Sir Fernando and Blaze were sitting in the wrought-iron chairs under the shadow of the maple tree in the garden.   I couldn't understand, but my heart fluttered the moment I saw Blaze. I gazed at him as I walked towards them. Good thing he was not looking in my direction, as he was busy reading a newspaper. He looked serious, with his knitted brows and tightly pressed lips.   'He's beyond handsome, right Ayira?' Sierra mumbled in admiration.   Well, I couldn't deny that he looked cool in his plain white shirt while strands of his hair were slightly waving in the soft wind.

  Tears burned my eyes while my lips trembled. I felt so scared at that moment.   'Sierra? Sierra, I'm in trouble. I need your help.' I whispered. I had no choice. I had to wake her up.   After calling her three times, she finally woke up.   'What trouble you got into again, Ayira?' She questioned, seeing the guards dragging me.   'Tell me, what should I do?' I queried after I explained what happened.   'You know w

  I came out of the library, puzzled by why Blaze suddenly changed his mood. I could compare his behavior to the weather, so hard to predict. Sometimes warm, sometimes cold.   'Does he have mood swings?' I wondered.   'I think that's his natural behavior.' Sierra commented.   'Well, you're right.' I concurred with a smirk.   I went to my room and continued exploring my phone. Then I thought about sending Noah a text message to ask how I could return his kindness. &n

  Balling my fists, I glared at Cherry because her nails almost dug into my skin.    Then I gritted my teeth. At any moment, I would explode in rage.   'Ayira, calm down.' Sierra whispered as she could feel that I was losing my temper.   'Peshteah, Sierra. How can I calm down?' I retorted.   'You know the rule.'   Hearing Sierra's words, I could do nothing but shut my eyes and take a deep breath to calm myself

  Blaze's POV   I was staring at Ayira, who was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed. And as I gazed at her delicate face, an extraordinary emotion bloomed in my heart. I pondered what it was, but I couldn't get an answer. Perhaps I was guilty of what had happened to her. Because if it were not for me, if I only let her go with Mr. Ashford, she wouldn't be here.   After the ambulance came last night, we immediately brought her to the hospital. I called Doctor Jones, my grandfather's 55-year-old doctor, ahead to standby. Thus, as soon as we arrived at the hospital, he attended to Ayira immediately.   Good thing, Ayira had only mild symptoms and clear lungs. After the doctors evaluated her, they had declared her out of danger. Doctor Jones said that the first aid treatment I performed right after I rescued her from the water was a great factor. Then, they had transferred her to a private room for observation.