Keith returned to mingling into the crowd of people parties, still finding that Marie was strangely able to keep up with the conversation his parents always managed to bore him, but not with Marie. His eyes returned to their task of searching for Caleb's whereabouts near the glass door connected to the back garden, which was also busy and crowded. No need to wait too long for him to find the whereabouts of his younger brother, who apparently brought his friends to the house — including Thomas.As soon as he called out his younger brother's name, his younger brother immediately distracted himself from his friends and jumped into his arms as soon as he spread his arms, welcoming his little brother warmly."I really miss you, Keith!""I remember that the last time we spoke was last week over a video call, Caleb. How exaggerated are you…," he said, rubbing the top of his younger brother's head, only realizing that compared to the last time they met, his

Marie took a sip of champagne in her third glass while listening intently to the conversation of her husband's parents—Ernest Gilbert and Cornelia Gilbert—who invited her to chat with their friends. In her heart, she began to question the gloomy attitude that Keith always showed at the beginning of their marriage that she just realized was indeed strange. How could these two people who have a cheerful, with their warm personality and always welcome whatever awaits them with high enthusiasm (it could even go to an exaggerated stage; it was her temporarily guessing) could give birth to a cute-faced man with a super gloomy and stiff personality like Keith Gilbert?It was weird enough for her. Fate was indeed moving in unpredictable directions.That was the only conclusion she came to after she met her husband's parents several times.Correction. More precisely, after she spent four hours talking to her parents-in-law today. The last time she met her husban

Keith froze when he heard the words that had just slipped out of Marie's lips, which were smeared with the dark red lip cream. He swallowed hard repeatedly, staring at Marie, who was waiting anxiously for his answer."Has something been on your mind recently, Marie?" he said after he had recovered from his shock, tried to dodge her question. "I told you earlier. You can tell me anything, and I will try—"“Don't try to dodge my question just now, Keith. Just answer my question earlier," Marie snapped harshly. This was the first time she had done to him. It seemed that the woman was losing her temper and needed an immediate answer. The problem was, what kind of answer should he give to Marie? All the choices he had were difficult for him.If he said yes to the promise she made, it meant that he would have to tell his wife about another identity as the leader of the Aldebrando mafia group that he has been trying to hide tightly from her, at the risk of the

It has been several hours since Alan finished discussing with Keith about Arthur Hermann's case that he just got from Victor yesterday, also listening to Keith's request about a journalist, which he found was a bit strange, actually. He had no other choice but to comply with his boss's request if he still wanted to keep his job and returned to the room where Tatius was waiting for him, but there was neither of them tried to break the silence they made. Tatius himself was busy with his own thoughts, which he did not know what the man was thinking. All he could do was guessing his boyfriend's mind while thinking about the right questions to ask his boyfriend for fear that his recently more sensitive boyfriend would get angry. Most likely, he guessed that the man was still worrying about his plans to introduce the man to his parents, as well as his plans to coming out to reveal his identity as pansexual, which to the best of his knowledge was the most taboo in his religion before he ch

Cecilia Esther sipped red wine, which was one of the wines she got for free from Charles Hermann's vineyard—her adoptive father, who she already thought him as her own father because her biological parents had died when she was four years old—slowly looking out the view of Rose city from the chaise lounge on the balcony, which also served as a mini garden for the penthouse. The penthouse where she lived now since she managed to move from her grandfather's mansion to the penthouse that she bought from her hard work as a freelance financial analyst since four years ago so as not to continuedly depending on her grandparents. She was bringing along her adoptive father, who initially refused her offer at first, but then he decided to followed her once she used her puppy eyes looks that always managed in making her adoptive father had no choice but to indulge her wishes. Indeed, her grandparents never bothered her existence in the family—especially her grandmother b