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“You are glowing. I want every detail.” Sophia says the minute she steps into the door of Mia's new apartment. Typical Sophia. Always looking for the juicy stuff. “Hush. I haven’t told Calvin about Chris yet.” “Oops, sorry.” Sophia grimaces. Mia shakes her head. “Sophia, is that you?” Calvin wheels himself out of his bedroom. “Hi Calvin, you look good.” Sophia bends over and hugs Calvin. “You look as fabulous as always.” “Oh, Calvin, you are the best. Can I have a room tour first?” “Come on, let me show you around,” Calvin says proudly. Calvin has been in a good mood since they moved in. The facilities in this apartment make movement much easier for him. His condition is improving, fewer sleepless nights, and less complaining of pain. The rehabilitation sessions seem to have some effects. And most important of all, he hasn’t to constantly worry about their rent or being kicked out as before. The landlord signed a five-year lease with zero rent with them. This is a huge relief

Snuggling against Chris’s firm and muscular body, Mia feels content and sighs satisfyingly. The past few days have been hectic. Mr. Powell’s health condition is all over the news. Pinnacle’s stock price continues to plunge. There are doubts and speculations about whether Anthony can lead the company. Mr. Powell hasn’t regained consciousness after the cardiac arrest. The doctor says he may remain in a coma for weeks or even be in a persistent vegetative state. Mia and Susie have to stay at the hospital most of the time, just in case Mr. Powell wakes up. The presence of Anthony makes it hard for Mia to endure the time in the hospital. He throws fits constantly because of the media’s unfavorable reports on him. She tries her best to avoid meeting him and has to be on guard at any time. It wears her down and exhausts her more than anything. Now lying on the bed with Chris, she feels safe and relaxed again. “What are you thinking, pumpkin?” Chris’s fingers gently circle her round brea

When Mia enters the ICU ward, Mr. Powell has been awake from his usual afternoon nap for a while. His health has improved significantly over the last two weeks. There was a time when he kept relapsing into a coma after briefly regaining consciousness. That period has finally passed and doctors say his condition is stable now. He is lying on the bed with his eyes open and blank. He seems to fail to notice the creaking of the door when Mia enters this VIP ward. He neither moves nor says anything. He aged quickly after the heart attack. His eyes have lost the usual sternness and sharpness. Lying alone in this clean ward with various medical apparatus, his authority seems to have gone as well at this moment. If you do not know who he is, you probably will think he is just like a harmless old man who is sick. Right now, he reminds Mia of an old lion. A lion that has conquered, killed, and bred, but is alone on its journey to death. “I dreamt of her.” Mr. Powell whispers, surprising Mia

“I’m ready to go,” Mia announces to Chris who is waiting patiently for her in the foyer. Chris turns his broad back at the sound with the phone to his ear. “Got to go. Don’t call me unless anything important or urgent comes up.” His eyes light up and eagerly take in the beauty standing on top of the stairs. Mia is wearing a white square shoulder sundress which exposes her delicate neck and collarbone. A few hickeys are visible from yesterday’s intense lovemaking. Signs of possession he intends to warn off other men. He is glad she is not covering it. Her luxuriant brown hair is set loose around her shoulder under a straw hat, which compliments her beautiful heart-shaped face. Chris’s eyes travel down to her chest which is now heaving up and down under his intense gaze. He is thrilled that he always has this effect on her body. His eyes continue to roam down every curve of her body which he is never tired of exploring and seems to be always hungry for. A breathtaking knockout. Al

The minute Mia steps out of Mr. Powell’s home office, she is greeted by Anderson who has a huge smile plastered on his face. “Are you living in your parents’ home now?” Mia arches her eyebrows. For the past two weeks, she seems to have kept bumping into him in his father’s mansion. She has warmed up to him for his lighthearted spirit and become more and more relaxed when he is around. Of the three sons of Mr. Powell, Anderson is the innocuous one. As with the other two, one sexually harassed her and threatened to beat her up, the other hurt her emotionally and made even breathing difficult for her. Do not go there anymore, Mia gives herself a mental shake of the head. “Nah, I believe girls will dart away the minute they know I share a flat with my parents. ” Anderson chuckles. “It is not a flat. It is a huge billion-dollar mansion,” Mia reminds him, “and any girl would love to date you.” “Really? I can name a girl who doesn’t want to date me right away.” He says with his blue eyes