CHAPTER TWENTY; Going Back.--Althea's heart was like a small boat swaying unceasingly in a raging storm. The small pitiful boat was getting hit by the ocean's monstrous waves and soaked like a small duckling in the rain. Its sails are slowly getting shredded by the furious winds.The boat doesn't seem to survive the storm. The small boat will surely get destroyed and sink into the ocean, slowly sinking until the ocean bed, getting further and further from the reach of the sun.Her heart was swaying without any guarantees of survival.Althea looked at his cold eyes in shock. Her eyes were filled with pain and disbelief. Tyler looked at her with his chilling gaze that made her doubt if this man was the man she had known for almost four years. His gaze is penetrating, bone-chilling. Desperate?Me?Althea can't believe the words he just said. There was no logic at all—where did he get that idea?!Fury bubbled in her heart, her eyes turned sharp as she glared at him."What the fuck are

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO;7 years later--ARC THREE: 7 YEARS LATER—[Mom-][Althea- Run!][Hello? Please, help me--] [Bang!][Father...]---7 Years LaterIn a small town in a certain country, a lush greenery field stretched out like infinity. The green grasses unintentionally hid the slowly blooming little flowers from the random spectators like a child in their care.The cold and somewhat dry wind passed through the bushes, trees, plants, and flowers, letting them sway gently along with the breeze of early spring."Good morning, ma'am." One of the workers in her shop greeted her with a smile.The manager of the shop stopped for a bit in front of her and crouched to smell the flowers in the vase. After smelling the sweet and fresh scent of the flowers, she smiled in satisfaction. She greeted her worker back. "Good morning. How's the shop doing?"The staff laughed. "Still striving, yes. The sale shoots up this February, well, as always."The manager laughed. "Many shits are still in lov

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR;The World is Big Yet Small--“Hello, good morning, a smiling lady with a dimple on her cheek greeted sir! He nodded at her and said nothing. The lady was not offended; she maintained her smile and asked him politely. “What kind of flower are you looking for today, sir?”His secretary answered for him. “Hello, good morning to you, too. We heard that this is one of the best flower shops in this city. What can you offer us?”The lady on the counter laughed, “Oh my, thank you. We are indeed one of the best flower shops here. Our shop, Narcissus, can assure you of freshly picked flowers. Our shop has a wide variety of flowers since we get our supplies from different flower cultivators and we also have our field of flowers. As for the arrangement, you need not worry about it since I have—the staff, have been oriented how. So, what kind of flower would you like to buy?”His secretary nodded after listening to her lengthy explanation. There wasn’t even a hint of either an

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX;Another Almost...--It's been five days since she arrived in the city. Within those five days, she helped Emily plan how to advertise their shop. Aside from that, she also helped them manage their small garden in their backyard. And, if ever Emily wants off, she fills in for her and manages the shop. All in all, she was doing rather fine. There wasn't any problem with her stay. She didn't even come across him or any of them.Well, that was because she refused to go out of the shop. But now's a different story.Althea buttoned the last button of her white blouse and tucked it inside her black palazzo pants. She ran her fingers through her hair and popped her plump lips.She was ready to go.She packed her sling badly and put it on her shoulder before going down. There's a room on top of the flower shop. The shop is a two-story building, the first floor is for the shop and the second one is for the staff. They have only 4 staff but only three of them were living he

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT;A Message--Tyler Barns is known as an emotionless man. He faces almost everyone with his usual stoic demeanor and void-of-feelings face. If he’s happy, he doesn’t show it. If he's sad, he doesn’t show it. If he’s angry, he rarely shows it—and that is only when he is really, really angry that not even his fiancé, his mother, or his father knows how to quench the raging flames. And right now, he is outraged.And he was in that mood when his secretary and the other people he came here with appeared by his side. When they saw him standing still while looking at a particular spot without even being bothered by the stares of other people that are wondering who the hell is this man in a suit standing like a statue—everyone immediately sensed that something was wrong. Very wrong.His secretary called out to him with caution. She made her voice as calm as possible, eliminating the shaky tone and gasps. “Mr. Barns.”Tyler heard the call and his cold eyes swept over them,