"Can I have this too?" Erom asked while holding a chess board. As a typical child, Erom joyfully picked toys once we entered the toy section. Valjerome assured him that he'll give him everything for free or should I say¾a hug in exchange. I have always been able to give Erom the things he likes, but he never asked for too much. Maybe he also knows how hard I work. Chaos, on the other hand, only brought him a toy whenever he passes by the mall, he has never take Erom for a walk like this because of being busy with work. "Anything you want," Valjerome answered. My son smiled at him from ear to ear and then walked again to the row of toys where the medium size robots were. Valjerome immediately followed him, watching while there was a small smile on his lips. I just averted my eyes because I felt the corners of my eyes would heat up again. I stayed in my place and let them ge

"Do you usually cook?" Erom asked as he intently watched Valjerome cooking. Four days have passed and I could say that my son and ex-husband got closed to each other. He looked at my son for a moment and smiled sparingly. “I don’t always cook,” he replied. I could see Erom's eyes twinkle from the high chair he was sitting on. He was on the L-shaped center island while I, was sitting at the table. "But you are always cooking. You always prepare the food," my son enumerated, confused. Valjerome giggled and continued cooking. "Because you are special, that's why I am the one who cooks the food," he explained. "Why am I special?" Erom immediately asked. Valjerome did not answer at the moment. Slowly, he glanced at my son and forced to smile. "Because you are..." I saw him gulped. "Cute," he continued.

Valjerome let out a cold laugh. "Erom is my son," he corrected. Chaos smirked and smiled playfully. "Last time I checked, he's my son." "You two, enough," I immediately sighed then shielded Chaos. I will admit that I was nervous about the situation. Valjerome and I may have been separated for a few years but I know him. He's a mafia boss. In just a snap, he could kill if he wanted to and that was the last thing I wanted to happen right now. "Valjerome, let us leave," I said emotionlessly. He looked at me, giving me back the emotionless stare. "I have three more days to be with you, Jazzie," he said. I clenched my jaw. "With my son, Valjerome. Not with me," I emphasized. He licked his lower lip. "Still, you're not going anywhere. You and my son." He glared at Chaos who's standing behind me. "What else

ALMOST three minutes have passed since the taxi driver dropped me off in front of Valjerome's mansion. And because I was with him, the guards we passed by allowed the car to enter. I remained standing while staring across the mansion. I can’t help but smile bitterly as I think of the years I have spent in this house. It's been a long time but it feels like it all happened only yesterday... I let out a sigh then walked inside. Jaime immediately greeted me. Based on his look he gave me, I could already feel the gratitude there. I then wondered if Valjerome is treating his staff so well that they worry for him this much. The hollow in my chest doubled even more because of that. I hope he was also able to treat me well before. I just dismissed that in my mind and focused on the reason why I am here. That was Manang's request, for me to take care of Valjerome. Even though I was rel

"Hey, Jazzie!" I flinched on my place when someone tapped my shoulder. "Ken! W-why?!" I asked as I turned my attention to him. He frowned at me. "Is there any problem, Jazzie? I've noticed that you seem to be thinking about something deeply," he claimed. I secretly bit my lower lip and continued wiping the window. "No! N-nothing, I...am just thinking of Erom.” I blurted out. I just returned back to the hotel but here I am, wondering afar and unable to do my job properly. I was already cleaning the third suite and unfortunately the two rooms I have cleaned earlier are both not tidied quite well. I forgot to change the bedsheet in the first suite while I have forgone to clean the restroom of the second one. That is why now in third assigned suite to me, I already sought help from Ken so that I wouldn't forget anything else. I slowly heaved a sigh and looked again at the black car at the bottom of