Novelas y relatos de Dịu Dàng Dành Riêng Em

I sit up, and Emma looks at me wide-eyed. I smile reassuringly, understanding the concern behind her words. "Don't worry about me, Em. I've got everything under control. And honestly, having some time to myself is a blessing. It's a chance to unwind—all of this has been super stressful, you know? Some quiet time is called for." She studies me momentarily, her expression a blend of appreciation and worry. "You're strong, Ava. I know you can handle whatever comes your way." Her words warm my heart, a reminder of the bond we share. "Thank you, Em. Your support means a lot. Now, go enjoy your trip to the fullest. Take in all the beauty and make unforgettable memories—then come back and tell me a

She murmured, smirking. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵, 𝘡𝘦𝘳𝘰. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺... 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

this nostalgic soft scent of her favorite hot jasmine tea Esmeralda always gave off. “Tell us, we will make it go away...” Esmeralda whispered, not knowing how it made Liam almost weep in her embrace. “Nothing is wrong,” Liam said. “Right now, everything is perfectly fine.” At least right now, everything was still okay.

I just want you to be happy, please let yourself be happy. ME: Em, I love you beyond. I know what you mean. I love you so so much. I now have this huge smile on my face. Gosh, I miss her so much. She just knows what to say, and when to say it. It’s always been that way with her.

His touch soft and indulgent. “To see you.”

Then, a soft chuckle laced with mockery, strangely gentle: “You’re having such a delightful weekend. And now that I’ve gifted you mine too, aren’t you just ecstatic?”

I nod slowly. “How does that feel?” I quietly ask, unsure of what else to say. “Better than I ever have before,” she says with a small smile, fragile but real. “I feel…good. Really good.” Her words settle over me like a warm blanket, slow and steady. I shift slightly, my hands gripping the wheel tighter as I absorb it. “You’re destined for great things,” I say softly, awe threading through my tone. “I’ve always known it.” Emily laughs quietly, a sound that’s more relief than amusement, the sort of laugh that makes my chest ache.

Despite the overwhelming annoyance that consumed me, I managed to summon the strength to appease my agitated state. "It would be better if you just rested first," I uttered, addressing Claire. A gentle curve formed upon my lips as I directed my gaze toward her, a subtle yet undeniable display of warmth and affection. "I'll be with you until you go to sleep. Mom will probably cook the snack later."

"What’s wrong, Emma? You haven’t eaten anything." "I’m just not hungry," I murmur. "I don’t feel like eating." Her expression shifts into something kind and understanding, a soft smile that doesn’t reach her eyes but says everything without words. "I understand," she says gently. "Everything will be okay. I’m here for you." I nod, the tightness in my chest threatening to break open. I try to keep the tears from spilling over, but it’s like the dam is weakening with each passing second. “Thank you,” I whisper, barely able to keep the words steady.

“Weekends are usually very busy at the restaurant. Are you okay with me leaving you alone for so long?” Emily, who had been attentively gazing at Delvin’s face, smiled faintly. The warmth in her eyes made Delvin feel slightly more at ease. "It’s fine," she replied in a soothing voice. “You always come home very late on weekends. I’m getting used to it.” Her sweet smile widened as she added, "Besides, before you, I was always alone. So, it’s okay, darling."