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Nice and modern furniture, but not one personal touch in here. "If you're searching for dirt about me, everything is in the little house. Here lives the Alpha's son, not Axel." "Not even a picture?" I ask and he shrugs. "Pictures are for his office. You know, so he can give the impression of a family man." "I saw them. You look pretty happy in those." I am just making conversation, I didn't expect Axel to frown.

Jumpol said and smiled at me My irritation hatred and everything that bothers me suddenly disappeared like bubbles when I saw his stressed face trying to smile. " What happened to you?" I asked him after I took his hands " Family problem" he simply answered me and stared at the photo frame on his desk " Do you remember when we had that picture?" he said and stared at me I looked at the picture frame that he was pointing at, that picture was taken six years ago, that is our first picture as a couple, it was taken in the room of Singto when had our sleepover. I smiled while thinking that moment.

"Yes, it's enough." Leaving my star pupil to drill his movements, I walk to the front of the studio. The walls are plastered by photos of my family. It was tragic how many pictures were lost in the fire, but thanks to my husband, I was able to get copies of some, as well as brand new ones. They look better out here, in the public eye, than hidden away in a tiny office.

It was a group photo of Haley and her two children, with a warm yellow background that looked very heartwarming. He glanced at other places and saw two more family photos in the dining room, as well as individual photos of the two children. However, there was no sign of any man. This house didn't seem like a place where a man had ever lived...

The exact ring she worn. Other picture was of their family. Including her own mother and the dinner party they had look so joyous. The exact same dining room at the cabin. "Wh.. how?" She heard footsteps behind him and Charlie was smiling at her and also while stating at her picture she didn't seem remember being a part of. "Oh, those pictures? Well, your husband allowed me to put that picture on the wall. I can't begin to tell you how many couples came by and ask pictures form these quality. Even ask the location too. As if that ain't obvious enough."

She hoped he would like it. Holding a tray in her hands, she walked towards the sitting room. She found Lucas holding a picture frame she had placed at the table. It was a picture of her and her parents. In the picture her Dad and Mom were seated while she stood between them. They were all smiling in the picture. She didn't find him intrusive, it was a picture of her family after all and he seemed acquainted with her father. " Your coffee is ready." She said successfully announcing her presence in the room to Lucas whose attention was concentrated somewhere else.

"Father, to tell you the truth, I almost forgot about it but I remembered it when I was on my way to my office. Did you cook my favorite food, father dear?" "Yes of course." was the short answer. Inside the old man's house, you could see a small couch and a table in the living room, a small radio on the corner, a small television set, and pictures of the young Imman with his parents. When he noticed the framed pictures of his family, his heart sunk and remembered vaguely those days gone by where he used to play with them. In the kitchen area, there was nothing much to see but a small fridge, a gas range, and a set of one table and chairs for three persons.

I go upstairs to his room, slipping out of my clothes, obviously leaving on my underwear and into his t-shirt, which is big enough to be comfortable nightwear. I fold my stuff and put it on the chair in his room. It's the first time I've been in here and I'm surprised how tidy it is. There's only a handful of photos in his entire house, most of them are in this room, him, Billy and Shane as kids, a group photo of them at a dance, and one of Luke and Shane, with two older blonde girls and an older man and woman. It looks like a family photo, but that's definitely not his mum in the picture. I wonder if it's his dad? And why is Shane with them?

“What are you doing here, Mr. Scott?” I asked sternly the moment I landed on the last step of the stairs and saw the man on his back at me while looking up at the whole corner of the living room where we placed all sets of family pictures. My hands went cold at the possibility that he might see a picture of our son. When that happens, I knew that I have to tell him the truth. I glanced at the frame he is holding and exhaled a breath. I remembered asking the maids in the house the other day to take all the pictures of Zeus in that area and transfer it to the dedicated mini gallery upstairs where I hang all of our pictures together.

"Yes, it's enough." Leaving my star pupil to drill his movements, I walk to the front of the studio. The walls are plastered by photos of my family. It was tragic how many pictures were lost in the fire, but thanks to my husband, I was able to get copies of some, as well as brand new ones. They look better out here, in the public eye, than hidden away in a tiny office.