บททั้งหมดของ Please! Marry Me Again : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

It was many hours away since Diana came back after submitting their names for the annual business summit. What appeared to be a mistake gave Diana restless thoughts. Was there a way to kick it out of her mind? This must be the biggest mistake of the year for her. While in the back of the car coming back, she rested the back of her head against the seat. The moment she closed her eyes, she heard the exact statement that Mrs Darlington said, “...let her bear that name, it's just a day.” Her breath went up. As she came down and tried to hide her worry, it was spotted by Becky. How wouldn't she find out from her suppressed facial expressions? They were best friends for God sake. When Diana stepped into the house, and she didn't know that Becky had saw her first through the window in the sitting room, Becky asked while standing and walking up to her at the door. “What happened? Has the collection of the names over?” “Oh no…” she adjusted her gown, buying time and thinking of what to say

A Monday Like No Other. It was rare for Alexander to miss a Monday morning at the office. His routine was almost sacred, each movement timed and precise, a testament to his discipline. But today was different. The silence of his grand compound was broken by the sound of his hurried steps as he paced back and forth between the driveway and his huge building.“Boss is still at home!” one of the household staff whispered to a colleague in disbelief.“Maybe the death of his wife is finally getting to him,” another ventured cautiously.“But when she was alive, did he ever really care? Could it be that he loves her more in the grave?” the third added with a sarcastic chuckle, quickly glancing over his shoulder to ensure no one else was listening.“Don’t drag me into your morning gossip,” a fourth interjected, his tone sharp. “Am I laughing? Where is Humphrey now? He left because of how our boss treated his late wife.” Out of nowhere, they saw Alexander walking towards them, making them co

It was 7:30 a.m., a quiet, somber morning. This was the day Mr. Tom had dreaded ever since he told his boss that Mrs. Alexander would finally be laid to rest. Inside his room, Alexander stood before the mirror, already dressed in a black shirt and trousers. His personal assistant was fastening the buttons of his tailored black suit, his hands trembling slightly as he felt the usual breath of his boss."What time is the burial?" Alexander's voice broke the heavy silence. It wasn’t the usual commanding tone that struck fear or respect into everyone around him. Today, it was fragile, as though the air barely passed through his throat."Eight a.m., sir," the assistant replied quietly.Alexander nodded but didn’t move to leave the room immediately. Instead, he turned toward the bathroom, his steps deliberate and sharp. Tom assumed he had forgotten something and he was right.Inside the bathroom, Alexander’s gaze fell on the portrait of his late wife, Becky, hanging against the large mirror

“Sir, it's been two days now that you haven't eaten something. This is not good for your health?” Mr Philip, chef of Mr Alexander's house was at a safe distance and he poured out his mind to his boss. Alexander sat down on his couch in his room close to the window. He paid no attention to him or responded to him by looking in his direction. At Alexander's feet were empty bottles of alcoholic wine. Mr Philip wanted for a few seconds and added, “I have been your cook for so long and I have never seen you in this kind of situation before. Please, eat, I prepared your best meal.” Still, Alexander kept him quiet. His face was down, probably his eyes were open or closed. “The calories that this alcohol gives you are an artificial source of energy. They are not good for your body…” “Do you know that I lost my dear wife? Have you lost someone that you love so dearly before? Have you ever had to bear such a burden before?” Alexander for the first time turned his face and looked at

“Who is this untrained waitress?” Helen shouted and she subconsciously pulled backwards as she saw the split of the wine slashing towards her. Becky had already filled the glass cup in her hand with wine and was about to give it to the man who requested her name a few seconds ago. One thing was still unclear. Did Becky deliberately throw the cup of wine towards the direction of her ex-husband and Helen who haven't taken notice of her? “Did she know the amount my darling here used to purchase the designer gown?” Her voice drew the attention of those sitting around. She cried without tears frantically and used her hands to dust the wine from it, but the colored wine had already entered. “This gown will pay your bills and wages for a lifetime,” her face still on the gown while Alexander stood there, altering no words and his eyes a bit disgusted by her reaction. She purposely wanted people to see her gown. Truly, the gown worth hundreds of thousands, but she was doing the opposit