Vivian thought. Having the company means receiving millions every month. Is that good enough? Why wouldn't Jaime want to do what everyone would die for?Without the company, he would be as useless as she and Clinton."What?" He asked when he saw her staring at him.Quickly averting her eyes, she smiled awkwardly and moved her shoulders. "Nothing." She lied. "I was just wondering... if you didn't want to inherit the company, what would you do?"Jaime smiled childishly. "I don't know. I haven't had a chance to think about it."There was something sad in the way he smiled. Vivian said. "Then I'll give you a chance to think about it now."He glanced at her, eyes shining with a grateful smile. Vivian automatically smiled in response."Let's see." He touched his chin, lost in thought. "Maybe a travel agent. I want to travel and see the world, see how people make a living across continents, and marvel at how different each of them is from us. I think it's really interesting. Or maybe I want

Resting her chin on his shoulder, her nose gently brushing against his neck, Vivian inhaled the cool scent of shampoo from his body, she guessed that he had just finished showering. He was trusting and warm, his arms gentle and safe around her. Sweet happiness flowed from him before he laced his hand with hers. Vivian let him go and took a step back."What do you do without sleep?" He asks. Jaime leaned forward expecting an answer.Avoiding his gaze, Vivian looked straight ahead. She can't tell him that she's contemplating Jerry's words or what's really going on.“Didn't you think of me?” He asked smilingly. When her eyes landed on him, he laughed. “I was just teasing you.” Leaning back against the car, he took a deep breath. "It feels great to be out.""Don't you have class in the morning?" She asked."It's not a problem, I'm used to sleeping for a few hours. Now that I've seen you, my mind is clear."Pressing her lips together, she stole a glance at him, feeling uncontrollably shy.

This thought was puzzling because Jaime had been so honest and naive."I will tell you later." Jaime stopped the car. "I promise."Holding hands, he led her up the steps to the inside of the luxurious restaurant that made them look out of place in their ordinary clothes. When he explained that they had reserved a table, the waiter led them into a private room with a table reserved for them.She sat down at a table with four chairs, and vintage tapestries adorning the walls. Jaime clasped her hand under the table, they looked back at each other, smiling before the door opened. When they stood up, Jaime released her hand.Vivian listened to the noisy vibrator - a wheelchair powered by an automatic motor. His father, a handsome old man with an annoyed face, looked at her as he entered. The man appeared grumpy and unhappy. The waiter who opened the door rushed over to pull one of the chairs off the table. Jaime's father gave an insincere thank you to the waiter.Then her eyes turned to th

Jaime slowly walked the quiet street for half an hour before returning home at midnight. His mother was anxiously waiting for him at the door."Your father is waiting for you in your room." She speaks. That's what he guessed as well."I know." He said, taking off his shoes to put them on the shelf. Walking past his stepmother, he stopped when she grabbed his arm."I want to talk to you after you talk to your father, so don't go to sleep." She whispered quietly, he almost wondered why she spoke so softly.Nodding as a promise, he pushed the door open and closed it behind him. Like usual, his father sat on the bed, leaning against the pillow placed behind him. And as always, his face was dark and grim.Pulling a chair next to the bed, Jaime sat down. "I'm back."The father scoffed at his son's appearance. "Have you decided yet?"Jaime looked at him bewildered."What are you going to do? Are you going to marry her? Or are you going to meet President Evans' daughter again? I've heard her

"I don't care what anyone says," Vivian said softly. "Because they don't know me." Remembering his sadness from the day before, she said. "You don't need to be jealous of Hodja. Instead, I will protect you, so you don't need to worry about me and do what you want. I'll let you choose for yourself."Jaime looked at her in surprise then smiled softly, gently, and happily. “So, Vivian, will you marry me?”Embarrassed after exposing herself, she just looked at him with her heart trembling in a way she never knew was possible. Everything seemed to be working mechanically as if set up that way - the words that flowed and the way Jaime acted. It was all inexplicable, it was so out of sync with what she really wanted.The moment he opened his arms, she ran forward, threw herself into his broad chest, and hugged him. As if to make up for the torture of the past few days, she hugged him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder to inhale his body odor. Jaime placed his hand behind her neck to h