***** "You're kidding, right, Bianca? I really don't believe it." Maks greeted hurriedly as soon as Bianca appeared and took a seat in front of him. "Do you think it's worth it for me to make a joke out of Maks? What for?" Bianca replied while straightening her clothes. Bianca did not dare to look Maks in the eye as she spoke. Maks took his fourth sip of wine from his glass, trying to hide the anxiety and frustration that was evident from the sweat that was starting to bead on his forehead. His gestures were pathetic, a handsome man who seemed to have settled down in his young age. Now it looked like he was about to become a carcass, and had no hope of survival. "Listen to me carefully. I don't think I was that self-conscious not to be able to control the situation that night, Bianca. Please, what other games are you going to play this time? I've had enough, I've had too many problems in my life because of you." Maks half snapped. Bianca looked a little surprised. "What do you mea

"I think I've thought that too. Sometimes everything feels so heavy, indeed. Even the suffering seems never-ending." Flora replied, now turning the tables. Siena turned to look at Flora this time. "Even until this moment, it's still not uncommon for dreams of the day my parents died to come and haunt me. Those times are always the worst memories. And you know where the amazing thing is?" Flora interrupted her story with a question. Seiena just shook her head innocently. "Actually, nothing drastically changed in my life after that day. Four days after my parents left for good, I started working at La Carino. My wages have always been the same. And I still had to provide for my two younger siblings who were still in school. Everything seemed to be fine now, as if there weren't any problems. That means, since that time I actually didn't have any problems, right? It's all just a trick of what we call grief, heartbreak, disappointment, regret, sadness, anger, and whatever else you want to

"So, you're asking for payment?" Siena pursed her mouth, pretending to be annoyed. "Yes. I asked a little brother for Lucio," Maks chuckled. Siena laughed. She already understood what her husband meant. Siena and Maks' romance had rekindled after the events that had rocked their household. Now, they are like a pair of newlyweds who are sweetly savoring happiness together. *** Maks has taken care of everything and Siena's flower shop has been established in just two weeks. Now, every day, Siena goes to the shop by driving her own car, and doesn't want to be driven by a driver. She even asked Flora, her new best friend from Le Ciela, to help her at the shop. She happily agreed. Her salary was double what she made working at the cafe. Siena was so happy to be able to repay Flora's kindness back when she was stranded at La Ciela. "You know, Siena. When I met you, I never thought that you were the wife of Balt's company boss," Flora chuckled. That afternoon, the two women were

"You're... going to marry me?" Bianca's laughter escaped her. She could not believe what she was hearing. A bodyguard wanted to marry her? Ah-that's right."Yes, I will marry you. I will be the father of the child you are carrying." Bianca massaged her forehead. "Do you realize what you're saying? Do you realize who you are?" Bianca asked arrogantly. "I'm just an employee. But, I assure you, I can be a good husband for you." Bianca was silent. She really had no other choice. The baby in her womb had to have a father. But, why was the man who was willing to be her father not the man she expected. Maybe Bernard wasn't poor, but he wasn't rich like Maks either. "The decision is yours, Miss," Bernard said, making Bianca gasp. Bianca stared at the man in front of her. Physically, he looked dashing, and his face was quite handsome even though he was not her type. Maybe she should accept Bernard's offer. *** Bianca walked into Bernard's apartment with a sluggish face. Her simple white

"Coworker? What do you mean coworker?" asked Bernard, frowning. "Do you work?" he continued. "I'm bored at home all the time. I signed up as a model and got accepted. Today I'm doing a photo shoot. And I have a new friend who asked me out for a drink.""Why don't you turn that down? You can say no. Just tell him you're pregnant." Bianca hissed. "You're stupid, huh. Of course if they knew I was pregnant, they wouldn't have hired me!" she muttered. "But, I can't accept that. Please don't do it again!" Bianca sighed heavily. She took a sip from the glass of milk that Bernard had given her. This was the first time she had seen Bernard angry and tense. This was another content of a calm Bernard.The next day, Bianca came out of her room to find Bernard cooking breakfast in the kitchen. She sat on the sofa in the living room waiting for him to finish. Her head was still a little dizzy from the effects of last night's alcohol. She remembered that last night, because she was carried away,