Todos os capítulos de Loving You Again (English): Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Kacee exhaled a deep, shaky breath at his words. She couldn’t believe that after all these years, this was all he had to say to her.“I came back for you, but you were no longer there, baby,” he murmured. “And guess what? I’m glad to see you again,” he added.She shut her eyes tightly, and when she opened them again, she quickly snatched the wristwatch from his hand. She was about to step away—anywhere away from him—while he remained close behind her, when he suddenly grabbed her arm. The moment his hand touched her, a strange current shot through her body.“You’re leaving already? You’re not even going to say anything… after I made you feel so good?” His tone carried a hint of disbelief.But she detested every word coming out of his mouth. I can’t believe this!“Get away from me,” she said firmly. But he only let out a soft, amused chuckle

“What is the reason you want this project to be handled by someone else?” Chairman Emman asked Kacee seriously.He studied her closely as he sat back in his swivel chair.“I know I’m not in a position to choose my assignments, sir. But… I sincerely hope you’ll grant this request,” Kacee pleaded earnestly.“Ms. Samiano, give me a valid reason so I can understand why you want to pass this project on to someone else.”Kacee couldn’t answer Chairman Emman's question. She didn’t know how to explain it—or whether she should even say the real reason at all: that she couldn’t work with that man.“If you can’t give me a sufficient reason, I’ll assume you never made this request in the first place,” he said. “All right. You may go.”She bit her lower lip, and just before she could completely step out of Chairman Emman’s office, an i

“Who’s this admirer of yours?” Jema asked, leaning closer to peek at the card Kacee was holding.Kacee quickly hid it from Jema.“He’s not my admirer,” Kacee said.“Oh, please! Then why won’t you show us who it’s from?” Jema pressed.“You know, I still have a lot of work to finish. Come on, we’ll talk later,” Kacee said, shooing Mikay and Jema away as she guided them out of her office.“Wow, she really doesn’t want to tell us who her admirer is,” one of them remarked.“We’ll find out eventually,” the other replied.Kacee could still hear their conversation before they finally walked away from her office. She then turned to Rea and asked her a question.“Who brought these?” Kacee asked.“The security guard downstairs said he was only instructed to deliver them to you. No name was given,” Rea replied.But it was useless anyway, because Kacee already knew who they were from.“Alright then. I’ll just call you later once I’m ready,” Kacee said to Rea.“Yes, Ms. Samiano,” Rea responded poli

Kacee didn’t know why Ryan's words suddenly made her feel intensely nervous. Aside from that, she still wasn’t ready to meet him in person, because she didn’t want to say or do anything that might disappoint her father.In the nearly two months that she and Ryan had been exchanging chats and text messages, they still hadn’t met face to face. Her father was always keeping an eye on her, and her parents only allowed her to go out if Manuel and Briana were with her.She had never done anything her parents disapproved of or kept anything from them, which was why the idea of meeting Ryan in person frightened her. She knew it might sound overdramatic, but she felt as though meeting him secretly or sneaking out would be an act of defiance against her parents—and she didn’t want that.“Why don’t you just tell me now?” she said to Ryan.She heard him let out a deep breath. He fell silent for a moment before speaking again.“I’ll tell you when we finally meet.”“Then… on my birthday,” she sugge

“Ryan,” Kacee called his name. He looked at her attentively.“Yes?” he replied.“I have a question,” Kacee said cheerfully.It was already eleven o’clock at night, yet they were still on a video call. Kacee had lost track of how many hours they had been talking. Both of them were sitting on their beds in their respective rooms while chatting.“What is it?” he asked.“What do you call a heart that rushes forward?”He chuckled at her question.“Are you serious with that question?”“Of course,” she replied with a laugh. “Come on, hurry.”He thought for a moment, then looked back at her.“What?” he asked, unable to come up with an answer.“Then it’s a heart attack,” she said, bursting into loud laughter.She heard his hearty, handsome laugh through her laptop screen as well.“Was my joke okay?”“Yeah. But may I ask where you learned that?” he asked teasingly.“Secret!” she replied, making him laugh again.“I have another one,” she suddenly added.“Okay, I’m game,” he said, finally calming