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The Abandoned Son Anxious
Kareem quickly called for a cleaner to come to the house.A team of five professionals arrived and used specialized odor-removing products to thoroughly clean both the inside and outside of the villa, completely getting rid of any unpleasant odors.Compared to previous cleaning experiences, tackling the smell here was much easier. Before leaving, the cleaner even told Scarlette to contact her directly if a similar issue occurred in the future.Only a faint hint of the cleaning agents remained in the villa. Scarlette handed Demetrius a set of clothes, saying, "These clothes must fit for you.”Demetrius graciously accepted them and thanked her before taking a refreshing hot shower.The clothes weren't just slightly oversized; they were loose enough for Demetrius to fit a few more pieces of clothing underneath.After quickly drying his hair and tending to his own clothes, which he left to air dry in the guest room, Demetrius diligently cleaned the bathroom and bedroom before retiring to t
The Abandoned Son I'm not your son
Scarlette remained focused on her task, oblivious to Demetrius' gaze. When she finished the meticulous trimming, she released his bangs, using her hand to tidy them up, and gazed at Demetrius with a soft utterance, "Done." Despite the modest distance between them, Demetrius felt as though Scarlette's smile reverberated near his ear, sending a tingling sensation. He quickly averted his gaze, lowered his head, and gently brushed his bangs with his hand, offering a soft expression of gratitude, "Thank you." "Wait," Scarlette interjected, fixating her gaze on Demetrius' face and inching closer. Demetrius' pupils dilated slightly, his back stiffened, and the calm composure he had regained only moments ago gave way to a racing heart. It was only when Scarlette delicately removed the strand of hair clinging to his lower eyelashes that Demetrius began to relax. The proximity between them wasn't as close as it seemed; his apprehension had gotten the better of him. Lowering his gaze, Demet
The Abandoned Son The parent-teacher meeting
It marked the beginning of his romantic journey. Scarlette appeared to disregard his words and maintained a silence. A hush fell over the surroundings. The car finally halted in front of a restaurant. Demetrius, his eyes closed, teetered on the edge of slumber. He roused only when he sensed the vehicle coming to a stop, unbuckled his seatbelt, and stepped out of the car. The outside air carried a crisp chill. Demetrius zipped up his jacket and trailed behind Scarlette into the restaurant. They settled at a table near the window, immersed in a tranquil ambiance punctuated only by the gentle clinking of utensils. Demetrius resolved not to return to Scarlette's villa and instead opted for an overnight stay at a hotel. As they disembarked from the car, Scarlette called out, "Remember to take your medication." Scarlette handed him a bag. The bag contained an assortment of medicines, triggering a faint crease in Demetrius' brow as he recollected the taste from before. Reminiscing o
The Abandoned Son I've missed you
Scarlette pulled out the chair from Demetrius' spot and took a seat. A silence hung in the room for a full two minutes before conversations erupted, escalating into an uncontrollable frenzy. "Is she from the Guerrero family?" "Yes, it's her. Didn't expect to see her here. She rarely makes public appearances." "Scarlette looks stunning, but how did she become Demetrius' guardian?" "Is Scarlette engaged to Finlay?" "No, they called off the engagement." "Do you think it's related to Demetrius?" "Quiet, everyone, quiet!" Mr. Stephens exclaimed, attempting to regain control over the increasingly chaotic situation in the classroom. Sensing Demetrius' gaze, Scarlette turned her head, and her deep, brooding eyes conveyed a gentle smile. In an instant, the scene before Demetrius blurred, as if a jigsaw puzzle had been rearranged seamlessly. He furrowed his brow, his complexion paling as he averted his gaze, focusing on the book in his hands. His heart was consumed by a complex mixtur
The Abandoned Son Jerome Brewer
His consciousness blurred, and at some point, someone chuckled softly in his ear, patting his head gently. "Demetrius, it's time to wake up. It's not good to oversleep." Demetrius opened his eyes. Despite blinking rapidly, he couldn't make out Acevedo Berry's face, which was gradually becoming blurry, until another person's silhouette started to form on that face. - Scarlette. Feeling something wet on his face, Demetrius instinctively reached up to touch it, finding saliva on his hand. He sat up, realizing it was all a dream. The room was dim, and a faint light peeked through the curtains. Winglet stood beside the bed, eager to lick his hand. Just as he suspected, it was a dream. Demetrius let Winglet out, drew the curtains, changed his clothes, freshened up, and had a simple breakfast. Then, he took Winglet out for a morning run. The time was barely 6 AM, and as he descended the stairs, Demetrius spotted Scarlette. Upon seeing Demetrius, Scarlette nodded at him, her sharp fe
The Abandoned Son Demetrius #1
After Demetrius left, Finlay made several attempts to turn the vacant room back into a music room. However, each time he mentioned it to Mrs. Gallagher, she became upset and emotional, reminding her of what happened with Demetrius. Worried that Mrs. Gallagher's emotions might escalate and trigger her old state, Finlay decided to drop the subject, leaving the matter unresolved. Yet, Finlay himself couldn't shake off his irritability. Every time he entered the room and saw the unused piano, an inexplicable anger surged within him. Despite dedicating years to practice, what was the point? Demetrius had effortlessly outperformed him, making his devotion to the piano seem like a mere joke. However, Finlay couldn't bear the idea of admitting defeat. He considered Demetrius incomparable to himself. With a shake of his head, Finlay positioned himself in front of the piano and pressed the keys. The high notes sounded sharp and piercing, making him realize it had been a long time since he l
The Abandoned Son Fake
"Because you're an idiot, because you're foolish." That strange voice had emerged countless times, and Finlay's fingers suddenly tightened around the table. Gritting his teeth, he demanded, "Who are you?" No one responded, and passersby heard his words, casting puzzled glances at him. It almost seemed as though he was imagining the voice himself. However, Finlay knew that this voice couldn't be a product of his imagination. Demetrius had lost count of how many autographs he'd signed. When he finished the last one, he put down the pen, rubbed his wrist, and met Finlay's intense gaze. Demetrius ignored him, preparing to leave, but he heard Finlay's slightly sharp question, "Why are you Aplorer?" Most people had already moved on to the cosplay competition area. The remaining individuals were predominantly event staff who glanced at Finlay with confusion at his peculiar words. Among these unfamiliar faces, Finlay no longer felt the need to put on a facade. He stared at Demetrius, clo
The Abandoned Son Another amount of money
It was the happiest day in the entire Class F. Laughter lasted for several minutes before finally subsiding. People passing by couldn't help but wonder if everyone had won the lottery, as they seemed unusually cheerful. "Demetrius, Mr. Stephens said this competition was very challenging. I didn't expect you to get first place. You're amazing!" Derick gave him a thumbs-up, and others followed suit. "Thank you," Demetrius said, returning to his seat. "Can I touch your gold medal? Just a look is fine," Derick leaned over. Demetrius nodded and handed him the gold medal. Instantly, people around crowded in, touching and exclaiming, "Touching it feels much better than our medal." "This is the closest I've ever been to a gold medal in my life. Thank you, Demetrius, for letting me see a gold medal up close." "Let's take a picture, let's take a picture! Mr. Stephens, come for a group photo!" Derick took out his phone and called out to Mr. Stephens, who was about to leave. "Quick, quick, q