Harrison had gone back to finish his meal, though the sense of tension in the room did not disappear. She bit her lips as she watched him, debating whether to press him further or let the moment pass.Gathering her courage, she took her seat across him, leaning forward. “Do you still want to talk about it?” she asked softly, her eyes searching his face for any sign that he wanted to open up.Harrison gave a brief shake of his head, his expression unreadable. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. Just...it was not about me, but a friend of mine."Quinn frowned slightly. She wanted to push further, and understand why his mood had shifted immediately, but the way he avoided her gaze told her it was something he wasn’t ready to share. She wondered what friend he was talking about. The Harrison she knew barely had friends, but she decided to leave it until he was ready to talk to her."Are you sure?" She asked, and he nodded his head without looking up.After a moment of silence, she deci
The car ride was unusually quiet, a heavy silence wrapping around them as they drove to Gerald’s mansion. Quinn sat in the backseat, lost in thought, her mind replaying the events in the airport. The sight of that man haunted her—his face was familiar, so much so that she could swear it was Jacob. But could it really have been him? The thought tugged at her relentlessly, putting her between certainty and doubt. Maybe she had been hallucinating, her mind playing tricks on her. Or perhaps, the past was creeping back into the present in a way she had not anticipated. Her thoughts were interrupted as the mansion came into view. As the car came to a halt, Jasmine, sitting next to Harrison, smiled at the sight of her family home. The moment they stepped out of the vehicle, the doors of the mansion swung open, and Jasmine’s parents rushed out to greet her. Their joy could not be hidden, and as they enveloped their daughter in a warm embrace, the air around them lightened. “Jasmine,
"Attempted murder? Who did she try to kill?"Quinn sighed, "me," she replied, "her aim was to kill me, but unfortunately, Ivan happened to be at the scene at that time."After a few more minutes of shared sadness and tears, Jasmine took a shaky breath. “What about Ivan? How is he dealing with all of this?”Quinn gave her a soft smile. “Ivan’s doing well now. He’s had a lot to process, but he is strong, and he is recovering now. He and Eva have a baby now. I'm just glad he didn't die."Jasmine managed a small smile at that. “I’m glad he’s okay,” she said quietly.Eventually, the emotional conversation wound down, and the three of them retired to their separate rooms for the night. But for Quinn, sleep was far from her. As she lay in bed, her thoughts wandered back to the figure she had seen at the airport earlier that day. The face that had been haunting her thoughts ever since. Was it really Jacob? Or was her mind playing tricks on her? She just couldn't tell.She replayed the scene
Harrison forced a smile as he slipped into bed beside Quinn. The excitement of being a mother again danced in her eyes. He longed to share her joy, but a pang hung heavily in his heart. He swallowed hard and pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her skin against his, yet his mind remained miles away. When Quinn drifted off to sleep, her hand resting gently on her stomach, Harrison carefully pulled himself out of bed, tiptoeing out of the room and heading to his study. The moment the door closed behind him, he felt the heaviness of his world crash down. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he paced the room, his eyes darting to the collection of photos that adorned his bookshelf. He stopped at a picture of Quinn smiling, holding her stomach. She had taken the picture when she was first pregnant. Pain stabbed his chest, and he looked away, his eyes filling with tears. How could he even think of repeating the same mistake? His gaze fell on his study desk
For a moment, there was stunned silence. Mrs. Gerald’s eyes widened in shock, and Mr. Gerald’s mouth dropped open. But then, as the news sank in, a brilliant smile spread across Mrs. Gerald’s face, and she jumped up from her seat.“Oh, Quinn, darling! This is wonderful news!” Mrs. Gerald exclaimed, rushing over to Quinn and pulling her into a tight embrace. “Congratulations, my dear! Oh, I’m so happy for you and Harrison!”"Oh, My! Harrison didn't even tell me. I'm happy for you, my love." Quinn returned the embrace, tears of happiness pricking at the corners of her eyes. It felt so happy, sharing this moment with the Geralds. Mr. Gerald got up more slowly, his face still a bit dazed, but then he chuckled softly and shook his head.“Well, I’ll be damned. I’m going to be a grandfather,” he said, his voice filled with a quiet wonder. He walked over and gently patted Quinn’s shoulder. “Congratulations, Quinn. You’ve made us very happy.”Mrs. Gerald, her eyes shining with joy, pulled
Harrison closed the door quietly behind him as he entered the house, his gaze drifting across the living room. He walked over and looked down at Quinn, his heart tightening at the sight of her. She had been waiting for him again.He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. He lowered himself beside her, careful not to wake her. Gently, he reached out and brushed his fingertips against her cheek. Her skin felt warm under his touch, and a wave of guilt washed over him. He knew she had stayed up late, hoping he would come home early for once, but he hadn't. Mrs. Juliette, their loyal cook and housekeeper, had told him earlier how Quinn had waited until exhaustion took over, her hands protectively cradling her growing belly. “She was too tired to stay up any longer,” Mrs. Juliette said, concern etched on her face. “You shouldn’t keep doing this to her, Harrison.”He swallowed hard as he remembered those words. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to Quinn’s forehead and whisper
The next morning, the atmosphere in the house was different. Quinn barely spoke a word to Harrison. Even Mrs. Juliette could sense that something was wrong. She watched as Quinn picked at her breakfast, her face pale and drawn.As soon as Harrison left for work, Mrs. Juliette placed a comforting hand on Quinn’s shoulder. "Mrs. Quinn, you need to talk to him. Really talk to him. You’re both hurting, and now more than ever, you need to be there for each other."Quinn nodded, wiping her eyes. "I don’t know how to reach him anymore. It’s like we’re living in two different worlds.""Then pull him back into yours," Mrs. Juliette said gently. "Don’t let him go. Especially now, with a baby on the way, he needs to understand that he has responsibilities not just at work but at home too. He needs to be there for you."Quinn sniffed, trying to steady herself. "I just want him to be...present. Is that too much to ask?""No, dear, it’s not," Mrs. Juliette said softly. "And he’ll come around. Some
Quinn sat on the couch in the living room, gently rocking baby Eric back and forth in her arms. His tiny hands waved as he gurgled softly, his bright eyes shining with innocence. She traced a finger across his cheek, smiling as he cooed in response. She had always admired the way Ivan and Eva seemed so at ease in their new roles as parents, embracing the changes with grace and love. But today, her mind was elsewhere.She glanced at Eva, who was bustling in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the family. The aroma of freshly chopped vegetables and sizzling chicken wafted through the air, creating a sense of warmth and comfort. Despite the coziness surrounding her, Quinn’s thoughts were clouded by recent events, specifically, the distance Harrison had put between them since that fateful night.“He just needs time, Quinn. He’ll come around,” Eva had said earlier when Quinn confided in her about Harrison’s behavior. Quinn nodded absentmindedly, still playing with baby Eric’s tiny fingers