President Adams was taken aback by the unexpected sight of Gibson, who stood behind the cold, unforgiving iron bars within the confines of the police precinct. As the President approached, he couldn't hide his astonishment and blurted out, "I am still very shocked to see you here, Gibson."With a hint of defiance in his eyes, Gibson held onto the iron bars, his gaze locked onto President Adams's face. He seemed unfazed by his current predicament and replied, his voice laced with a touch of sarcasm, "Hope Cynthia didn't catch a glimpse of you on your way here, just to make matters worse." He wanted reassurance that his unexpected appearance hadn't further complicated their already complicated situation.President Adams, realizing the gravity of the situation, sighed with relief. "I'm smarter than that, young master," he assured Gibson. "Rest assured, she didn't see me. I made sure of it." There was a glimmer of satisfaction in his voice, as if he had successfully executed a covert oper
Lina's voice carried a tinge of concern as she addressed Gibson, her words punctuating the air between them. The memory of their previous encounter at her business party lingered in her mind, the silence that followed their parting leaving her with unanswered questions. The anticipation of a phone call or any form of communication from Gibson had weighed on her thoughts, yet the silence remained unbroken.Seated in front of her apartment, the atmosphere held a palpable tension as they engaged in a long-awaited conversation. Gibson, breaking the silence, admitted, "It has been a long three days for me." His voice betrayed a hint of weariness, implying that the passage of time had been laden with challenges and introspection.A flicker of empathy danced in Lina's eyes as she acknowledged, "Well, it has also been a long three days for me too." The weight of unspoken words hung in the air, their shared experience weaving an unspoken bond between them.Curiosity sparked within Gibson, comp
Gibson's words carried a weight of secrecy as he shared the inner struggle he faced, confiding in Lina about the advice his mother had imparted. "My mom told me to never reveal who I was," he confessed, his voice laced with a mix of determination and trepidation. "I am trying my best, trust me."Lina's curiosity piqued as she sought to uncover the reasoning behind such a directive. Leaning in, she asked, "But did she give you any reason?"Gibson's gaze shifted, his thoughts drifting back to the wisdom imparted by his mother. "Yeah, she did," he replied, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "But when the time is right, I would reveal it. For now, I just need to get Cynthia back on my side without revealing who I actually am."A gentle understanding washed over Lina's features, realizing the delicate balance Gibson sought to achieve. She recognized the complexity of his situation, the need to navigate a precarious path that would ultimately lead to his desired outcome. With a nod of affir
Lina's words carried a gentle yet persistent insistence, urging Gibson to meet her family. The significance of the invitation was not lost on him, as he grappled with the unexpected revelation. "Well, you did not tell me I was going to meet your family," Gibson replied, his voice tinged with surprise, taking in the opulent surroundings of her family bar within their grand mansion.A soft smile curved Lina's lips as she gracefully responded, her words laced with a touch of playful amusement. "You were coming to my house. What did you expect?" Her gentle reminder seemed to imply that meeting her family was an inevitable part of their connection, a natural progression that had been implicit all along.Gibson's eyes widened slightly, the weight of the moment settling upon him. While he had entered her home with a degree of uncertainty, the prospect of meeting her family added a layer of significance to their relationship. The lavishness of the surroundings and Lina's inviting smile foster
The family dinner unfolded in a scene of sheer elegance and opulence, the dining hall adorned with lavish decor that exuded an air of grandeur. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm, soft glow over the room. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries and ornate artwork, adding to the aura of refined sophistication.Lina gracefully took her seat beside Gibson, the polished wooden chair providing a comfortable respite. As her parents and siblings settled across from them, the table exuded a sense of unity and togetherness, an intimate gathering of loved ones.The dinner table itself was a masterpiece of fine craftsmanship. A pristine, embroidered tablecloth cascaded down, draping the surface with intricate patterns and delicate lacework. The silver cutlery gleamed under the gentle candlelight, a testament to the meticulous attention to detail.As the food was served, a symphony of flavors and aromas filled the air. Exquisite dishes adorned the table, meti
As the dinner drew to a close, an air of cautious peace settled over the room, attributed to Gibson's discernment in sidestepping any potential conflicts with Lina's parents. Their collective restraint had ensured that the evening had not devolved into a quarrel, preserving the harmony that had prevailed throughout the meal.Lina's father, mindful of Gibson's presence, acknowledged his role as a guest within their abode. With a hint of authority, he addressed Gibson, his words tinged with a subtle reminder of expectations. "The servants will take care of you properly while you are here. Please just make sure you remain law-abiding and don't spoil anything in the house," he declared, his voice carrying an undercurrent of caution.Gibson, though internally stung by the implication that he needed such reminders, summoned his composure and chose to respond with grace. His calm demeanor masked the insult that had momentarily pricked his pride. With measured restraint, he replied, "I have h
Gibson awoke early the next morning, his gaze drifting towards Lina's peaceful form lying beside him, lost in slumber. He couldn't help but admire her serene beauty, a sight that had captivated him countless times before. Yet, as he studied her delicate features, an unexpected pang of regret washed over him, clouding his thoughts.The weight of his actions settled upon him, as if a veil of guilt descended upon his conscience. Self-doubt crept in, whispering doubts and casting shadows on the vulnerability they had shared. "I shouldn't have done this. This was a mistake," Gibson muttered to himself, the remorse evident in his tone.Swiftly, he moved to gather his clothes, the urgency in his movements betraying his inner turmoil. His determination to distance himself from the situation and escape the twinges of regret fueled his haste. Gibson made his way towards the door, his mind consumed by the desire to put distance between them and reclaim a sense of clarity.However, just as Gibson
Gibson settled into the plush first-row seats, eagerly anticipating the commencement of the much-awaited football match, which was set to kick off in just one hour's time. Positioned in the VIP area, he relished the privileged view that allowed him to immerse himself fully in the vibrant atmosphere of the stadium.The football setting unfolded before Gibson's eyes, captivating his senses with its electrifying energy and palpable anticipation. The stands enveloped the field, a sea of colors as fans adorned in team jerseys and scarves waved flags and banners, proudly displaying their allegiance. The air crackled with the unmistakable buzz of excitement, mingled with chants, songs, and passionate cheers.The football pitch, meticulously groomed, lay at th