Looking at the smirking Christopher and a slightly bewildered Richard, Emma almost groaned out loud in annoyance but held it in at the last moment.“What can I help you with, Sir?”“Sir?”Christopher bit out in laughter but his eyes held a different story altogether.“It hasn’t been a fortnight since your divorce and this is your condition? What kind of man did you choose over me?”“Chris, drop it. I apologize, Miss. Wright, my friend here is a little tipsy…”“I’m very much sober, Richie. Emma, VVIP room 3, I stored a bottle of whiskey a few months back, bring it along with a couple of shots.”Saying this Christopher left the place without looking back, his tone biting cold as if the very thought of breathing the same air as her was intolerable to him.Richard who wa

“Have you lost your common sense completely?”“What?”“Remove your contacts.”Christopher gruffly said as he quickly released her as if she was on fire.He sat back down in his place, casually ignoring the surprised looks everyone else was giving him.He picked up his glass and brought it near his lips to sip to find it empty, making Richard clear his throat in amusement and he picked up the bottle to help him fill it up.“Here let me help.”Richard said as calmly as possible, but the slight smirk on his lips earned him a hard glare from Christopher, making him mock salute the latter.“You’re wearing contacts?”Royce asked in surprise as Emma nodded slightly, before placing the torch down reluctantly.Emma has always been insecure about her eye colour, it was mainly because of her getting bullied for it in the orphanage, she started wearing contacts when given a choice by her parents to make her feel comfortable.Since high school she regularly wore contacts throughout university till

After asking the car to follow them, Ryan followed Emma to the café she mentioned, all the while shielding her from the snow, even if it meant he was getting snowed and his right shoulder forming a wet patch due to snow falling continuously on it.Slowly guiding her wherever he felt the snow was deeper, making sure she did not slip on the slippery snow-laden ground.All these actions did soften Emma’s heart but there was a nagging feeling in her heart about all of this simply being an act to achieve something greater but what it was a question her subconscious couldn’t answer.Entering the café, they heard a grumble before a voice greeted them.“We’re closed for the… Emma?”Steven Sloan, Brittany’s son was the owner of this cozy café, when she visited Brittany a few days back near the old school, the old woman had suggested she work here rather than somewhere else.Though Emma already declined the kind offer, she still remembered the place and decided to come here since it was the clo

“It is not that severe, don’t worry I can take care of it.”Emma reassured Steven as she completed wiping the counter sparkly clean.“Emma… We just got you back after 5 years, don’t disappear on us again, alright?”“I won’t, don’t worry. I’ll let you and Elea in on the matter when the time is right.”“Just don’t land yourself in a situation like last time okay? Let us help you out.”“I know, don’t worry. It is getting late wrap up and we’ll head home.”“On it.”Steven beamed her a smile as he quickly went around the kitchen and turning off the appliances which won’t be necessary for the night, as Emma made her way out into the front side.“Mumma was telling me you found a full-time job in a café near the university, how is it going?”“It is great. I somehow love being the barista, especially with the creative orders the students come up with for themselves.”“Oh, tell me about it! They want a low calorie cappuchino which tastes exactly like the one made with whole milk and sugar.”Ste

Emma was shocked by the revelation would be an understatement, why build an orphanage over the land that took away their daughter?Won’t visiting the place again and again simply refresh the healing wounds?And her birthday... she knew the birthday she was celebrating all these years wasn’t her original birthdate because the orphanage considered the day they found the child as their birthdate.So, according to the calculation, she reached the orphanage 4 days before the celebration, i.e. her birthday which was 3 days back was the day she was kidnapped 25 years ago.As if understanding Emma’s conflict, Ryan sighed softly and drove silently toward their next destination.Stopping in front of a country house surrounded by lush greenery, Ryan brought her inside the house.They were greeted by a well-groomed man in his late 40s who was dressed in a butler’s uniform.“Ruford is the supper ready?”“Yes, Mr. Ryan.”“Very well, show Miss. Wright the guest room.”“Yes. Please follow me, Miss. W