บททั้งหมดของ My Janitor's Whisper of Love : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

"I had to. Life doesn’t always give us what we want. I just don’t understand why she would do this to me." "Don’t let it eat at you. Women can’t be trusted," he snapped, and my heart sank. His mother’s betrayal could twist his perception of all women, poisoning his marriage. I had to correct him at once."Not all women, Gabriel. You have a good wife." My words sank in, and after a pause, he conceded. "You’re right, Dad. She’s different." "I’m glad you see that. Actually, I have a surprise for you," I said, sparking his curiosity. "Huh! Now you’ve got me interested. Let's hear it."Smiling, I continued, "The convention turned out to be a blessing. I reconnected with my high school crush, and we’re together now." Silence stretched over the line as he processed the news. "Gabriel? Are you still there?" "Yeah, Dad. That’s good to hear." He hesitated before he spoke, "But tell me, Dad, were you involved with her while you were still married to Mom?" The questi

FranceI had been happy and stable. The three programs were interesting and we were learning as fast as we could. With Julius appearing in my room and dreams, I was not bothered about visiting our former school. I have no idea how it would happen, my instinct informed me that I would see him soon. With that assurance, I faced the program. The few remaining weeks would soon come and we would leave for Westminster. The establishment of the two companies would make news headlines.Reuben's Office - His POV Not knowing what Johnson wanted, neither was he aware of my longing to see Julius, both of us held onto each other tightly, physically and emotionally. The condition I saw him in the day he was sleeping weakly on the couch had not left my memory, and I would not want it to happen again. Nevertheless, Wilson’s disappearance troubled me."We should check on him, "I insisted that afternoon, bracing for the usual refusal. To my surprise, a flicker of fear crossed his face, unsettling, u

Now, I could not control my emotions and I began to weep profusely. Grandma and my mother were touched but Henry was unperturbed - he wished to ensure that I was aware of what I was doing."You have suffered enough and can't marry a poor man," he declared conclusively."I can cope, Big Brother," I cried out and looked down."I will get back to you on Monday," he said and got up."Later, everyone," he said and moved."Later, Henry," they responded simultaneously and I was too emotional to speak.He stopped, focused on me, and waited for me to speak. My mother and grandma did the same thing. When I sensed the tense atmosphere, I looked up and greeted him."See you later, Big Brother," I mumbled.He smiled cynically and responded, "Later," and walked away."Stop crying," Grandma pacified me."It's for your own good," my mother added.The Bar and Resort - Reuben's POV Johnson was on a trip and I was lonely. To enjoy the feeling I got about Julius the other time, I came to the bar with on

My dream shattered at the sharp rap on my door. A flicker of irritation rose, but I swallowed it. I’d been too harsh on my workers lately. "Who is it?" I asked, smoothing my voice. "The janitor. Your dinner’s ready." "Oh." I exhaled. "Thank you. I’ll be out shortly." "It's okay," came the reply, followed by retreating footsteps. I dragged myself up and trudged to the bathroom, my mind circling back to Denise’s words. "If the departed’s loved ones celebrate, does that mean they’ve moved on?" A knot twisted in my chest and I asked myself, "Am I holding him back by refusing to let go?" No answers came. With a heavy sigh, I stepped under the scalding water, letting it loosen the tension in my shoulders. For the first time in months, Julius didn’t haunt my thoughts, only Johnson.At the dining table, I slumped into my chair, staring blankly at the wall. The emotional fatigue weighed like lead. I just wanted someone to be with. My bottom lip jutted out before I could stop it.

He was out to cry and I allowed him. That seemed to give him some relief. I provided my shoulder and he cried unrestrained.Likewise, I kissed his temple, slow and deep, pouring every ounce of my regret and love into it. When I pulled back, his eyes were closed and his breathing steadier. "Don't leave me again, please," he pleaded and passed the message.He loved me, my presence, and respected my love. I rubbed his back and responded, "Never. You are more than any trip to me."As I helped him, I made a silent promise - no more suspecting him, leaving him behind. No matter what. Westminster Hendrick's POV That Sunday afternoon, Lindsey was troubled as he sifted through the application bank. His task wasn’t merely to invite applicants, they had to be beautiful, worthy of becoming a queen. "How can I possibly determine beauty just from an application?" he mumbled. To avoid creating more problems for my father, he continued. Suddenly, a guard walked up to him with an application l