Novel & Cerita Saving Time Regular Show

"We won't just be close to each other, but protect ourselves. Besides, seeing your handsome face would bring me so much delight." "That's such a brilliant idea," He chuckled softly. "How have I not thought of that?" "But you still have to meet Dr. Kennedy, right?" "Yeah," I admitted. "But we can schedule our sessions during the weekend. Besides, we don't have much to do." "You're right," he nodded in agreement. "I guess you can start working in my company on Monday."

Sarah slowly parked her Mercedes CLK next to the black Chevrolet Camaro in front of the house. She got down the car and smiled, noticing the lights glowing in one of the rooms upstairs; lights meant someone was home and that, also was her fiancé. The thought that she was really going to enjoy surprising him made her beam with joy. He still thought that she couldn't catch a flight back home from Chicago. Well, she just couldn't wait to see the surprised look on his face when he finally saw her.

How ridiculous. "Mia would never leave me. She wouldn't," he muttered to himself, trying to hypnotize himself into believing it. He refused to face his mistakes, as if ignoring them would somehow turn back time—so that when he woke up the next day, Cayden and I would come running to him. He locked himself in the bedroom and scrolled through our past messages over and over again. For the past six months, our conversations had been painfully sparse. I had been the one who initiated the conversation mostly—asking if he was busy with the pack's affairs, reminding him to eat on time.

A wild wind stirred up the waves, and they lunged at the ship once more. I, Leah Dursley, clutched my stomach and clung firmly to my seat, too afraid to move. The storm crashed its way inside through the shattered windows. The familiar scene of chaos in front of me made me shudder involuntarily. I had been reborn, and not only that, I had been reborn at this critical moment. The security officer of Michael Yates stumbled toward me, holding the last life jacket. "Wear this, Mrs. Yates! Hurry!"

oops, let me stop here. But back to the chaos. Tomorrow is Saturday. We have a date, apparently. I confess that I'm looking forward to seven o'clock tomorrow night and finally being able to be with him out of here. We'll just be Max and Aria, two people of age, talking like anyone else. No conventions, no fear. Free. Well, let it really be a free date. Free of prejudice on his part too, because one more episode of that ridiculous jealousy and I'm done with him forever.

Chapter 2: The Regular By the fourth call he had a slot. She didn’t call it that, exactly. But the third call had been on a Tuesday and she’d said something at the end, off-hand, about Tuesdays being slow, and the fourth call he’d made on a Tuesday and she’d picked up the hold line herself instead of the producer. “Tuesdays,” she said. “Tuesdays,” he agreed. They went on air for six minutes. After the show she texted the station’s contact number, which went to his phone because he’d left it with the producer as a callback number, and the text said: you’re good at this. not everyone is. most people freeze.

I hung up, and not long after, the housekeeper entered with a meal box in hand. When our eyes met, I saw the awkwardness and surprise in her gaze, like she had walked into the wrong room and didn't know whether to advance or retreat. I tossed my phone aside and curiously asked, "Lydia, why didn't you answer the phone?" She instinctively hid the meal box behind her and stammered, "It was Mr. Ford who asked me to come..." A quiet laugh escaped my lips, but deep down, I wasn't surprised. When the earthquake struck, Quintus had made sure the doctors saved Vanessa first.