As the woman reached Karla, her smile disappeared slowly as Karla jerked up and hissed. "What the hell are you doing here?" Karla asked, roughly. Karla's hand trembled slightly as she held the photograph tightly, her eyes fixed on the woman standing before her. The weight of the past seemed to hang heavily in the air, as they both stood in the room, their emotions palpable. With a mix of anticipation and apprehension, Karla released her grip on the photograph and let it fall onto the bed. It landed with a soft thud, its significance echoing in the silence of the room. She watched as the woman's eyes flickered towards the photograph briefly before returning her gaze to Karla. "It's been long, Karla. I miss you," the woman's voice cracked with emotion, and she instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears. Karla's expression remained guarded, her stare unwavering. She absorbed the woman's words, her face displaying a stoic facade. "I don't miss people like you,

Zinnia, visibly irritated by Duncan's statement, abruptly stood up in annoyance. Her sudden movement and the tone of her voice conveyed her strong reaction to his words. She confronted him, questioning his sanity and daring to assume that she would be the one cooking and serving. "Duncan, are you crazy? How dare you mention I will cook and serve, huh?" Duncan, still pretending to be innocent, responded with a hint of satisfaction at seeing his wife become angry. His enjoyment of provoking her anger was evident in his demeanor and response. Interrupting the exchange between Karla and Duncan, Laura also rose from her seat. She expressed her disagreement with Duncan's behavior, emphasizing that he should show respect for the fact that it is their daughter who has contributed to his comfortable lifestyle. Laura's comment suggested that Karla's presence or support has played a significant role in Duncan's well-being. "You would be nothing or far from this world if my daughter hadn't ma

Peterson remained standing at the spot where Duncan had left him, his mind consumed by the cryptic words and unsettling demeanor of Duncan. Lost in thought, he was startled by the sound of approaching footsteps. He turned to see Marcus, who had witnessed his conversation with Duncan a while ago, now standing before him. "So, you're still here, Peterson?" Marcus sneered, his tone laced with a mix of mockery and aggression. "Leave now, or I will manhandle you in my own way, and I assure you, it would be far worse than the slap my sister gave you." Peterson's frown deepened as he pointed an accusatory finger at Marcus. "Mind your words, Marcus. You don't know me. I will be back to get my money from her." Marcus simply shrugged, a nonchalant expression on his face. "Whatever," he replied dismissively, his indifference evident. With that, Peterson turned and walked towards his car, determined to pursue his own agenda despite the warning and confrontation. Marcus watched him go, a mix

Duncan was taken aback by her words, his surprise evident in his response. "Really?"Karla nodded, the memories of their past encounters vivid in her mind. "Yeah. You saved me from that thief that time, and then from that jerk in front of the hospital." Duncan's recollection quickly caught up with him, and he remembered the incidents she mentioned. The realization brought a small smile to his face. "Oh, Aaron?" Karla nodded once again, acknowledging his correct identification. Then she went on."Then at the company, Marcus could have caught me after I gave him a roundhouse kick.""He deserved it," Duncan commented and both laughed."Now, you unexpectedly came here. Why do you have perfect timings?" Duncan boasted as he arrogantly lifted his shoulders. "It's because I'm Duncan Walton. I'm smart and I'm a genius.""What a narcissist.""Yeah, I'm sure you still admire me too," he playfully uttered and chuckled.But Karla smiled sheepishly as she looked away."Maybe." she muttered to

Duncan's hand hovered over the car door handle, ready to pull it open, when Karla's sudden movement caught him off guard. The door swung open swiftly, and before he could react, Karla stumbled forward, her body leaning into his. Instinctively, Duncan's arm shot out, wrapping around her waist to steady her and prevent her from falling. "Oh, s...sorry," Karla stammered, her cheeks flushing slightly as she quickly regained her balance. She reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, a gesture that revealed a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. Breathing a little unevenly, Duncan managed to find his voice amidst the unexpected closeness. "It's...f...fine," he stumbled over his words, his own cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. Both of their gazes shifted momentarily to his arm that remained wrapped around her waist, a silent acknowledgment of the intimate contact. Sensing the electric current that seemed to pass between them, Duncan quickly withdrew his hand, his movements sl