LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Entering the vast structure with elegant and costly flooring, I observed various levels of staff in their well-maintained uniforms. The atmosphere was bustling with activity.Regardless of its size, appearance, or opulence, a hospital remains a hospital; a place where individuals receive news, either good or bad. Some leave with smiles, while others leave feeling shattered.I couldn't bear the scent or sight of injured patients. With my head held high and sunglasses shielding my eyes, I proceeded to the designated ward to locate her.Upon entering the ward, I noticed four beds positioned opposite each other, totalling eight beds separated by curtains for privacy. The patients appeared to be women in their sixties or seventies, all dressed in the hospital's attire. Some had companions assisting them with tasks like feeding.Approaching them, I greeted a few patients before reaching her bedside. She lay curled up on her bed, gazing out the window, the last bed by the window, isolated w

"Gentlemen, how may I be of service to you?"I inquired, taking my seat as the two well-dressed men sat before me. They had insisted on meeting with me alone, leaving Bella with no other option but to remain in the office, standing a little ways off in case of any unforeseen circumstances.In recent weeks, I have been engaged in a series of interviews with reputable media companies, all of whom shared a common goal of progress and success.I found myself constantly wearing a smile for the cameras and unexpected paparazzi, unable to visit the store as I typically would for supplies, often resorting to online shopping.As the men sat before me, appearing as though they harboured grievances against me, one of them spoke up, "I believe you are aware of our identities.""No, I am not," I replied with a touch of wit, as I had a workload to tend to and they seemed to be wasting my time."Very well. We are the CEO and Co-founder of Harvest Insurance Company."It was evident that the man speaki

The lamentations of the child, exposed to the sight of harsh realities of human nature, captured the attention of everyone in the house; first Mrs. Williams, followed by Zach and Christian. Zach appeared agitated and enraged to find me in such an uncomfortable situation as if he harboured the most malevolent thoughts towards Catherine, who still clutched the bowl. Mrs Williams attempted to console Kevin to cease his tears, then turning her gaze towards Catherine, she remarked, "It has barely been twelve hours since our arrival, yet I am beginning to regret bringing you along." Christian discreetly escorted me out of the kitchen so I could freshen up. I was overwhelmed; it had been a while since I had encountered such discomposure. Zach would need to take more decisive action to defend me against whomever she claimed to be to them. After cleansing myself in the bathroom, I entered the bedroom clad in a bathrobe. He entered with an apologetic expression. As he approached me, I

I sat on the shore in the late hours of the night, the gentle sound of the waves providing solace. The footsteps I heard belonged to Christian, weighed down by guilt. I chose not to face him, despite my suspicions. I wished it was a different situation that I could handle. He handed me his phone, claiming it was his mother on the line. Out of respect for her, I reluctantly took the call. "Hello, Mrs. Williams," I murmured as I held the phone to my ear. "Jolaade, you have every right to feel frustrated. If I were in your shoes, I might have reacted worse, as the pain would be unbearable. I never imagined Zach could be serious about anyone, let alone proposing at the cost of his career, which he held dear. Believe me when I say you are different. I wouldn't label Kevin as a consequence of his past mistake, as every child is a blessing. I simply wanted him to spend Christmas with his father for the first time, and I couldn't avoid the mother, whose sudden competitive behaviour surprise

"Ma'am, the interns have arrived," Bella announced, standing at the door. "Who?" I inquired, puzzled by her statement. "The interns from the university. They submitted their letters last week," she explained, jogging my memory. "Ah, right," I muttered as it all came back to me. "Please show them in," I instructed. "Yes, ma'am," she replied, then signalled to the interns waiting outside, out of my sight. They entered in an orderly fashion; two young men and two young women, all well-dressed and stylish. One of the ladies sported large, elegant glasses. They appeared affluent, having graduated from a prestigious private school. Facing them, I extended a warm welcome. "Welcome to Apex; I hope you find what you're looking for here. I expect you all to conduct yourselves professionally and diligently in your assigned departments. Ms. Bella will be your guide; feel free to reach out to her for any assistance," I addressed them, and they responded in unison, "Yes, ma'am." "No need for