บททั้งหมดของ A Second Chance: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Caesar stepped out of the elevator as its doors swished open, breathing in the air and feeling better than he had five minutes ago. He had taken the elevator to the rooftop to escape from everything, and now, he really didn't want to go back.Inhaling deeply, he slowly exhaled while loosening his tie. He'd been bombarded with calls from Anastasia's mother, pleading for him to take her daughter back, and making ridiculous promises about Stassie changing her attitude. Today, she went a step further by paying him a visit, leaving him very uncomfortable with her tears and pleas.It had been the same old story, and he'd had no choice but to flat out tell her that he wasn't ever getting back with her daughter because he no longer had any feelings for her. Just like her daughter, she transformed into a totally different person, lashing out at him and calling him names, but he politely let her rant until she was done, and then she stormed out of his office."Women," he muttered, shaking his h

Driving up with speed and rounding the water fountain, Caesar narrowly missed hitting the red car parked haphazardly in the driveway. Swerving at the right moment and applying the brakes, he stared at the car in shock, breathing heavily as he tried to compose himself, wondering who was stupid enough to park their car that way.Parked in the spot was an Audi R8, and there was only one person he knew who couldn't care less about how things were done, only about her own feelings: Anastasia Knight. She gracefully alighted from the driver's seat, waved at him, and shut the door. Caesar unfastened his seatbelt, opened his door, and stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut before stalking over to her, eyes blazing with barely controlled fury."I must not have made myself clear before, Anastasia," He growled. "I told you never to show up here again.""Oh please," She snorted. "I know you're still angry, but it's been almost two weeks, and I've let you be. I want to come back."Caesar s

Two weeks laterHe missed her and it felt as though a part of him had been severed, causing him pain. The irony lay in the fact that they weren't even friends; he had regarded her as such, but she had merely tolerated him to avoid appearing distant. No longer visiting the rooftop, he strived to conceal his emotions from Bryan, believing he had succeeded. However, Bryan barged into his office with a determined expression on his face.He realized that his illusion of control had shattered, as Bryan, the perceptive genius, had sensed his distress. Had he inadvertently revealed himself during the morning meeting with the department heads? His preoccupation had caused him to miss his own name being called until Bryan intervened with a tap. Yes, undoubtedly, it stemmed from the events of that morning."That's enough," Bryan declared, his patience worn thin. "I've given you ample time to brood. I refuse to leave until you spill the beans. It's not like you're going through a midlife crisis

Amaliah clenched her hands, her fingers digging into her palms as the elevator ascended rather slowly to the rooftop. She was content with the slow pace, as it gave her time to think. She didn't want whatever was happening with Caesar to turn into something more than friendship. She knew that Rafael would be sorely disappointed with her for even talking to Caesar, let alone considering becoming his friend. However, even if Rafael were still alive and she had learned of his infidelity as she now knew, he wouldn't have been in a position to dictate whom she could befriend.She couldn't tell him about it either, as that would be like admitting she'd been thinking about it a lot, and he would definitely tease her. Before she could change her mind and press another button, the elevator arrived at the rooftop. The doors swished open, forcing her to step out, and then they closed behind her. Caesar stood there with his hands in his pockets, staring at the vast sky. He must have sensed her

Caesar felt like a complete failure as he watched Amaliah sleep. It was his fault she was lying there, and the weight of guilt pressed heavily on him. He doubted he could ever forgive himself for hurting her so deeply. He had to admit, she had been right all along. He had convinced himself that he could handle her rejection, but the reality had hit him far harder than he expected. Even Anastasia's indifference, the way she treated him like he wasn’t worth her time, hadn’t stung as much as this. He reminded himself that Amaliah still belonged to someone else—her late husband. Despite the man being gone, her love for him lingered, and Caesar knew he could never force her to feel the same way about him. She was carrying her husband’s babies, a constant reminder that Caesar had no place in her heart or her future. He paced the room, his eyes never leaving her face as he anxiously waited for the doctor. The pain etched on her face when he’d first brought her in had disappeared, replaced