Hearing the word "Mummy" from Dottie's mouth sent a thunderbolt of shock through Amy's veins. For the initial few moments, she was frozen in shock. But as the fog of shock began to lift and she slowly returned to her senses, Amy sprang into action. She crossed the remaining distance in a hurry, and placed the tray of soup on the bedside table next to Jack. Now that her hands were free, she saw that Anna was already safe in Jack's arms, but Dottie was sitting alone towards the foot of the bed. Thus, she didn't waste any time before she quickly picked Dottie up, protectively covering her small stature with her arms, thinking that Rebecca might be about to burst into the room any moment now. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of her presence. In her arms, Dottie sat innocently, totally unaware of the horrifying thoughts that had gripped Amy's heart. In fact, her flustered movements only made the little girl feel entertained while Amy held her close. "Where,
The next morning, Amy was up early, determined to start the day right by preparing breakfast for Jack.Although she had to report to her internship online, she still tried to make time and do something nice for him. In any case, his injuries and the ongoing mission had effectively limited the ways in which they could go out and enjoy each other's company, but she didn't believe in any extravagant gestures in any case.So, breakfast in bed would be the perfect way to cheer him up. And moreover, she had recently learned from Helen that French toast used to be one of his favorites during childhood, so what better to surprise him with?Holding a tray with neatly arranged slices of French toast, syrup, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, she made her way to his room. As she reached the door, she pushed it open gently, expecting to see him still in bed, and began in a cheerful, sing- song voice, "Good mor–" However, her words caught in her throat as she took in the scene before
Megan had a wonderful morning. She started with a light breakfast of Caesar salad, savoring each crisp bite as she planned out her day. Feeling indulgent, she drew a long, steaming bath, sinking into the fragrant bubbles with a contented sigh. The warm water soothed her muscles and cleared her mind, leaving her relaxed and rejuvenated.After what felt like an eternity of bliss, Megan reluctantly stepped out of the bath, draping herself in a plush towel. She moved with deliberate grace to her dressing room, where she selected her outfit for the day. Stepping out of the steaming bath, wrapped herself in a plush towel, her skin glowing due to the lotion and scented oils. She padded softly across the marble floor and walked towards her bed, where three stunning dresses were laid out for her to choose from. The first was a Prada silk slip dress. The red silk draped elegantly on the hanger– simple and classic. She ran her fingers over the smooth fabric, but it was too flimsy and bold for
The cafe that the families had chosen for the brunch meeting featured floor to ceiling glass walls, that offered mesmerizing views of vibrant coral reefs and other exotic sea creatures.The overall ambience is supposed to mimic an underwater paradise, with colorful marine life swimming gracefully around them. Even the centrepieces on the tables were shaped like corals. As Megan and Jack entered the cafe, Megan was strutting ahead with confidence, her head held high. Jack followed closely behind, his senses on alert as the entire restaurant was empty except for one person sitting at a table.The man rose from his seat as soon as he saw Megan, and even from across the room, it was visible that he was wearing an obnoxious printed golden shirt that screamed money but no class. Megan's eyes narrowed slightly as she approached the person, but maintained her composed exterior, giving away nothing of her inner thoughts. On coming closer, it seemed like the man was almost similar in height
Back at the Giorgio mansion, Megan and Jack were walking along the driveway, having gotten out of the car at the gate itself. Jack understood that she probably wanted to talk, so he was walking one step behind Megan, fully in character as Hairam, her bodyguard. His eyes scanned the surroundings carefully, waiting for her to speak. But Megan turned around abruptly, her expression curious. "So? What do you think about my arranged fiancé?"Jack maintained his polite demeanor. "Miss, I would like to know your thoughts… although I didn't assume he would capture your attention that well."Megan faced forward again, her tone thoughtful. "Hm! Me neither, but I think he is a really interesting man, coming from such a privileged background. And honestly, I think he is really great as a person, too. Don't you agree?"Jack smiled politely, his response measured. "Right, Miss Amelia."Megan probed further, turning slightly to gauge his reaction. "You didn't like him, did you?"Indeed, Jack t
Rebecca stood frozen, staring at the court notice in her hand. She couldn’t believe it— Jack had actually gone through with it. Yes, things had been bad between them, but in spite of all their fights and his increasing rudeness now a aays, she had never thought things would actually take this turn… she had never thought he was even capable of leaving her. What was happening? Had that bitch Amy really actually succeeded in seducing Jack away from her?Jack, that bastard, how could he! How could he do this to her, after ruining her life like this? He had wasted the most precious years of her life, and now, he wanted to leave her?! Rebecca’s eyes suddenly darted around the room, and suddenly, she noticed the filth that she had been living in. After weeks of living like this, her mind had stopped registering the mess by now, but suddenly, she felt a wave of disgust at the way she was living. How had she ended up like this? She had such grand plans for her life… and yet… here she was.
Rebecca was stunned to hear these words and spat out, "To Clemensdale? What for?"The voice on the other end scoffed, "Listen, I know you don't really want your family back, okay? I know you don't want to get your old life back, because it was really shitty. That's what you wanted to run away from, am I right?"Rebecca was silent but burning on the inside. Meanwhile, the voice continued;"The only thing you never expected before is that your life is even shittier now."Rebecca's nails dug into her palms. "Hey! What do you want to say?!"The voice said, "That I have a better solution for your problem. I know you have no affection for your husband, kids or mother-in-law. So, I'll get rid of your problem.""H…how?!""You will get good money in exchange for following my orders, and later, you can choose to leave your husband and have the upper hand. But only on one condition: no more questions from now on, understand?"Rebecca fell silent for a moment, her mind racing. She looked arou
Jack's POV:I stood up from my seat, all my instincts raging in alarm and urging me to check on her. As I made my way towards the washrooms, I was just quietly hoping that I would find her quickly and put my concerns to rest.Maybe it was pointless to have come here before the mission was completed… what was I thinking? What if someone who had a vendetta against Scavenger tried to target my family here? It was a different matter back in Aspenhurst, where I was in touch with other agents.But here, in Clemensdale, it was a completely different ballgame. And now, I was cursing myself for being so impatient… if I wanted to take Amy on a date so desperately, I should have waited until we got home. And right now, all I wanted was for her to be okay, no matter what. But when I reached the area outside the washroom, I finally felt like I could breathe again.Because thankfully, I spotted her, standing just outside the door with her back towards me, in the hallway. From where I was standing,