บททั้งหมดของ After Divorce, My Ex-husband Begs: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I stayed rooted on my spot. With quivering legs, I reach the tightly shut elevator. The palm of my hands are wet from cold sweat. My eyes frantically search for the floor they are going. They are heading down.   They are about to leave!   In panic, I repeatedly push the button until the lift opened. There already two people standing inside.   My heart is beating so fast and hard, to the point that I can hear it thumping just beside my ear.   "Maybe I should have use the stairs instead!"   I started walking back and forth inside the small space unabashed under the two people’s scrutiny until the door parted open. Before anyone could move, I rushed out of the lift to look for Nadia’s entourage.   After turning left, my eyes spot Nadia together with two other men whom I presume to be bodyguards. They are walking behind an equally tall person in suit. He might be

Intrigued, my eyes was locked at the DJ who was now smiling widely. Maybe that was part of their gimmick. What was he hiding underneath his sleeves? "Hello there again! I almost forgot, for those who does not know me, I am your dj on the house, DJ Ram! Moreover, the short 'disturbance' was part of our little game. But did nothing happen?" He chuckled. His face was full of mirth and blatant mysteriousness. He has this pair of phoenix eyes that would curve whenever he is smiling. "That's because the three pairs that will play tonight will be based on your luck! The ticket to play was under the glass that you bought! Now, now, turn your glass upside-down. The three pairs who obtained the glasses with the color yellow, blue and red, underneath, are invited to go up the stage!" Shouts filled the whole area again. "Worry not, we made sure that the glasses for boys and girls are separated, so yes, no worries!" DJ Ram added with a grin. As everyone looked at his or her respective glas

I went straight back to my seat without looking at Ylac’s direction. The way his eyes looks at me and how my body reacts feels somehow wrong. I breathed a sigh of relief as soon as I sat on the high stool again. It was as if, a tiger was chasing me for my heart appears palpitating.   That feeling when your heart is beating so fast from confusion, frustrations and excitement, to the point that it made your mind dizzy.   "Another Margarita please... ahm wait, do you have an extremely cold juice? I feel incredibly hot."   The bartender immediately nodded. He started preparing the drinks with leisure but efficient moves.   My eyes flew back towards the middle of the dance floor however, my nose crinkled when I have not spotted an acquainted figure within the sea of people.   He is gone.   I felt a little regretful upon seeing not even his familiar shadow.  I

Until the call ended, neither of us mentioned about Martin. Patricia did not even feel surprised about where I am now. I do not know if I should feel relieved or not.   I grabbed the clean white robe near me and put it on. I head to the bathroom, even though my legs were still numb. I lightly massage them until the numbness was reduced.   My body is covered with sweat making me grimace. Promptly demanding for a good and nice warm bath.   I stare at my reflection for a few good seconds before I started cleaning my face. I cup a decent amount of water and splash it on my skin washing the dirt and sweat away.   My cheeks automatically turned red as I stared at the suspiciously strange swelling of my lips.   "He's too rough."    I paused.    "Why am I thinking about that? It was a mistake, Helga!"   As I was cha

After two days of recuperating, I found the courage to finally step out of my suite.   I just spot myself sitting by the side of a floor to ceiling window, inside of a simple coffee shop, opposite the hotel. While watching people rush into their respective jobs.   Some of them are already wide-awake. Moreover, some are fighting drowsiness with a cup of coffee on their hands as they urge their legs to take long strides. The street was filled with hustle and bustle.   My fingers softly drummed against the table along with the faint sound of a piano symphony.   In front of me, lay a smoky and freshly brewed coffee. The strong soothing aroma floating atop, calming my once tensed nerves. Beside it was a plate of pancakes, bacon pressed in a sandwich, and various snacks.   My simple yet hearty breakfast. However my pleasant peace was abruptly came into a halt as a figure appeared befor