail. The young woman couldn't react due to the sheer surprise.

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  • Too Close To Handle   I’m not blind to the history they share

    “Ms. Parker, your designs and the overall concept of this gala are simply stunning. Clearly, a lot of thought went into it.”A journalist approached Chloe, who was busy greeting guests with effortless grace.The Ulrick Jewels Gala had drawn prominent businessmen, reporters, and socialites alike. Everyone was captivated by the shimmering displays, the evening resembling more an exhibition than a celebration.Every entry from the design competition, starting from the preliminary rounds, was presented for the guests. The ten finalist pieces, dazzling under the lights, commanded the center stage.“These designs prove, without a shadow of doubt, that Ulrick’s employees are truly top-notch,” the journalist added.Chloe offered a practiced smile, radiant yet measured.“I imagine tonight will be very interesting,” he said.“Of course. Please, look forward to it,” Chloe replied smoothly.

  • Too Close To Handle   The reason I could finally recognize real love

    “Edward.”The soft murmur drew him from the haze of exhaustion. His head had been resting against the edge of her bed, his hand still clasped around hers. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep there, but after days of silence, of watching her from afar, it was the only way he could bear to stay close.Abigail blinked, disoriented at first, then saw him—her husband, head bowed beside her, fingers wrapped tightly around her own. A week had passed without seeing him. He hadn’t called, hadn’t asked about her health, hadn’t cared if she was eating. He’d vanished into his so-called business trip, leaving her to collapse before he finally came back.“Edward,” she whispered again, lifting her free hand toward his hair. But she froze when his eyes snapped open and met hers. For a heartbeat, they just stared, breath caught in the fragile silence between them.Then Edward straightened, withdrawing his hand as if he’d been caught.“What were you thinking?” His voice cracked with anger and fear. “Starvin

  • Too Close To Handle   Was she thinking of me, or of him

    “So, she made it to the final round,” Edward murmured, eyes fixed on the report in his hands.The second phase of Ulrick Jewels’ design competition had ended, and the results were clear: Abigail had advanced. Out of dozens of contenders, only ten remained. At the Gala Night, their final creations would be revealed — and from them, two would be chosen to join the elite Ulrick Jewels design team.“Just like in the first round, Abigail’s design received an overwhelming number of votes,” Roen reported. He stood at a measured distance, watching as Edward silently studied the document. “It seems many people are drawn to her work.”Edward didn’t respond, his eyes scanning the page with unreadable focus.Roen, however, felt the unease rising in his chest. Why is Edward avoiding Abigail? For days, his boss had kept his distance, even lying to her — claiming a business trip. Roen had thought the couple was finally finding their footing, perhaps even softening toward each other. But now, Edward

  • Too Close To Handle   The farther he ran, the more he risked losing her for real

    It was still dark when Edward stirred awake. Beside him, Abigail slept soundly, her arm draped across him. Careful not to wake her, he gently shifted free and rose from the bed. His steps carried him to her desk, where papers and pencils lay scattered. A half-finished sketch caught his eye.Edward froze.The design was unmistakable: The Ouroboros—a serpent devouring its own tail. He knew it as a symbol of eternity, but here, in Abigail’s hand, it whispered something else. The self-consuming nature of love. A circle that never breaks, even when the relationship ends. Memories looping endlessly, fragments that refuse to fade.His hand curled into a fist. For the first time, jealousy struck him with brutal force.Edward knew of Abigail’s past with James—their relationship, their near-marriage. He had accepted it as something long over. But seeing it expressed in her design was a wound he hadn’t expected. The sketch spoke louder than words. It told him that James had been her first love—a

  • Too Close To Handle   I love you too much to risk it

    Edward stopped in front of Abigail’s desk when he saw her slumped over, fast asleep. The second phase of the jewelry design competition was already underway. He knew how much she carried as Chloe’s secretary—running errands left and right—only to come home and push herself further, sketching designs late into the night.“Red…” Edward murmured softly, brushing his fingers through her hair.A faint sound slipped from her lips at his touch, and her lashes fluttered open.“Edward,” she whispered, straightening slowly and rubbing her eyes.“Why are you sleeping here?” he asked quietly.“What time is it? Did you just get back?” Her voice was still groggy, as though she hadn’t quite processed that he was standing there.“Hey—!” Abigail gasped when Edward suddenly scooped her into his arms. The jolt seemed to wake her fully.“Put me—” Her protest broke off when he laid her gently on the bed. She pushed against the sheets as if to sit up, but froze as Edward leaned over her, shadows in his eye

  • Too Close To Handle   Don’t Choke on the Silence

    “Eat,” Edward muttered, dropping the tray onto the table with a dull thud. No eye contact. No softness. Just the words, like a chore he couldn’t wait to be done with.Abigail sat frozen on the bed, arms wrapped around herself. Her stomach felt like ice—empty, but clenched. Not from hunger. From him. From the way he wouldn’t even look at her.She didn’t move.“If you’re not gonna eat, then toss it,” he snapped, already walking to the far side of the bed. He lay down with his back to her, shoulders stiff, jaw locked.Abigail glanced at him. Just a quick look. Then down at her belly.She placed a hand over it, fingers trembling. Edward was right. She couldn’t starve the baby just because everything between them felt like it was falling apart. She didn’t know how long he’d stay angry. Maybe forever. And maybe she deserved it.She stood slowly, the mattress creaking beneath h

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