“Not just her head, her wrist is badly broken. It might take another visit to the orthopedic surgeon to get it fixed but first, we need to make sure she wakes up.” Weston nods slowly. “I'll see you around later.” Weston slowly walks back to the room. The position he sees Lorette and the kid tells that something has gone wrong between the two. Weston shakes his head and walks over to the girl. “She's so bitchy,” Lorette mutters. “Dam…” okay, no cuss words. “Please, Lorette, don't talk again. You might end up filling her head with cuss words.” “See her glaring those fucking eyes—” Weston clears his throat. “Can we call your dad? Tell me his number again.” Again, the girl calls the number. It's the same number. This time, Weston dials the number. The person at the other end

Weston chuckles.Lorette tries not to look at him. Why does his chuckling have to sound that good? It actually sounds like music. A music she wants to listen to first thing in the morning and last thing at night. What the hell? When did she start being one of those girls who imagine nonsense with guys?As soon as they get to the campus, Weston hurries to the library where Liam is waiting for him. Liam waves at him. He walks over to where he sits. He notices that he's the only one there, while the other section of the library is filled. That's actually one of the benefits of being respected.“Good evening,” Weston says. He sneaks a peek at the book Liam is reading. Seems like a horror novel, already, he can see the word ‘ghost’ more than four times.“Good evening. How is your brother now?” “He's fine. The surgery ended about an hour ago,” Weston lies. Liam nods. He brings out a key from his cross bag and give

Weston quickly puts on the cap and the mask. He opens the door. Coben storms in. He rushes to the guy on the chair. He starts to untie the guy but he stops and looks around.“Who the hell are you?” Coben asks, looking at Weston.Weston doesn't say anything. Instead, he thrusts his hands in his pocket and stares at Coben. What could possibly make a guy this handsome force someone to be in a relationship with him? Everything about Coben looks really calm and cool. He's like the type of guy you'd never imagine saying hurtful words to people. He looks pretty much like a genius too. One of those who would always apply their headphones when they notice people trying to engage them in a conversation. “What do you want from me?” Coben snaps.“I want you to get out of here with your boyfriend,” Weston says, the mask doing a great deal to disguise his voice.Weston expects that Coben brings out a gun and fires at him but nothin

“What the hell are you talking about?” Weston clears his throat. Seems he's actually sounding like he's the one who needs to get his brain checked. “I'll see you tomorrow, please get me corn syrup, chocolate sauce, and red food coloring.”“You sure ain't kidding me…well…I trust you.” “Thanks. I'll be at your house around noon tomorrow.” Weston hangs up. Weston pays the cab man, deliberately giving him more than necessary.“Sir, I don't have change here,” the cab man says.“You can keep it, sir.” Weston feels his heart almost melt at the smile he sees on the cab man's face. It really does remind him of the times when he does delivery jobs and gets paid extra. Extra, some months ago meant more candies for Hannah and more candies meant feeling satisfied as he watched her devour them.The thrill. It's kind of unexplainable. The thrill of being a father. The thrill of watching his daughter happy because he's able

Weston is coming out from the bathroom in his towels when he almost bumps into Jose. Jose frowns, a kinda disapproving look on his face. “What?” “Where are your abs?”Weston hisses. “Don't make fun of me.”“I wasn't. I was just wondering how a guy's upper body could be so plain.” Jose takes off his shirt, revealing scarily damn six packs that anyone would have mistaken for those of a boxer.Wow! How could someone get those? “How…” Weston clears his throat. He walks to his closet, trying to sound as uninterested as possible. “How did you get those?” “By hitting the gym.” “Good for you.”“I know this gym nearby that's pretty cool. Some of my buddies went there and trust me, they have abs similar to mine after one month.”Weston scoffs. “That's bullshit.” “You wanna try?” Jose asks. He prays to dear God to please go into Weston's heart and make him say yes. The gym is the only way h