"Let him eat alone. Don't spoil him." Blakely didn't care. She still fed Arthur with a piece of meatballs from the bolognese sauce she made for dinner today. The two of them then giggled together, as if mocking him who looked furious on the spot for being ignored. "I said stop. Let Arthur eat his food." "I don't mind feeding him. We don't do this every day after all." "Dad, don't be mad at Mommy. I promise only tonight." Arthur tried to neutralize the heat between them by smiling sweetly, but that didn't make Nickson's anger subside. Quite the opposite. "You're not a baby, Arthur. You've been spoiled lately. You often go against my words.” Nickson suddenly pounded the table. His face turned red, his fists pressed against the dining table which was still shaking from his rude actions. "What are you doing?" cried Blakely indignantly. She placed the fork on Arthur's plate, then glared at Nickson who was sitting across her fiercely

No. She couldn't be more patient than this. Nickson is outrageous for not picking up any of her calls since this morning. Now she was too tired to call him again and she would leave Nickson surprised when he came home from work because his mother decided to stay at his house. And damn, that's until next week at least. Hulya could have extended her stay at home if she sniffed out the oddities of her son's marital relationship. Blakely threw her cell phone roughly on the table. Soon it was dinner time, the restaurant began to fill with customers and she was getting ready at the front desk to welcome her loyal customers. Today she didn't have to go home to cook dinner for Arthur because the boy was safe with his grandmother at home. Today, even up to the next week she can focus more on taking care of her restaurant and doesn't have to go home as early as yesterday. "How about tonight's special menu?" Blakely asked Sayre who had just passed in front of her. She was carry

The next day when she opened her eyes, Blakely was grateful that she was still where she was and still curled up like a baby curled up in a blanket. She slept with her back to Nickson last night, and now she is still in that position. Her eyes blinked a few times to adjust to the brightly lit atmosphere in Nickson's room. White lights had been lit throughout the room. The yellow light had been turned off, and she didn't feel the man's presence by her side anymore. Blakely turned to the left. She saw that Nickson's side of the bed was empty and that the man had been standing on the edge of the bed and was buttoning his shirts one by one. His hard chest muscles peeked shyly under the pale blue shirt he was wearing today. His golden brown skin contrasts with the blue color of his shirt. Blakely found herself again mesmerized by the sight. The nose is also pampered with the masculine scent of Nickson, mint, and the alluring woody scent. Blakely's heart sank suddenly as a drop of water su

And then the atmosphere between them became quiet and awkward. Blakely didn't have any topics she wanted to discuss with Nickson right now. Her focus was only on the stunning scenery outside the window that was moving constantly, in rhythm with the speed of Nickson's car. All the sights were nothing special, they were sights she always encountered whenever she drove home from her restaurant. But what made it different was that this time she was sitting in the passenger seat with Nickson beside her, and she felt relaxed. She felt very calm and safe beside him. The corner of Blakely's eyes glanced at Nickson secretly. Observing his profile always never bore her. There were things she liked about Nickson like when he was so focused on something. He has perfect sharp eyes, a sharp jawline, and great concentration. Being under his green eyes is like you're at the center of his world. Blakely couldn't help the strange tingle that suddenly stirred in her stomach. She was ne

He lifted Blakely's chin gently, lifted her tear-stained face toward him, then kissed Blakely's lips softly and deeply. The kiss was gentle. Nickson closed his eyes to savor every inch of Blakely's lips mixed with the salty taste of her tears. It all gives a perfect taste and pleasant taste. Nickson couldn't stop kissing Blakely's lips and pressed harder against Blakely's neck to deepen their kiss. Blakely felt her body which was as stiff as wire slowly begin to relax and was very weak from Nickson's soft kiss. Nickson's lips felt cold and supple against hers. Nickson's breath smelled refreshing mint which made her feel even more happy to be in Nickson's arms. If this was one of his tactics to assuage her grief, he'd done it. Now she had almost forgotten all the sadness and anger that had previously spilled over her chest, and she just wanted Nickson's touch on her lips to deepen. "Hmmm... Nickson..." Blakely sighed desperately. She was running out of oxygen, but she didn't want the