See You Again Never Mr. Lawson Novels & Stories

I looked up at the man who already had his eyes fixed on me "Hello, I'm Miss, Matilda Miller," I mumbled and he gave a firm nod before stretching out his hands "Sage Lawson," His voice was cold and distant. He pulled his hand away from mine and stared directly at Leo. A small smile played on his lips before averting his eyes from him "What would you like, tea or coffee," His eyes were fixed on his laptop. If we weren't the only ones in his office, I would conclude he was talking to someone else

Out of nowhere, an entire bucket of slop dumped over Gurney's head. Louis Clayton from the administration department was shaking as he held the empty bucket. "Mr. Barnes, I've been dying to do this ever since you trashed Lincoln's cactus." ... The sea breeze slipped through the half-open window, salty and damp. I finished the last stroke of my sketch and when I looked up, I looked right into Lilian's gaze as she leaned against the doorframe.

I was confident she would rather never see Minnie again. Minnie and I watched silently as Christian pulled out his phone and dialed my number. Eloise had thrown away my SIM card and phone long ago. No matter how many times he called, the result would be the same. How could a dead person answer the phone? When the call went unanswered, Christian furiously began typing a text to me. Christian: [Rachel, bring Minnie back immediately! Do you think I won't find her if you take her away? Try me. I'll make sure you never see her again!]

"I thought you'd come to the party with Nathan tonight. Guess who I saw clinging onto him again? That annoying Claire from the class next door." Then came a video.

Some of the staff reported my actions to Corleone, but he simply assumed I was throwing a tantrum. On the third night, the eve of our wedding anniversary, Corleone finally returned. Holding a bowl of parfait, he came to coax me as he always did. When he saw my swollen eyes, a trace of concern flashed across his face. "As long as you're obedient, you'll always be the lady of this family. You'll always be Mrs. Corleone." I looked at him and mocked him coldly. "I'm just a tool to you, aren't I?"

“Don’t worry. This time, no one’s going to bully you ever again.” A few days later, Caleb brought me to a high-profile charity gala, and for the first time in a long while, I ran into Matteo.

Mark said, smiling mystically at me, "Then, do you consider yourself a good man? Can you swear that you have never broken any law in your life? You have never hurt anyone in your life?" I was stumped. He knew I can't swear to it. I have broken the law (drinking and driving past the speed limit and ending up in an accident with another car. I got my face changed because of it). I clutched my fist and looked at him with my eyes spitting fire. I forgot that this guy was a lawyer. Obviously, winning him in an argument was beyond my capabilities. Mark smirked, satisfied by my expression. He chuckled before saying,

I heard the doorbell ring some minutes later “I’ll get it” Zion said as he ran towards the door “it must be uncle Dunlop” He opened the door eagerly but he face fell when he found out that it was Jacob “OH, it’s just Mr. Jacob” he said “What, you’re not happy to see me” Jacob said and carried him up attempting to spin him just the way Dunlop does but it didn’t look like he was having fun. “Hi Mr. Jacob” William greeted “Hi buddy” Jacob said ruffling his hair

They pleaded with me to stay with the baby till they are back which I agreed to. My alert senses peaked when I heard the front door open. That must be Mr and Mrs Lawson. I took one last look at baby Esmeralda and she was fast asleep. I picked up my bag and tiptoed out of the room trying not to make a single noise. When I got downstairs i was met with Mr. Lawson sitting in a corner of the living room. " Welcome back sir, how about Mrs. Lawson." I asked hoping I would get her extra hour pay that night.

She didn't want to see him, nor did she want to hear any explanations. The two sat together on the sofa, tightly nestled against each other. The room was steeped in a stillness that seemed to suspend time itself. Yet, miles away in a hospital room, chaos reigned. Grayson, barely recovered from his leg injury, was in a frenzy, fighting against the bodyguards restraining him. He was determined to break free, to go to New Zealand and see Wendy. Ever since her death, or what he had believed to be her death, he had never truly accepted the finality of it. Even when he saw her lifeless body, even as he scattered her ashes into the sea, some part of him refused to believe.