Nickson turned around quickly. He didn't know since when Arthur had been standing in the doorway of his room, rubbing his half-closed eyes. Pajamas depicting astronauts and spaceships look wrinkled on his body. His copper hair, which was the same color as his, looked very messy, like a tangled palm broom."Why are you up so early? Can not sleep?"Nickson walked over to his son after he was done with the cuffs of his shirt. His tie was not properly attached and was still hanging from the collar of his shirt and dangling around his tough chest muscles."No Mommy was with me last night. Grandma can't read stories like Mommy."Something else he needed to deal with after Rebecca's death, Nickson thought grimly. Children are always the most difficult party to deal with these kinds of things. That's because they live with the thought that as long as they are young and unmarried, they are still under the responsibility of their parents. And as long as their paren

He watched her leave from the gap in the curtain that he pulled aside and formed a small slit the size of one of his eyes. He wasn't going to risk her knowing that he was watching her from behind the closed window of his house. He had been a complete fool for thinking it would be nice to kick her away, but he wasn't. When he saw the sadness on her face, his heart sank and beat fast. He is like a devil who is very evil because he has torn her heart. And what did he just witness? Her shoulders shook before she got into the taxi and slammed the door shut. Is she crying? Was she sad after I kicked her out? Nickson was feeling ridiculous now. His feet were still glued to the front window of his house and he was observing the empty street that stretched out in front of his house. The taxi had just left, but Nickson could still see Blakely's frail figure up ahead, crying with shaking shoulders. Yeah, he's probably crazy! With a huff, he backed away and headed for the kitchen. He wanted to

By about five-thirty Blakely was ready at her restaurant. She looked stunning in a sleeveless knee-length dress, her shoulder-length hair was flowing down and decorated with a silver butterfly hair clip. It was a gift from an old friend when she was still studying culinary arts. Today she wants to bring all the positive energy she had when she was still studying culinary arts. Even though the little gauze was still on her forehead—which served as a daily reminder that the accident was real, she tried to look as cheerful as possible on this day. She shouldn't mess things up and has to look perfect. "All the dining tables are covered with tablecloths, Tyson?" "Don't worry, Ms. Blakely. Amber and I haven't forgotten a single table. We've put up all the tablecloths in the dining room on the first and second floors." "Good thanks." Blakely smiled in satisfaction. Her eyes moved around the decorations in her restaurant which looked stunning. All the plants

“Is that your reaction to welcoming me? You are evil for not inviting me here.” Blakely still couldn't believe this. Axel Howarts at the opening of her restaurant? For God's sake! There was nothing crazier than seeing Axel appear before her. The man was the super busy person she had ever known. Twice she had made an appointment with the man four years ago and three years ago, she had to change her schedule many times just because Axel had other more pressing work because he was under contract with several brands, so he couldn't just ignore them. So it was a miracle that Axel Howarts could show up at her restaurant in Atlanta. Thousands of miles away from New York. "I thought you were busy. Well, welcome to Atlanta." Blakely hugged Axel tightly and warmly. One of her best friends apart from Marry Christin. Axel has helped her a lot to create spectacular dishes during her time at Marry's Steakhouse. His sharp tongue and frequent harsh criticism earned her more sparks to make her co

She should be sleeping, just as she had told Nickson that she needed rest to ease her headache. But instead of sleeping, she stared intently at the ceiling of the guest room at Nickson's house, Rebecca's house. Blakely still couldn't believe that Nickson had allowed her to stay the night and wear the silk pajamas she'd found in the closet. The pajamas were soft and comfortable against her skin which had been exposed to the warm air outside all day. And most importantly the pajamas were also very covered, a pair of shirts and trousers, so she wouldn't feel awkward walking out of her room in those pajamas. Now Blakely felt like she couldn't sleep. Don't know what made her like this. Maybe because she was sleeping in a new place or because this was Nickson's house. Nickson! That annoyingly arrogant man allowed her to stay at his house? Hell! It's like a miracle. Blakely squeezed the bolster in exasperation. She sleeps on her back thinking abou