ADELE'S POV The rays of the morning sun coming from the open windows in Carlo's room, seemed to be shining directly on my face, making me blink my lashes several times before my eyes adjusted completely to the brightness. Slowly, I raised my head up from his bed and glanced at him. He was still the same, no improvement yet. I had stayed up the previous night, wishing he'd at least move a finger miraculously or open his eyes. While watching him, I must have fallen asleep with my head on his bed. "Good morning Carlo. Can you hear me?" I began, reaching my hands to his. "I know that no amount of words I'd say would make up for the pains I'd caused you. That's why you should wake up quickly and punish me as you deem fit." I said as I brush my thumb on his hand gently. "I've been so stubborn, so unyielding and so unforgiving to you whereas it should have been the other way around, since I was the cause of your misery. I'm sincerely sorry. I hope you can wake up soon and talk to me.

~Few weeks later ~NARRATIVE The past few weeks has gone down smoothly for Adele. It was a break from work and stress which was well deserved. Everyday, she sat by Carlo's bedside, talking to him about random things in the evening and reading out books to him in the morning. There's still no certainty yet, to confirm he'd be regaining consciousness anytime soon. As usual, Brenda had long gone to work, Alvin was out and except for the chief butler and few other in-house workers, Adele was alone once again. It's not something she felt though, as she's always been the indoor kinda woman. Also, having to see Carlo daily, waking up by his side on many occasions, talking and reading to him, aided greatly in healing her one-time broken heart completely. It's a lovely Wednesday morning, Adele was reading Carlo a book again and she wondered if he was really hearing her as it's often said about coma patients. "...then Bernie leaned up to face Luca and grinned toothily. 'Of co

BRENDA'S POV I stepped out of the car and nodded to my driver. He bowed his head slightly before turning around and walking to the driver side of the car. Soon, he drove out of the compound and I was left alone at the quiet park. I was about placing a call to Rhys when I heard his voice behind me. "Here," I turned around and smiled. "Hey," I ran my eyes over his outfit and my smile deepened. I think this is the first time I'm seeing him on casual outfit unlike the business suit or tuxedo he always wears at the company. "You look dashing still, even outta the tuxedo." "Really?" He smiled and I nodded, walking closer to him. He was leaning by his car, dressed in dark jean and tight white top which revealed much of his drool worthy, perfectly chiseled muscles and white canvas. A small but lovely silver necklace, hung on his neck and his hands were initially tucked in his jean pockets. "Why does this feel like we're on a date?" Rhys said suggestively as he leaned away

~One week later~ADELE'S POV I walked out of the kitchen, drying my slightly wet hand on the pink apron I had on. It's been an amazing experience here since the day Carlo regained consciousness. I mean, my time devoted to taking care of him felt like a travel down memory lane for both of us. It made me realize how much I've missed being in his company and it felt as though we were married. The girls are aware that he's out of coma now. Their reaction to the news was priceless. Lana's delivery date was fast approaching and I hope Carlo's fully recovered before then. There's been remarkable progress in his recovery rate in the past one week. He was talking fine again. "Hey Adele, good morning." I stopped on my track in the living room, raising my gaze towards the stairs only to see Brenda, hurrying down the stairs excitedly. She looked really beautiful in her elegant business jumpsuit and her dyed blonde hair.was held up in a low chignon. "Good morning Brenda." I gri

ADELE'S POV I stared with widened eyes at Carlo. What does this mean? What does he mean? 'I've been thinking, Adele. Would you mind wearing the white dress again?' His words repeated in my head, emphasis on the second sentence. OMG! Is this what I'm thinking it is? A proposal?... For some seconds, I was silent while my heart kept leaping joyously within me. "Ah, I mean the dress you had on few days ago. It does suit you well." He said with a somewhat nervous chuckle while I felt as though I'd been waken to reality from a really enthralling dream. "Oh the dress...ah, I see." I managed a smile to cover my disappointment. "You must really like it. I'd wear it again for you." I said and he smiled. "Thank you." He grinned, unaware of the damages his previous unharmful sentence has caused me. I forced a smile and went back to my phone. Right! There's no need to get ahead of myself... I mean, we have all the time in the world to get married someday, right? Don't r