Semua Bab Mr. CEO, Marry Me On Conditions [The CEO's Replaced Bride]: Bab 361 - Bab 370

ChristianWhen I take a turn from Michael's cabin, from a distance, I find Samuel on his knees and Chrisanna is sitting on the chair. As the distance decreases, I realise she has been crying. That makes my heart sink right away and I surge towards them. The last thing I see is the band-aids on both of her knees."Chrisanna!" I clamour, reaching out and immediately pulling her closer to me. "What happened? How did this happen?"I look down at her knees, confronting her. "It's okay now", she says. Her entire face is swollen and I can't help panicking. "How's it okay?" I seethe. "Tell me what happened here"She twitches her lips and looks down and it clearly means she got herself hurt. That's why she's avoiding eye contact with me."Princess, what happened over here?" I repeat a bit coldly. "Forget it"I hold her legs and try to scan the wound but it doesn't seem too big since it's completely covered with the thin band-aids. "Let's go. You need to see the doctor right now""I'm good,

Christian"Everything is going well. We just have to keep a track of her medication and improvements. There will be two monthly therapies before we get another test done to see if she still has any traces of cancer", Michael says.Everything is coming positive and it makes me hopeful that soon she'll be completely fine."I really can't wait for the day", I say."Me neither", he says. "Chrisanna is a courageous child. The way she battled for more than a whole year. I have seen adults giving up for months. She's no less than a blessing""For sure", I smile and look over at Chrissie and Samuel talking. Michael takes leave and walks out of the cabin and I move to them. "What's cooking here?" I ask as I find them chatting very seriously. Chrisanna looks up at me excitedly. "Paa, I invited Samuel to my delayed birthday party. I did right?" She squeals. I'm actually mesmerised by the way she brought it up. "Of course. You did right"I look at Samuel. He looks confused. I don't know how h

Christian She seems to be at a loss for words. "I don't want to force— even explain anything to him. At least, at this point when he's trusting me with everything. He feels safe with me. And I just can't disrespect his decision just because he's a kid. He needs to know that we're the people who care about him and value him"She just nods, pressing her lips. I touch her cheek. "It's a lot for him to take at this age. I can feel him. I can relate to him so much. He reminds me of my childhood. Those days when I was left alone with a bunch of strangers. Life in a foster home. Even though this is different and he does have a mother and all of us. He just can't trust enough because of all the bitterness Damien put into his premature head. It's gonna take a long time""I know", she looks at me, cupping my face with a small smile. "And I understand why you're so careful and patient with him. I have always known that it was because you saw your childhood in him"I pass her a painful smile.

KaneI turn the stove on and let the spaghetti boil while cutting the veggie. My phone rings just then. I wipe my hands and grab the phone. It's Ivanna."How's she doing?" She snaps as soon as I receive the call. "Did she cry a lot? She was silent? Or she kept ranting? Did she eat something?""Ivanna, relax!" I tell her, smiling audibly. "She's not that fine. But better than before. She cried and rambled a lot. But she didn't ask me to go this time. I was hugging her for like thirty minutes before she finally got up to get a shower", I narrate the whole thing and hear Ivanna sighing deeply."I'm feeling so terrible right now, Kane. She should be here now. But I couldn't do anything to—""It's okay", I assure her. "She understands that. And you know why she was crying? That we have to worry about her all the time. That we're always scared she'll be hurt""That's Emily for a reason. She thinks she's obliged to make everyone happy", she says. "But I'm definitely obliged to make her hap

KaneI come rushing downstairs after spending only twenty minutes in the other room which I use when Emily needs the whole room alone. Fortunately, I hate a pair of clothes over there. I put on the as usual white shirt and black pants after showering for a long fifteen minutes to get rid of the smells of herbs and onions. No one wants a spice-stinky date, of course. I find Emily sitting by the table, the candle is placed just in front of her face, making her glow even more in that yellow dress that I chose for her. However, I didn't expect her to be dressed with this much effort. As I step closer, I find a lot of details she hates to do. Or I can say she's too lazy to do it. She doesn't style her hair more often because every time we have to go out, she always finds the last ten minutes to get dressed. She would eventually leave them open or make a bun. It's not that I didn't like it that way. Emily drives her eyes away from the phone and looks over at me. Her lips widen into a bea