Canvas On Blake Apartments の小説・ストーリー

“But if I’m helping with the cookies, you’re not leaving me alone with the dough. I’ll panic” By the time we got to his apartment, the sky was completely dark. Blake’s place always smelled faintly like cedar and clean linen, and tonight there was something else too. It was the scent of sweat and the mountain still clinging to both of us. I dropped my bag by the door and kicked off my sneakers with a groan. “Blake, if I don’t sit down in the next three seconds, I might just die standing.” “Go sit,” he said, amusement threading through his voice as he opened a cupboard. “I’ll get water.”

A little bit at rest because the possibility of horrible things happening is still there and I know how much of a monster Walter is. “He can’t hurt us.” Blake said again with a smile on his face. “I took some karate classes.” Blake joked I laughed. We got to his apartment, it was not as big as Walter’s estate but it somehow felt like how, like somewhere that I can breathe easy, it air smells tasty like cakes and pies. We pasted by the kitchen to get to the room he had set up for me, the kitchen looks like it gets used not like the ones at Walter’s, I studied the pot at the edge of the kitchen counter, it looked like it has been in used for at least a few months unlike Walter’s pots and pans

"Blake just got five billion dollars from Cape Consortium." "What does that have to do with me?" Wilbur's expression was stony. His attitude grated on Yvonne at once as she thought inwardly, ‘This idiot is truly a pain in the neck.’ "Wilbur, Blake's going to be staying over tonight in my room. Try not to come outside if there's nothing going on. I wouldn't want you to see anything you shouldn't be seeing." Yvonne said in a mocking tone as she clutched Blake's arm.

Blake was busy with boxes of food stacked up to 5 stacks. "Madame left early this morning. She didn't say where," Blake said. I said goodbye to Blake and ran the car to the front of yesterday's apartment. I again saw Blake with the plaid entering yesterday's apartment. Wait, this is getting weird. Don't tell me this is the apartment of one of Krystal's boyfriends, and Blake delivers food here. Maybe Krystal left early this morning to come here? I then took the initiative to take photos of the apartment building that Blake entered earlier. I'll ask Shawn to investigate this place.

~CELINE~ "Oh my God, this place is gorgeous!" Blake's voice echoed through Caroline's new apartment as we stepped inside. The space was everything I had expected from Caroline and Fredric, elegant but warm, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Central Park and furniture that probably cost more than most people's cars. "I hope it's okay that I brought Blake," I said to Caroline, suddenly worried about mixing my worlds. Caroline smiled, pulling me into a hug. "The more the merrier! Besides, I need all the moral support I can get for my bachelorette planning."

Blake set her up in his apartment. In this kind of place, where every inch of land was worth a fortune, Blake actually owned a duplex apartment that had four rooms and two halls, with a total of two floors. Above the apartment was a small attic, filled with flowers and plants. Avery really liked it here. When the sunlight shone in from the window of the pavilion, it felt extremely warm and comfortable. In this period of time, Avery was almost completely exhausted. The first night she slept at the apartment was especially sweet, the round princess' bed was soft and cozy. Of course, the most important thing was that Blake did not go home that night.

She took out the spoon and said, "What, do you feel that your son has come to you and is too ashamed to see him?" With Blake's ability, it was impossible for him to not know her cafe. She believed that he even knew the address of her apartment. However, this was the first time that he had stepped into her territory. Robert glanced at Yu Cangcang and put down the newspaper in his hand. His breath also sank... Downstairs, near the corner, Blake was slowly stirring the coffee. His indifferent eyes fell on the cup of coffee in front of him, looking at the shallow whirlpool inside. He was not interested in the decoration here, or the guests sitting there.

I didn’t alert her of my trip, because I knew how busy she was and how the news would distract her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming, malyshka!? (baby, but different from the romantic version, “detka.“) I would have made time for you. How long are you visiting Tobolsk?” She pulled away and rubbed my cheeks. People moved around us, paying for their goods and collecting them. Zlata noticed and cleared her throat before I could respond. “Come by my apartment tonight. I’ll leave the shop at around nine, and you know I live practically next door. I want to know all about your new life in America.”

I reach for the phone to call down to Jane to ask if she can send an army of maids up here to switch the chairs before he comes back, but something catches my eye. Blake has been splitting his time between his duties here and in Crescent Falls, which includes his work as an architect at his father’s old engineering firm. He’s brilliant, honestly. I look at blueprints scattered over his otherwise neat table, every line perfectly straight and hand drawn, but it’s the stack of graph paper that makes my chest tighten.

I tell him. Ryan laughs. “I’d never let you die on me… Not before we’re married, and I get your assets.” He jokes. I scoff. “I don’t have assets. This apartment is all I own." I tell him. “This is a good apartment, Ken. Don’t do that. You always sell yourself short.” He shakes his head. I shrug my shoulders. “I spoke to Blake while you were in the shower. They’re planning some sort of party the weekend…” he tells me.