"The security let me in. I hope you do not mind." Oh, he minds. He really minds, and she is starting to get on his nerves. “What—-what are you doing here? Why are you wearing my clothes?” "The rain soaked me. I did not have anything else to wear, so I borrowed this." She gave him a friendly smile. "Are you a fan of macaroni?" “No. I also want you to return home." He approached the stairs and turned to face her. “Why are you here?” "I was sent here by Mr. Queen. He asked me to give you some files." She motioned to the table, and Ezra's gaze met the stacked books on the table.“Were you at my parent’s house again?” "Do not say it as if it is a bad thing. Your mother wanted to spend some time with me. I had to go. Your father stated that the files are extremely important." "And you brought it tonight, of all days?" "I did not have a choice but to bring it tonight. I will be very busy tomorrow." Ezra let out a sigh. He could not stand there and argue with her any longer. "When yo

"She will be fine, Mr. Queen," the doctor assured as he reached for his bag. "All she needs to do is rest a little and take her medications, and she will be fine." "Thank you very much, Doctor Hariton." Ezra's gaze was drawn to the bed, where Heather was sound asleep, wrapped in blankets. When he woke up for work this morning, the rain had already stopped, and it bothered him that Heather had never texted or left a note indicating that she had already left. He made the decision to call her, and he heard her phone ring from the room he had assigned to her. He was perplexed. It was already after seven a.m., and she had not left yet? Or did she leave her phone at home? Before entering her room, he knocked on the door first. He did not hear any response, so he went in, and he was surprised to see her there. He approached the curtain and pulled it up, allowing the morning light to enter the room, but all he could hear was a hum. Ezra walked over to her bed. “Heather,” He called, but all

Emma cast a glance over to Zoe, who was preoccupied with the mini meatballs on her plate. She chose one and put it into her mouth. While chewing, she looked up at Emma. "You are very quiet." “No talking while eating.” Sighing, Emma dropped her fork into her unfinished spaghetti. Before leaving work, she had been thinking about Ezra. She could not even ask Gia and Floria to join her in her celebrations because of this. She sighed again, and Zoe's gaze returned to her. “Emma.” “Hmm.” She looked at Zoe, waiting for her to say something else. "I have already finished my food, but I am not full." Emma chuckled. Her gaze was drawn to the plate in front of her. "Would you like mine? I will not be able to finish it." Zoe gave a nod. Emma emptied her plate into Zoe's bowl. "What should we say?" “Thank you.” She clutched the plate close to her chest and began digging through it. "You have been eating a lot recently." “And you haven’t.” "You should not be concerned about me. I am the gr

Ezra inhaled deeply as he fixed his gaze on the door. As he waited for Emma to enter the room, he counted down from ten to one. At the fifth number, the door was rapped on, startling him from his thoughts. Ezra fixed himself properly and cleared his throat. He then commanded, "Come on in." When the door was opened, Emma entered. “Good morning, Ezra.” Although she was smiling, she was perplexed as to why he had summoned her to his office. Sure, she was late but how the hell would he know that? She even has reasons. Ezra's gaze met Milan's as she stood at the door and gave him an awkward look. She was wondering when they started calling each other by their first names. He motioned with his hands for her to depart. She shut the door, and Ezra locked eyes with Emma. “It is Mr. Queen.” “Huh? However, you stated—" "Miss Facer, we are at the office." He offered her a seat. "At work, we address each other by our job titles." He picked up the pen and resumed his work. Emma sat down, nod

Emma was on the couch, her phone in her ear, fidgeting with her nails in her teeth. It was 9: 26 p.m. The beeping continued, and a voice could be heard in the distance. “Hello.” “Hi, Mr. Queen.” She called happily, then tapped her brow, feeling awkward. “Hi, Ezra.” “You called.” He could not believe she would phoned him. He wondered why. "Is everything all right?" “Yes. But I am troubled.” “Why?” He walked over to his couch, holding a bottle of water in his hand. He had just returned from his evening run. “Is there anything I need to know about?” Wasn’t that why she called? In order to tell him what was bothering her? “It is about Zoe.” “Is she all right?” “Yes. She is. She is perfectly fine.” "So, what is the issue?" “I got her result today. Concerning the test I mentioned to you." “Yes. I remember. Did she fail them? Is that why you are concerned? Emma, she is still three years old. She still has a lot to learn, so—" he was interrupted. "Zoella passed everything." “What?