“Love, did you make this porridge yourself?” Anderson was trying to distract Avery from whatever she must have heard him say over the phone but Avery had already seen through him. He stared at the steaming porridge whiles Avery stared at his face keenly, “Yes, but you haven’t answered my question.” Anderson stiffened slightly but didn’t stop the pretense. “What question? This looks delicious,” he picked up the spoon, scooped the porridge, and blew over it a little before emptying it elegantly in his mouth and nodding his head in appreciation. It was perfectly done. Avery’s eyes were on his every move and she shook her head rhythmically, “Get what done? Who were you talking to anyway?” She sat beside him on the bed and asked. Anderson ate slowly whiles he responded, “I was talking to Martin concerning a few things in the office.” Avery felt that he was acting strange but didn’t accuse him directly. She had heard a few things and would have stayed in front of the door to hear more

Dear cherished Reader, I have read all your requests for two or more chapters, which makes me happy because it means that you are enjoying reading the story as much as I enjoy writing it. Trust me, it’s what I intended for this month because I feel better and want to end the story by the end of the month but the problem is, I’m afraid of when my challenge would kick in again. I’ve had this health challenge for five years now so though I feel better sometimes, it usually doesn’t last long and for which reason the story might extend to April ending. I write the two chapters when I am up to it but hold on to one, just in case I am not able to write the next day. I hate to miss update days and leave you in the loop for which reason I arranged it that way, so that whether I am sick or not, you will have at least a chapter to read. I have another book ongoing as well and don’t want to put either of them on hiatus because they both have their unique readership base so I hope you understand

Mr. Baker was having dinner with his wife and second son, Robin, Trent’s kid brother who graduated from college a few months ago when his phone beeped. The sight of seeing his first child, who he made the CEO of his hard work, was a painful one. His brows creased, a frown lining them. There was a location attached to the video and pictures. Also, the video had begun popping up on some of the men's groups so messages from his business associates began flooding in all together. Mrs. Baker observed the changes in her husband’s expression, asking with profound care, “are you alright?” “How can I be alright when Trent is being imprudent?” The woman lost her appetite instantly. “What did he do?” The man passed the video to his wife, whose countenance turned horrid. “Mom, dad, what’s going on?” Robin asked, feeling neglected. He wasn’t as smart as Trent in school so Trent was still his father’s favorite at the moment. Robin was also a little careless, for which reason his father hadn’t i

Yvonne Sage saw Anderson entering his car before she got there. She waved. The man turned in her direction but quickly looked away. When she saw his car move from the car park, she followed him together with her friend, Celestine. On the road, she tried everything to get Anderson’s attention. “Can you flash him a high beam?” There was desperation in her tone as she asked. “Yeah, but why?” Celestine flashed the beam at the same time she asked the question, not understanding their reason for chasing after Anderson, the same way she couldn’t understand why they had to dress as men to attend an all-men’s party. At the latter part, she had lowered her head all through but saw how Yvonne had not batted an eyelash even when Trent was dancing naked. The only answer she got was, “It’s a long story.”“Do you know him?” Celestine didn’t want to be kept in the dark, when she knew who Anderson was and how ruthless he could be. Like what he did to Trent, she was sure that Trent would never anger

“Wow, wow, wow, so what happened to the pregnant woman and how is she faring?” Anderson asked as soon as they reached the VIP ward where Sophia had been moved to. She pouted, knowing that he was teasing her, turning her face to the side, into the arms of Tom. Anderson chuckled and teased her further, “has it been up to a month since I last saw you? You have doubled in size in just a few weeks or is it a month?” “Ander, do you know how Avery will look if she gets pregnant?” Sophia suddenly found her tongue and asked. No pregnant woman wanted to accept that she had grown big. Sophia wasn’t an exception. Anderson smiled, unmoved by Sophia’s comparison. He got her just where he wanted. “I remember someone telling me she wasn’t ready. I don’t care how my wife will look when she gets pregnant. You were the one blabbing.” “Ander please, the pregnancy was my idea,” Tom pleaded, uncomfortable with Sophia’s discomfort. He appreciated that she didn’t fight it when he requested for them to begi