Lahat ng Kabanata ng To Love Again: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

I blinked my eyes open as sunlight spilled through the curtains. I woke slowly, my body felt heavy with a calmness that felt foreign. I hadn't felt this much peace in a while.His arm was still draped over my waist, his breath warm against my neck. For a moment, I didn’t move, didn’t blink, I lay there, afraid that the slightest shift might shatter the fragile peace of this moment.Jordan lay unguarded in his sleep, no furrowed brow, no clenched jaw, just quiet. His lashes were long for a man, and beautiful too. I traced my hands slowly over his brows.His eyelashes fluttered. A low hum rumbled in his chest as he stirred, arm tightening reflexively around me. When his eyes opened, sleep-blurred and dark, they locked onto mine instantly.“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice groggy with sleep. “Morning.” My fingers brushed a crease the pillow had left on his cheek. He caught my hand, pressed a kiss to my palm. “You’ve been staring.”“Only for a few minutes." I said with a smile.“H

Chloe and I spent the rest of the day the way that we enjoyed doing most. We sat with chocolate flavored popcorn and drinks and watched cliche romcoms with a blanket over our legs. We laughed too hard at terrible dialogue and cried at the same sad ending we'd seen five times before, with our knees knocking together whenever one of us reached for the tissue box. Rain tapped against the windows outside, the kind of steady patter that made the world outside feel far away, the kind of steady patter that caused us to huddle together under the single blanket, holding on to each other.Suddenly, in the middle of a movie that was playing, she spoke loudly. "Pause it," she demanded, pointing at the screen where the romcom heroine was mid-cliché stumbling into the male lead’s arms. I hit the remote. "What?" "You’re doing it again." “Doing what, exactly?” I responded. She reached over and grabbed my wrist, turning it palm-up. My thumbnail was ragged, the skin around it pink and irritat

After the dance in Jordan's kitchen, I had a smile plastered on my face as he set the table and treated me to premium princess service. The salad dressing which he'd made earlier and kept in the fridge tasted like heaven.As I ate, he hovered over me waiting to hear me say that the food was great. I held back for a while not giving him the satisfaction of the compliment that I knew he was dying to hear.Later, as I savoured the sweet taste of the lamb chops, I finally gave in and told him how great the food was. He beamed, and I laughed.“What are you so excited for me though? Weren't you already confident in your cooking skills?"“Well, I was, but still, it never hurts to hear just how good you are again."I laughed at that. I didn't know if this was him being egoistic or if he was just really excited to know that I was enjoying his cooking. He finally served up some of that food for himself, poured us both some of the wine that I'd come in with, then delved into his food. As we ate

Jordan's POVI lay there watching her leave with a forced smile. I cursed inwardly. Why did this have to happen today of all days? I had been diligent with my treatment these past few weeks. I hadn't missed a single day, so what went wrong?I'd felt the first signs of pain just before Marissa's knock came. I'd downed a bottle of water. It'd come again while we ate, but I hadn't expected the gut wrenching pain that I suddenly felt as we kissed. I hadn't expected the pain that clawed at my heart and knocked me breathless.I saw the helplessness in her eyes as she cried and asked how she could help. I wanted to tell her that it was okay, that I just needed to get to the hospital and I would be fine, but the more I tried to speak, the more blood sputtered out of my mouth.That was new, by the way. I had traces of blood in my saliva now and then but it had never been this bad. I drifted in and out of consciousness on the drive to the hospital. I watched her run after the nurses as they whe

Kingston's Enterprise had never been at the receiving end of such a major scandal. If ever there was a Kingston business on the news, it was to commend something that we'd done right so when we called for a press release to give details on the truth about the rumours that were making the rounds, the press came in roves to listen.The conference hall was filled to its brim with reporters and journalists eager to get a new piece of information for their newspapers or TV stations. It didn't actually matter to them that we were in a mess. To them, this was just another field day.Cameras flashed furiously as I adjusted the mic in front of me with white knuckles. I'd never been a fan of press releases, but this one was a necessary evil. Marissa stood at the side furiously taking notes and following up on online updates. "Thank you all for coming on short notice,” I started, exuding authority with my every word. What I'm about to show you now is a targeted smear campaign on my company by