One of the police officers frowned. He couldn't sit back and watch them do something that was against protocol. He understood her reason for wanting to leave, but there were instructions that they needed to follow. "I'm sorry, but I cannot let you go just like that," he summoned up the courage to say. Wesley turned around, with an air of authority and malice. He frowned, looking at the officer like he was above the law and the officer was nothing but a mere pebble. "What did you just say?" he asked. The officer swallowed; he recognized the frost that just took over his expression but he needed to voice out what was needed: "If she doesn't want the paramedics to carry out a proper checkup, then she has to go to the hospital." "But I don't," Wynn's small voice came in as she leaned closer to Wesley. Wesley frowned, "she said she doesn't, then what should she do?" he asked angrily. "She can ride with you," the officer suggested. "The report from the hospital needs to be at the pre
The sunlight poured into the room. It was warm against the skin, the perfect morning sun. Its only flaw was that the light was a little blinding, so when Kraig stirred in his sleep and turned his head to face the window, his features were decorated and blessed with the alluring light from the sun, making his beauty more captivating than it already was. Making him flutter his eyes open. He was immediately almost blinded by how bright the sun was shining. He removed his face from that direction and buried it in his bed as he tried to recover from the abruptness and also adjust his eyes to fit the brightness of the sunlight. When he figured he had had enough resting, he turned his head to the side that was adjacent to the window. He was immediately struck by lightning when he saw who it was that laid beside him. Blonde hair, fair white skin, long eyelashes, and a small frame. Kraig jumped from the bed, but his bare body was immediately slapped by the morning wind. He felt the breeze
Everybody watched how the bouquet went from Wesley's hand to Wynn's own. As her fingers wrapped themselves around the bouquet, Wynn felt the rush of pleasure, the satisfying feeling of having won a competition. She felt like she was walking on staes. Excitedly, she giggled, her eyes meeting Wesley's own in adoration and affection. "I was worried about you, so I decided to come see you. I couldn't stop thinking about you," Wesley added to his gesture. Wynn was swooned; she hopped to her feet and jumped on him, giving him a tight hug, feeling every cotton used to make his outfit as she hugged him dearly, as if she was clinging to life. He also reciprocated such. He hugged her just the same, holding her the way he knew she would like to be held. Jade and Kraig were the only ones not smiling about this scene playing out. Kraig had an unreadable expression on his face, and Jade was frowning. They were both filled with animosity while they watched the couple. Kraig was better than Jade
During the shopping spree, Kraig couldn't focus on what she was picking, on their conversation, on anything entirely. He was mainly focused on the realization that just dawned on him regarding his feelings for her. He had always known that she had a special place in his heart; he thought that there was just pure friendship, worry, affection, and platonic love. But, this sudden realization frightened him. He was not the man that she needed; he was not the man that could offer her anything. These would be her thoughts, these would be her reasons for not even thinking, of not even entertaining the idea that they could be together because to her, Kraig was just a worthless driver with no real income. She needed someone to help her company, someone to provide her family with wealth, someone who would be able to rescue her family, and although he was capable of doing that, it was just that he wasn't really out to the public as the real heir; to them, he was just a driver, and he even does
As they made their way out of the room and into the garden, a sense of relief washed over them. The remaining children were gathered with Howie and Wynn, along with one of the more caring nurses who had always looked out for the kids. Madam Zury's gaze shifted to the children, and she paused in her steps. Her heart ached at the sight of the young faces, their eyes filled with confusion and concern. She turned to Kraig, her voice wavering with worry, "Kraig, my dear, I can't leave them behind. How will we survive, and where would we they go?" Kraig gazed at the children, realizing that there were about 14 of them, ranging in age from 6 to 10. He gently placed a hand on Madam Zury's shoulder and assured her, "I'll find a way, Madam Zury. You all won't be stranded. But for now, let's focus on getting you to a hospital." Madam Zury let out a soft, melancholic laugh. "Oh, Kraig, you're a good-hearted boy, but don't burden yourself with this. Concentrate on your studies. You have a
Kraig glanced at his phone but there was still no report from Kyle. He haven't reported back about the building he is to find temporary for the orphans. He needed to call Kyle. When he spotted Wynn in the crowd, he waved at her to help him take Zury to the children. "Wynn, please help Madam Zury. She needs to be with the children for now. I'll be back soon." Without waiting for a response, Kraig hurriedly walked away from the garden. He looked around for a quiet spot so he could call Kyle. Kraig quickly dialed Kyle's number, a sense of urgency pushing him as he waited for his friend to answer. Finally, Kyle's voice came through the phone, "Kyle, what's taking you so long?" Kraig wasted no time and got straight to the point. "Kyle, did you find another place for the orphans?" Kyle's voice was laced with relief. "Yes, I did. It's not too far from here. But how are you planning to bring all those kids there without them suspecting a thing?" Kraig leaned against a tree, his min
Madam Zury's gaze shifted to the children, and she paused in her steps. Her heart ached at the sight of the young faces, their eyes filled with confusion and concern. She turned to Kraig, her voice wavering with worry, "Kraig, my dear, I can't leave them behind. How will we survive, and where would we they go?" Kraig gazed at the children, realizing that there were about 14 of them, ranging in age from 6 to 10. He gently placed a hand on Madam Zury's shoulder and assured her, "I'll find a way, Madam Zury. You all won't be stranded. But for now, let's focus on getting you to a hospital." Madam Zury let out a soft, melancholic laugh. "Oh, Kraig, you're a good-hearted boy, but don't burden yourself with this. Concentrate on your studies. You have a bright future ahead." Kraig hesitated for a moment. He desperately wanted to tell Madam Zury the truth, to share the news that he had found his family, but the words stuck in his throat. Instead, he nodded in agreement. "I will definit
Kraig's anger simmered beneath the surface, but for now, he focused on getting Madam Zury out of this place. As they made their way out of the room and into the garden, a sense of relief washed over them. The remaining children were gathered with Howie and Wynn, along with one of the more caring nurses who had always looked out for the kids. Madam Zury's gaze shifted to the children, and she paused in her steps. Her heart ached at the sight of the young faces, their eyes filled with confusion and concern. She turned to Kraig, her voice wavering with worry, "Kraig, my dear, I can't leave them behind. How will we survive, and where would we they go?" Kraig gazed at the children, realizing that there were about 14 of them, ranging in age from 6 to 10. He gently placed a hand on Madam Zury's shoulder and assured her, "I'll find a way, Madam Zury. You all won't be stranded. But for now, let's focus on getting you to a hospital." Madam Zury let out a soft, melancholic laugh. "Oh, K