Cuando Mi Amor Llega Tarde の小説・ストーリー

Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you thi

She ignited a feeling inside him that almost resembles that of hell and sadly he wanted to get burned. "How do you know that we won't be late?" She questioned, oblivious to the fact that he was battling his emotions that was almost on the verge of setting him up in flames "It's not like you can see the future." She added. "Trust me mi amor. We won't be late." He gave her a reassuring smile and took the next route and in less than ten minutes, they had already arrived at the parking lot and occupied a space there as well. "We're here." Andre announced and Serenity clapped her hands in excitement.

It was embarrassing that she was even ahead of him. ... It was 9 in the morning and Vince was still leaning against the entrance. That's okay. 30 minutes late. Maybe she’s just fixing herself, or maybe it’s traffic now. ... 9:30... and still nothing. 1 hour late, and that's still okay, right? As long as you love the person right? ... 10 o'clock. 1 hour and 30 minutes late. Nope. It's not Filipino time for him yet. It's just traffic.

I glance at the time, noticing that it’s almost nine am and I hurry to put on decent enough clothes before rushing to the elder’s hall. Arriving, three minutes late, I start to apologize, a coat of sweat making my skin sticky as I pray to the Moon Goddess to keep my position. Elders are not fond of people being late. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t find the perfect shirt to get married in.” I smile when I reach the table, looking at elder Maddi with the best puppy dog gaze.

She said nothing and simply let tears stream down her face. With that, I walked out of the police station. Over the last few years, my life felt like one long drama. If I could go back in time, I would never have fallen in love with Roderick.

“Do you think he’s your mate?” Her question sent a chill through me as my mind drifted back to the mark on my neck. I opened my mouth to reply, but my phone’s blaring ringtone cut me off. I fished it out of my purse and answered. “Hello?” “Miss Nightclaw, where are you?” a sharp voice demanded on the other end. “It’s your first day at work, and you’re late!” Shit. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ll be there shortly,” I stammered, jumping to my feet.

“Anna.” The sound of her name brought Anna’s steps to a halt. She stared straight ahead—at the man standing only a short distance away, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand. “I’m sorry I’m late,” Rendy said as he walked toward her. “It’s fine. You don’t need to accompany me anymore,” Anna replied flatly. Rendy stopped in front of her. “I’m sorry about the way I’ve been acting lately, Anna. I never meant to hurt you.”

She's wearing a camisa, often made in pineapple fiber or muslin, a floor-length skirt, the usual women's fashion since the 16th century. "Te espero mas tarde, mi amor. (I will wait for you later, my love.)" Her mind is bothered, it's not what she wanted to say, but it seems like her body is not listening to her. She found it unusual, this sweetness and everything seems like a storyboard that a crazy creator would write. This relationship and love is quite not flowing naturally. He kissed her hand, "Regresaré, mi amor. (I'll be back, my love.)" On the other hand, Estefan does not know why he kissed her hand, and thought that he was always this sweet?

He soon announced that he was full and asked the boys to be good. He was traveling but their mummy was still around. He hoped to be back in a few weeks. Theresa Mo escorted him to the car, before sliding into the car, he held her by the waist and told her he loves her. He hoped when he returned, she would have been ready to be his wife. He kissed her lips deeply and passionately. He didn't want to stop but raised his hand and looked at his wristwatch. He was going to be late for his flight. He said goodbye to her and the chauffeur drove him in the direction of the airport.

His smile had been so warm and genuine back then, and I fell for him hard, captivated by his kindness and charm. The gentle melody of the piano hummed in the background and the happy couples filled the room with their laughter and affection. A waitress approached. “Are you ready to order Ma’am?” I shook my head. "Sorry, not yet" She retreated with a look of pity in her eyes, and I took a sip of the wine. My gaze drifted to the clock on the wall—it was already 9:30. He was late, and with each passing minute, my hope waned. Funny that he never really joined me on any personal dates or occasions aside from social events that need our attendance but I still hope every time that he would come.