Angel looked at Elizabeth. She could see that Elizabeth was quite younger than Ashton but no doubt as kind as he was. Something told her that she could trust this woman. She noticed the seemingly expensive outfit the woman wore and the way it fitted her form so perfectly. She wished she could have the same type of body as this lady. She could see that the lady was well to do, what with the expensive clothes she wore along with the expensive shoes and bags she had with her. There was no doubt that she was going to be safe in her hands. She regarded Elizabeth for a moment before she turned her attention to Ashton. "What happened to the foster home?" She asked Ashton knowing it was rude to ask him that question in front of Elizabeth but she did anyway. She never said she was a saint. Ashton shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. He noticed that Elizabeth had looked to him as well. He cleared his throat as he spoke. "Miss Cooper will take care of yo

Rebecca found herself in bed. She stirred and felt the panging head ache that hit her. She groaned out loud in pains as she looked around the room. She was in her room alright, but she didn't understand how she got here. Last thing she remembered was that she was at a club with Myles and his friends so what was she doing here? She heard a ringing sound and groaned again. It felt like the sound was making the pain in her head more excruciating. She looked around and spotted her phone on the bed side table. It was ringing. Letting out a sigh, she leaned towards the table and grabbed the phone as it rang on the table, vibrating on the table. She peered into the screen and saw the unknown caller id that was displayed on the screen. Who could that be? And why the hell were they calling at, was it? Still seven a.m in the morning? She wanted to ignore the calls. She badly wanted to do that. But then she reasoned that it could be urgent. God forbid that she would reject someone's call when

Rebecca eyed Myles from where she stood at the receptionist's counter. She was beyond frustrated. She could have just stayed in here for a few minutes, had Myles gone immediately after dropping her off. Now she was going to have to sit through this.... painful appointment. She let out a sigh as she stared at the dumb receptionist who couldn't save a life even if she tried. "Like I said," she said to the receptionist. " I have an appointment with Dr Schwartz." She said to her but the receptionist kept insisting. "I'm really sorry ma'am but Dr Schwartz doesn't have any appointments with you." She told her and Rebecca glared at her. "If you could provide an valid evidence that shows that you indeed have an appointment with him, then we'll let you meet him. But for now, there is no proof that you have an appointment with him. " She said and Rebecca was silent for a moment. This wasn't working at all. This lame woman sitting here was as clueless as a deer that is looking at an incoming

Rebecca sat on the seat of Myles office, thinking everything through. God how she hated that arrogant prick. He didn't just say those words to her, she thought. She tried concentrating once again on her work but felt so frustrated that she literally wished she was back at her office so she would kick at her expensive as shit mahogany teakwood table. Ouch! That hurt!That's it! She got up with determination, her gears were set like a race car set to ride through the track and she approached the door with so much vigor that she low-key felt bad for the door. Hide away door, the mighty hulk approaches. Her inner subconscious sneered and she rolled her eyes. She took the door by the handle and was about to pull it open when it was pushed by someone else and she stepped back with a startle. Oh right. Just who she wanted to meet at the moment. Again. He stood there in his sleek suit, looking like he wasn't the monster he was. "Were you coming to see me? " He asked with a knowing look,

Ashton followed Elizabeth out of the restaurant, the uncomfortable atmosphere from dinner still disturbed him. The evening had been fraught with an undercurrent of unspoken words and side looks, here and there especially from Rebecca, whose piercing gaze seemed to follow him everywhere. He was more than eager to put some distance between himself and that oppressive atmosphere. The walk to Elizabeth’s father’s house was short, but it felt like an eternity as his mind raced with thoughts—thoughts of what could have been, what should have been, and what now might be too late to change.As they arrived at the Cooper residence, a wave of familiarity and nostalgia washed over Ashton. The house stood as a beacon of stability in his life, a constant in a world that had grown increasingly chaotic. He had spent countless evenings here back when things were simpler—before his marriage had crumbled under the weight of expectations, before his relationships had become a tangled web of emotions and