The Romance Of Mr Walton Free Read Novels & Stories

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”

Chapter 1 Like every guy on the planet, I had the hots for one of my teachers. The name of my crush was Mrs. Gavelle , my senior year English teacher, was a conservative woman in her late thirties. Mrs. Gavelle was a beautiful lady. She had short red hair, which stopped a little before her shoulders, a dark pair of chocolate brown eyes and a simply gorgeous face - the type I could've stared at for hours.

Walton from the floral shop gasped so loudly the bakery window rattled. “Oh my goodness! Is that Jaxon Reed, let me see her hand! Bring that girl here!” Brielle laughed as Mrs. Walton clasped her fingers and examined the ring like she was grading diamonds at a museum. “Beautiful. Perfect. Congratulations, sweetheart!” Jaxon beamed. “Thanks, Mrs. Walton.” Next was Mr. Carter from the hardware store, who clapped Jaxon so hard on the back he nearly knocked him down. “About time, boy! Took you long enough!”

"Come find me later. I want to know what kind of woman makes Beckett Rowe rearrange his entire life." He moved away. "He likes you," Beckett said quietly beside me. "He just met me," I said. "Richard Calloway decides about a person in thirty seconds," he said. "He decided about you in fifteen." I looked across the room at the man who had apparently approved of me faster than anyone in my professional life ever had and felt something complicated about that. Then a woman appeared at my elbow. Late thirties. Elegant. The kind of beautiful that had been maintained carefully and knew it.

" My thoughts race as I return my gaze to the image. The link between Victor and Joe Bananas is a grave danger that I cannot afford to overlook. However, committing to an arranged marriage is not something I can do easily. "Mr. Walton, as you are aware, FM's punishment period has come to an end. "I need you to use your influence to keep him away from all potential partners," I say, my back straight and my hands clasping together. He nods, clearly pleased with my response. "Certainly, Mr. Lincoln. I'll keep him in the 'jail' for a little longer." As the ink on the agreement between me and Mr. Walton dries, I return home from work, enter the room, and lie down on my bed with my soulless body.

"It feels so good to have you back. I missed you so much." Eliana reciprocated, wrapping her hands round Mrs. Worthington's neck gently to give her a hug. "It feels so good to be back too, Mrs. Worthington." The embrace dissolved and Mrs. Worthington held Eliana's hands. "How did it go in Milan?" her face lit up as she asked but suddenly faded the minute she really looked into Eliana's eyes. "Oh, my God, sweetie. What happened to your face?" she asked worriedly. "Why is your makeup looking smudged from tears?"

He murmured, his warm, faintly minty breath brushing against my face. I glared at him, refusing to react the way my body clearly wanted to. “Move!” Luckily, this time, he moved, slowly removing his hand from mine. His other hand slid away from the window, that barrier disappearing just as purposely as it had formed. The second the lock clicked open, I didn't wait and pushed the door to step out, the fresh air hitting my face like a reset. “Once I meet Mr. Walton,” I muttered under my breath, straightening my bag.“I will make sure he teaches his son some manners.

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

My real intention was to put the bitch behind bars but for the sake of Roland I won't do it but I'll make sure she sees how bitter I can get when anyone tries to lay a finger on the person I love. I stormed inside the living room and found Roland and the first wife having a discussion among them. “Mr Walton, what brings you to my mansion without any notice?” Mr Ronald asked with a smile. “I’m not here for any pleasantries Mr Roland. Where is your bitchy wife, Susan?” “How dare you address my wife that way?” “You don’t know who you married in the first place Mr Roland that’s why you’re defending the witch.” “Enough with the drama Mr Walton and state your purpose here.”

Meanwhile, his hand lightly touched my waist, as if he was afraid of holding on to me. "Is this fine?" He asked. I nodded. And I can feel him relax under my hand, and his hands fell comfortably on my waist. And then we moved with the rhythm. Madam Roserta had me memorize this certain waltz, but I didn't even have to do much to remember the moves because Caelum guided me smoothly onto the dance floor, and effortlessly lifted me up in certain parts of the song. For a while, I forgot the world around us, as I tend to do these days when I'm with him. But as soon as I relaxed, we stopped.