Lahat ng Kabanata ng Restart My Life: The CEO's Second Chance: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 48

When I walked onto the training ground, the air was tense. It is the kind of tension you can only find when people are working hard and training. The sound of people running and the cracking of guns echoed throughout the area. The drills sounded like they were going to go on forever. The entire grounds were massive. The training grounds were covered with ranges for targets, obstacle courses and combat simulations. This was the type of location that pushed your body and mind to your limit. If you weren't disciplined to the point of extreme you would never make it. When Shylie Reed stepped foot on those grounds after a number of years, she felt very comfortable.While attending school at a University, she decided to participate in a special program offered by the Military Base located near campus. Students from the University were invited to train with military personnel. While participating wasn't impulsive for Shylie it was necessary. She has always believed that having knowledge, bei

As the late afternoon sunlight cast long, warm shadows across Shylie's cluttered workspace (her sanctuary), it also illuminated her. Books lined the walls; papers littered her desk; her notebooks lay open with pages covered in neat writing and complex formulas. Her sanctuary was a haven for her ambitions. Ambition has taken hold here and has grown quietly.Across from Shylie at the old wooden table sat Elias Tan—tall, sharp-suited and attractive in a way that demands your attention. He is in his early thirties and possesses a sculptural quality to his appearance—chiseled features, dark eyes that resemble obsidian, smooth, styled hair and an unyielding composure. His expression is unreadable and quiet, conveying decisions made in secret and authority exercised quietly. Power comes naturally to him. He carries it easily.He puts on his glasses and carefully reviews his last set of notes as if he expects nothing but perfection. Eli

As New Years Eve crept closer, the Reed family's living room glowed with soft light in the haze of Christmas decorations. An old grandfather clock chimed softly as the hours ticked away. On the other side of the frosty panes, fireworks burst softly outside, producing colors muted by distance.Shylie sat in a large, comfortable armchair with a warm cup of tea in her hands. Her normally steadfast eyes flickered with something deeper, a hidden burden she bore under her reserved demeanor."You know how your dad and I felt about bringing Leah into our family," her mom said softly while sitting across from her. "We believed it could mend the old wounds." However, "sometimes…family is more complicated than just being loved."Shylie took a swallow to keep the lump forming in her throat from coming forth. Shylie knew exactly what her mom meant. Love was not always enough to repair the damage of the past, to remove the wounds t

As she breathed in, she found her thoughts blowing gently like the wind. She wasn't going to allow her history to continue to repeat itself. Her circumstances were different; the stakes were higher, the scales were tipped.She could not protect her heart. Even if it meant being at arm's length from people she still cared for. Even if it meant walking the tightrope between who she currently was and who she used to be."Shylie?"She looked up to find Darren standing several feet behind her. His expression was both gentle and serious.There was an unmistakable understanding in his eyes. He was aware of what she was experiencing."You're overthinking," he said soft