บททั้งหมดของ Mr. Webb, Make Your Move!: บทที่ 291 - บทที่ 300

Yaxley couldn't forget how Zara had looked on the Stewart family's cruise ship, wearing a light green evening gown that had been updated to a modern style. Her hair had been pinned up, and she had held onto the railing as she walked upstairs, moving with such grace. She reminded him of willow branches dancing in the breeze.Zara spoke up, "Mr. Lark, if you’re making suggestions on what I should wear, you might be speaking to the wrong person."Yaxley did not seem to notice. "I know this amazing tailor who makes beautiful dresses. I'll get one made for you in this color. What's your size? Or better yet, I'll take you to meet the tailor this weekend. Dresses like that need to be made just for you."Zara figured out something about Yaxley—he only paid attention to what he wanted and only talked about what he wanted.She had met bossy guys like Yosef and nice guys like Stanley. However, Yaxley was in a league of his own with his shamelessness.Zara had had enough. "Sorry, Mr. Lark,

The Hoster family's party was a grand affair, with their whole house shining bright with lights.Zara and Stanley walked out into the garden. The wind was chilly, and Stanley was worried Zara might get cold in just her dress. "You've already said goodbye to Madam Hoster. How about I take you home now?"Zara shook her head. "Let's stay a little longer. The party's not even halfway done."She could leave now, and probably no one would notice. Zara liked to do things right, however. She did not want to give anyone a chance to find fault with her.Stanley wrapped her coat around her more tightly and stood where he could shield her from the wind.He glanced down at her dolled-up face and asked in a low voice, "You look really tired. Is work keeping you too busy to rest?""I'm new at the company, so there's a lot to learn. I'm busy, but I'll get the hang of it," Zara replied, not too bothered by the workload.Stanley's voice was gentle. "You should still look after yourself. I'll ask

Zara spun around, puzzled. "What was that, Mr. Webb?"The room was cozy with warmth from the floor. Yosef had taken off his suit jacket and was holding it on his arm. He was just in his white shirt and a dark gray vest.His sleeves were rolled up, showing off his muscular arms—a mix of classy and wild.He was so close, and his words were clear. Zara must have been really lost in thought not to hear him. Yosef figured she just did not want to chat and gave a small smile. "Never mind."Zara turned back to the twins.She really did not feel like talking.Why did Yosef say that out of the blue?He would not have let her have their baby even if she did not end up miscarrying it. He had told her that much when she had that really bad period, which they thought was a miscarriage.She did not want to talk about babies with him either. It felt too weird and pointless.The twins had been snoozing so peacefully, but when Zara leaned over to check on them, one suddenly burst into tears wi

"Mr. Webb, it's over between us," Zara said. "I know you might be upset because I left all of a sudden, but it's been a long time. You should really move on. There's no point in bothering me anymore... I'm just the old flame you've gotten sick of."Yosef stepped closer to her in the dimly lit parking lot. His face was hard to see, and so were his feelings. "Go on, tell me more. What other things do you remember me telling you?"Zara's mind raced with too many harsh words. "You said I wasn't good enough, that I had no class, that I was too easy..."Just saying those words made her heart ache. No one could hear such things and not be hurt."Mr. Webb, you have all sorts of fun, and any woman you want is just a wave away. But for me, just getting by with my family takes everything I have. I'm serious, I can't just play around."She did not look up at Yosef or let him see her face.Time seemed to freeze, with only the wind still moving around them.Finally, without a word, Yosef toss

Zara did not get what Yosef was trying to do.A house as compensation made sense, but what about flowers?She looked at the card, and the printed word 'Webb' seemed to jump out at her. It was almost as if she could see Yosef's own handwriting. She used to be his secretary and had admired his signature on countless contracts. It was elegant and powerful.Back when she adored him, she had copied his name over and over on scraps of paper with serious dedication.Once, he caught her and raised an eyebrow playfully. She had blushed, hiding her practice with paperwork. She was too shy to meet his teasing gaze.Now, Zara should have felt nothing or at least been numb about it, so why did these memories sting?She put the card back in the flowers and carried them to the front door. She opened the trash can and threw them in without a second glance.She had gotten pretty good at aiming from tossing out Yaxley's flowers all the time.Right after, she heard clapping. Startled, she turned