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"Mia, I don't want to fight about this anymore. I promise you, I love you. I'm never going to change. Is that enough?" He held up the necklace, smiling, and reached out to put it on me. "Come on, let's stop sulking, okay? I couldn't sleep without you next to me. Isn't that punishment enough?" I stepped back, dodging his hands. Grayson's smile faded slightly. I looked at him for a few seconds, then spoke. "Give me the address of the engagement venue." The moment the words left my mouth, Grayson's easy smile returned. "See, Mia? I knew it. You still want to marry me. No matter how much you sulk, you can't bring yourself to leave me."

It was only then that Conan put his hands down and turned toward the voice. "Conan?" Queenie Winters appeared, coming up next to us. However, her expression immediately turned dark when she saw me and baby Finley. Still, she wrapped her hands seductively around Conan's arm as if to show off that he belonged to her or something. "Conan, I know that you came here looking for Rina… I must be the third wheel here. Should I leave?" Conan immediately spoke up. "Of course you aren't. She's already been repenting for a whole year. She would no longer be as petty as she once was."

Selama ini kau masih merasa Aku selalu menantimu Dua minggu kau tak menghampiri Karena kau dengan yang lain Ibanya hatiku, sayang (Lyrics of the Potret Band song). Every day or even night I sing it. Moreover, other than to strengthen my heart, and to cultivate my heart to be strong in recognizing the term love for monkeys that come and go like mushrooms.

"The treatment came too late." I was quiet for a while. "He wants to meet?" I asked finally. "He asked how many children are waiting," he replied "Set up the call." I replied "I already thought you might say that," he said His statement made me smile, and after we hung up, I sat with the name The Mei Foundation. For a while, I picked up my pen and added to my note: two children. One disease. One treatment that arrived too late. I looked at it for a moment before finally closing my notepad. I pulled the submission back toward me; there were three pages left to complete, so I kept writing.

He called my name again, and I still didn’t stop. Jake and I didn’t speak either until we reached the parking lot, away from the noise, away from everything. He turned to me, his expression careful. “What I said is true. But please… don’t feel pressured. I didn’t tell you to win something. I told you because you deserved to hear it.” I nodded. “I can’t step into another relationship right now. I need time. I need… space to rebuild myself.” Jake smiled. “That’s okay. I’ll wait for you.”

Jared lowered his head to drink the soup quietly. A phone suddenly rang when someone walked past his ward, and the ringtone was “Later” by Rene Liu*. “Later, I finally learned how to love. Sadly, you’ve gone far away and disappeared in the crowd…” A tear rolled down the corner of Jared’s eye into the bowl of soup. When his butler came to the hospital the next day to send him soup again, he was startled when he saw Jared, who was on the bed. “Mr. Crawford…” Jared looked up. “What is it?”

I noticed it… the way her fingers tightened around her phone, the slight tremble in her exhale. “Okay,” I said slowly. “There’s definitely something you’re not telling me.” “No, no. It’s not like that.” She waved it off too quickly. “I guess I just... it’s been a long time since I saw someone actually fight for love like this. You two, you’ve been through hell, and you’re still holding on. It’s inspiring.” I raised a brow. “Stace, that sounds like the kind of speech people give before they say something dramatic.”

I have been late before but this time I'm not. I mean who would have thought that after all the misfortunes; the heartache, the dramas and the battles could lead to this moment. In the end, the moon goddess still makes sure that the latecomers, like me, would never be left without a Mate, notwithstanding more battles to come in our way. "A Mate for the Latecomer"

I whispered to myself The kitchen door opened Ayman stood there Looking at me with softness in his eyes His smile said everything My heart and mind already knew I didn’t have to fight My man loves me Her battle was already lost He stacked some plates on the table and came toward me Seconds later, we were in each other’s arms, covering each other with kisses and the kind of tenderness only real love can give My phone turned off The message deleted Natalie erased Her threats with her Ayman is mine Whether she accepts it or not

“I understand, Sir. I’ll issue a company-wide statement cutting all ties with Selena immediately.” I nodded and then added calmly, “Oh, and Mrs. Jackson, since it seems Selena and her assistant are truly in love, you shouldn’t interfere with their relationship anymore. Let them enjoy their doomed little romance in peace.” Love without stability was nothing but a sandcastle waiting to collapse. Now that Selena had lost her position and status, I was eager to see how long that so-called love of theirs would actually last.