May I Ask For One Final Thing Novels & Stories

I play the message, ' Hi. errm I've signed the divorce papers as requested, I just wanted to make a one last request, please can you not make errm our separation public for the next 2 months, I dont want my relatives to be alerted of this news just yet. So yeah thats all (a long pause) Good Bye'.

I nodded at him. “I have one more favor to ask.” It would probably be the first one and the last one I would ever ask, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Please can you get Valentina to talk to me over the phone?” I just couldn’t accept the last time I would talk to her was in the hospital, and if it was possible I would also like to apologize to her. “I would call your phone or when it gets convenient please call me, if I tried to call her, she wouldn’t answer it,” I explained with a small smile, this is the last time I would look for her, Travis was right, I should stop if I want to save her.

Just kidding. "Your request is quite absurd, but I will fulfill it. At least, it can serve as a provision for you. I will convert your money into the same currency type in your next life. Due to the difference in currency between the two worlds, I cannot give you the money as it is." "Thank you, god, for your understanding." "Now, the final wish. What is your last request?" "For the last one, can I keep it for now and use it later?" At least I should have some insurance. Sometimes, power and money are useless in certain situations. This request might be my savior in such conditions.

His eyes moved over me briefly — the cap, the mask, the general energy of someone who had been somewhere they didn’t want to discuss. “Not your business.” “You look like you robbed somewhere.” “Go away, Kael.” I reached past him for my door. “Please.” He didn’t move. Instead, he stepped closer, voice dropping low. “I’m leaving tonight. This might be the last time I ask you for this.” I froze with my key halfway to the lock. My heart slammed against my ribs. “Ask me for what?” Kael’s gaze darkened. “You know what. One more time. Just to take the edge off before I go. No one has to know. Just us.”

His voice shook uncontrollably. "Iris, why aren't you wearing the wedding dress I made for you? And this one you're wearing… who made it? Why have I never seen it before?" I ignored the panic in his eyes and turned, snatching the microphone from the host. Facing the cameras, I smiled brightly. "Sorry, everyone. Today, on behalf of Warren Group, I am here to clarify that the so-called ten-billion investment is completely unfounded."

He questions. I can't go to prison. " This. " " This is the last time I'm asking, because after that I won't ask again. You won't need to give me the money back even if you back off so is this really what you chose? " He asks, pronouncing each word slowly. I wouldn't need to give him the money back but I can't back off now. It's too late. " I want this. " I express my consent. That is all the confirmation he needs before he plunges in.

But this has been a little too persistent, and I'm getting scared. "Okay, okay. How about you hear me out? If someone were to cancel the appointment last minute, will you be able to squeeze me in?" I bargain. At this point, I am pleading on my knees (metaphorically, of course). I am planning to speak with Christine this afternoon. Apparently, the news she has for me is so important that she can't text it to me. I feel like it might be about how her relationship is strained for some reason.

"No problem, I understand." "You do?" I ask, narrowing my eyes, shocked by her sudden acceptance but also relieved she's finally coming to terms with it. "Yes, I understand, but I have one request," she says softly. "Go ahead," I say, bracing myself for what she might ask. "Can we go on a three-day date like we used to before? I just want to have one last date with you before I truly let you go." I exhale deeply, considering her words carefully. "If I agree to this, will you stop asking me to leave Hannah?"

He rolls his eyes. "Wait! Listen to me first," I laugh. "I will give you one more chance to ask me to do something if you let me call you little one." "Oh..." he contemplates about the offer. Then he mumble an 'okay' after a few seconds and turns to face me. "So, ask me," I say. "Okay.." he nods. "I want you to do this one thing, Adonis. It is...you should forget me, once this camp is over."

The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke. At the end of his call, as if Jason Smith felt guilty, he added, "I've neglected you lately, so once I'm done with this busy period, shall I take you to see the aurora?" I hung up, and our home went completely silent. Even the air seemed to be mocking my marriage. What a failure all of this was. It was at this time that Jason's assistant sent me a message on WhatsApp, asking in that familiar way what I wanted reimbursed this time and telling me to just name it.