It's a Tuesday evening. When I came out of work, I first went to a café to buy drinks. Last night I had almost no sleep, and it's because of that stupid Arnaiz. Because of his condition, I did not send him home. I just let him stay on one of our guestrooms, took care of him and stayed by his side all night. He was burning with fever and I couldn’t leave him. So I told him today not to pick me up and just rest. It's good that he listened to me. In the midst of thinking, a familiar woman who just entered the café caught my attention. It's Doctor Vina. I sighed. What a coincidence. I don't know what relationship they have with Raxon, but I think they're closed with each other. They were batchmates then and still are together. They even pursued the same course. Same doctor. What a perfect match. I no longer looked at him and focused on something else while drinking coffee. But it was only a matter of time before someone stopped in

That question made me numb. My throat ran dry and I can feel my weak knees, almost trembling because of mixed up emotions. I could not speak. After all those years of pain, he's now here beside me. So close, yet it feels like he remained unreachable. I kept my gaze on the blue sea, no intention of answering. Silence enveloped us. I don't want to lie. I don't want him to know my real feelings, either. So I chose to remain silent. Even in reality, I want to know a lot. I have a lot to ask him. I want to know what happened in his life after I left. Even if I can be hurt by whatever I discover, I still want to know it. Though we can't do anything about the past, I still want to know his side. He was not to blame for what happened, yet I blamed him. I was driven by anger at his mother and hatred of everything that happened. And also, I blamed him for not doing anything, for not fighting for me. But on the other hand, I thought maybe he didn

He looked up. I swallowed hard, can't take the intensity of his dark stare. But I just stayed where I was, openly staring at him as he slowly got out of the water. He took the white towel to the side, not cutting our gaze. He wiped the water in his face, down to his neck and bare chest. He immediately walked in afterwards. I stayed in my position, though. I'm not sleepy yet and the air here is relieved. I felt relieved on the stress and pressure I'm feeling these past days. I was a little stressed because of the company. As the Soldevilla heiress, it's already expected that I'm the one who's gonna take over the company. And with that, the pressure is killing me. I don't want to disappoint people who consider me family. A few moments later, the door opened. I didn't look at it because I knew it was Raxon who entered. "Not yet sleepy?" He stand beside me with his hand resting on the back of my waist. I glanced at him. He's now wearing a

Raxon's POVThe next day dad called an emergency meeting when a news broke. It was published in a news article that a ship we were going to the United States set sail even overloaded. That news made my head ache. But despite this I am thankful nothing bad happened in the middle of the voyage. Coincidentally we will lose a few millions. And our company's credibility would surely be questioned. It might even lead to bankruptcy. I sighed sensibly exiting the conference room. Dad was obviously in trouble. Even though there was nothing wrong with the voyage, it was still a big loss to us, especially since there were more than two thousand people on board the ship. We were the most trusted in this industry, and now ... I don't know. This problem really needs to be addressed. And I think a presscon can do something. We just need to deliver to people that it didn’t really happen on purpose. For the investors, they just need an explanation. Ma