(Eve's POV)“This will only take a minute,” Bernard said, smiling sheepishly at me while placing the food container in the microwave.Bernard Smith lived in an all-white interior studio apartment with a calming and relaxing atmosphere, maybe because of the indoor plants that added a touch of nature to the ambiance. I found the place clean and neat for a man living on his own. Even the piles of papers on his desk near the bed were organized.“My hungry tummy can wait,” I chuckled, lifting a small picture frame on the side table. “Your sister?” I joked, betting the woman in the picture was his mother.The resemblance between him and the woman was hard to miss. I understood where he got his good looks. Their striking features were almost identical. I pressed my lips, suppressing a laugh as I thought of finding the female version of Channing Tatum.Bernard looked in my direction and smiled.“That great woman there? My mom. She’s an annoying but the best mom in the world,” he muttered lovi

(Cal’s POV)“What’s with you?” Millicent hissed annoyingly and glanced at the door closed. “Do you want Eve to sue you for harassment?”I didn’t answer. Instead, I focused on the food, not wanting to admit that I crossed the line. I shouldn’t have done it and thought about doing it to her. It was not real but a dream that could jeopardize my position.“What’s that? How did you get it?” Millicent muttered, copying my tone. She groaned and rolled her eyes, biting the steak on her fork. “Are you the only man she met in her life? She’s young…” She chewed her food, her excuse for thinking of the best way to attack me. “She’s a young widow -”I lifted a hand, glaring at her.It was enough cue for Millicent to get the message I didn’t want to talk about it. I sighed but continued to eat, not wanting to give her a chance to make fun of me again. I felt stupid, thinking it was not a dream. How could it have happened when I had a late online meeting last night, and she had two guests at home, a

(Eve's POV)Callahan turned to me and gave me the folder. “Edit the changes in the contract and then send it to Kei and me. Don’t forget to cc Bob and Millicent. After that, we can leave.”Easy peasy! I smiled, nodding at Callahan as I took the folder. It was not a déjà vu, and I was glad I didn’t have to panic. I knew exactly what to do.I nodded cheerfully as I had done that task yesterday… mine, but not Callahan’s. Then, his words echoed again in my mind.‘We can leave?’“Huh? We?” My eyebrows were furrowed as I asked him.“Yes,” he answered without looking at me as he was busy reading a text message. “I had this weird dream about you. I want to make sure it’s not happening,” he replied while typing.I didn’t mean it to happen, but my lips involuntarily pouted, upset that whatever that dream was, Callahan sounded sure he didn’t want a repeat performance. I was about to return to my table but stopped and turned around.“I'm just curious,” I asked in a hushed tone, glancing at Mr. Mo

(Eve's POV) Marga was humming Dancing Queen, swaying her head while spreading peanut butter on the slice of bread. I wasn’t sure if she intended to prepare our lunch boxes or recreate Mt. Everest using the sandwiches. Like me, her eyes were puffy from crying with me last night. As much as I wanted to keep everything to myself when she entered the bedroom, I knew I had to tell her. She kept saying I didn’t deserve what Rosie and Jessy did to me. I ended up consoling my best friend and calling her husband to pick her up later. If there were one person to carry this problem with my children, it would be me. Only me! It was enough that Marga and Bethany were there to help me, but only to a certain level. They have their own lives and family, too. Jessy nudged her head as if she could communicate telepathically with her youngest sister. Isabella, chewing her food slowly, moved her gaze in my direction. She swallowed the cereal, puckered her lips, and scooped another from her bowl. Her r

(Cal's POV)Rudy stayed under the tree, near where he parked the car, finishing the coffee Eve had given him earlier. He usually had breakfast at home, but I was already waiting for him when he reached the driveway. He greeted me warmly and smiled gently as he opened the car door for me.This was what I liked about him. Even when I told him we would go to Eve’s place first, he simply nodded and kept the questions to himself, that was, if he had any. Like Bob, Eve seemed to have won Rudy’s heart, too. Who didn’t like Eve? If Millicent were here, she would probably raise her hand, and I understood well her reasons. She wasn’t like Bob, the forgiving type. What Marcus did to her and her husband was something she would never let go and forget.Millicent…I let out a frustrated sigh, remembering what happened last night. Millicent showed up last night. It seldom happened, but she was drunk from the party and came to see me only to vent her anger with Eve.Not wanting to wake Diana up, I br