Nita rushing back home wasn't a common sight to see. Grace was actually about to invite her to dinner with Evan, her mom, and also Anthony, after having received the good news. She was exuberant about being chosen as the head of the translation subdivision under her own steam. Likewise, unfortunately, Evan was too busy with work that required him to take Vino out of the office. It made Grace a little dispirited since there would only be her mom and Anthony. Grace went straight home and looked for some restaurant references after showering. While waiting for her mom to get ready, she texted Anthony to come at half past six. A moment later after getting the three best choices of the restaurants, Grace entered Indah’s room. She was about to inquire about her opinion. The bathroom door was closed, but she could see the light was still on from the ventilation. “Mom, why are you taking too long there?” Grace checked the digital clock on her phone and realized that Indah had spent nearly

“Why am I missing him already?” Grace mumbled to herself, staring at the laptop screen in her bedroom. Already getting used to being together and once again being separated still gave her unpleasant feelings, even though Grace and Evan's friendship had been mended. They stayed in touch as if no day without communication. At least they would send a short message. Evan sent pictures, showing every side of Vietnam he visited. On the other hand, Grace told him about her new daily work routine as the head of the translation subdivision, and the progress of Indah's pastry shop. Nina, Anthony's little sister, had been working as a cashier for the past three months at the pastry shop. Indah's workload was reduced and her health improved. As usual, Anthony helped deliver some pastry orders when it came to quite distant places. Without Evan being around, Anthony got more chances to spend more time with Grace. He made use of every opportunity well, still trying to win her heart.“Grace. What

"Who is that woman?" After holding back her curiosity until she returned home, Grace finally tried to find out about the beautiful woman she saw in the video call with Evan.Evan was not someone who would upload photos to social media, but his account had remained active since their friendship was restored. Hence Grace looked at his I*******m and F******k accounts, thinking she could get some information.Her hunch turned out to be right. There is an account that tagged Evan's account on I*******m. Veronica Anh, that's her profile name. That woman had nearly ten thousand followers who most likely followed her because of her beauty."You look so serious. What are you looking at?”"A woman approached Ev—nothing." Too focused, Grace almost answered Anthony's question, whose arrival she didn't notice. She lowered her phone and looked at him. “Why are you here this late, Ant? It's almost nine o'clock."Anthony held up a plastic bag filled with starch balls. “Earlier, Bli Wira passed in fron

"Hush, hush, Grace. You've been crying long enough." Indah stroked her daughter's head shortly after she woke up. Her heart felt warm but also sad at the same time knowing how worried Grace had to be. “Aren't you always the toughest girl? Why are you now crying like a baby?”With all the considerations and opinions of Indah herself, she made a decision to implant the heart device. From beginning to end all Grace did was pray. Evan who continued to be by her side did the same thing. However, as Indah’s daughter, Grace had been more worried than before, until the whole process was finally over.“I’m just feeling so grateful, Mom. It's okay to cry once in a while, right?" Grace answered between sobs.Evan who was standing at the end of the bed smiled. "It's great to see you back in good health," he commented. "We've been so worried in the last three days, Mom, to be honest.""Thank you, Evan, for taking care of Grace." Indah waved at Evan to come closer. She opened her other hand and then

The special assignment given to Grace required her to make a short trip to Lombok. The Spanish investor couple welcomed her warmly, like their own daughter; the woman, especially, always clung to her hand from the moment they met until they arrived at the beautiful resort in the south of Lombok.It was a private three-bedroom villa where Grace, the Dominguez, and the hotel owner, Roger, and his wife stayed. As previously informed, the other two rooms with a king bed each were occupied by the husbands and wives, and Grace was alone in the room with twin beds. The aim was to make it easier for them to negotiate, but at the same time get to know each other in a soothing place. A typical warm Spaniard, as Grace often read from cultural articles.There was not much to do once they were in the villa. Apart from chatting and having lunch together, Mr. and Mrs. Dominguez chose to relax on the balcony of their room. Meanwhile, Roger was sleeping in the bedroom, and Melissa, his wife, was making