“Emily?” Alex called out, breathing her name as he hurried to catch up with her strides.Emily didn't stop or glance back, but instead walked further to an unfamiliar destination.Observing that only a few people were around the area, he walked closer to her, suddenly grabbing her hand, forcing her to turn to face him.“What?!” She arched her brows defiantly, trying to tug her hand free from his grip, but he refused to loosen his hold.He raised a finger to his lips. "Please, lower your voice.” He urged in a whisper."Lower my voice?" She hissed. "For what? Just let me be, Alex. Please."But he held firm, not willing to release her. She widened her eyes, glaring at his unmovable grasp on her wrist. "I said let me go!”“I can't, Emily. How do you expect me to?" His voice took on a pleading tone. "Look, I don't know what I did, but it's obvious you're angry with me. The reason exactly is what I can't figure out, because we...we said goodnight while smiling at each other. What happen
“Now, I'm listening.” Emily demanded he start speaking, seeing that Alex was not ready to talk as he had promised as he continued driving.He glanced at her before returning his gaze to the road. “Now?” “Yes, of course. Why did you refuse to pick up my calls?” She reminded him, as if he had forgotten.“You really do want me to start talking while driving?” He asked her.She rolled her eyes. “And why not?”“Have you forgotten the last time we almost ran into an accident just because of something like this?” He reminded her.“It's just a conversation. What happened the last time was because you couldn't get your eyes off me while you drove. You can talk without looking at me, can't you?” She retorted. "I guess so, but not with you. I must confess, looking at your piercing eyes is like a prerequisite for me to form coherent thoughts in your presence."She didn't believe him.She gave him a skeptical look, one eyebrow raised. "Yet in our few phone conversations, you seemed to have no tr
“I'm really famished. What do you have at home?” Alex inquired after they had settled their little fight.He was surprised when Emily told him that there was nothing edible for him to eat. “Not even groceries?”She nodded.“How can you be living in a room without anything edible? Has hunger not struck you in the middle of the night?”“Well, apparently, it hasn't.”He then proposed they go out for a meal and also do some grocery shopping to stock up her kitchen with food supplies.She protested, saying that she was accustomed to not having food at home.With a light chuckle, Alex said, "You might be used to that, but I'm not. If you had something we could eat readily available, we wouldn't need to go out. What if I stay over and wake up feeling hungry?"“Sleep over?” She furrowed her brows.“Yes…” He stared at her intensely, and his brows were also furrowed. “How is that a surprise to you? Why wouldn't I? Who knows, I might decide to do that tonight.”The mention of him sleeping over
As Derek saw Alex appear, his whole demeanour shifted. A look of fright flickered across his face, as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't. He abruptly dropped the phone, letting it clatter onto the cabinet. Several tense seconds ticked by before Derek could compose himself enough to greet Alex. “Goo- Good evening, sir.” He replied with a tight smile. Alex's brows furrowed as he took in Derek's suspicious behaviour, but he said nothing, simply giving a curt nod before heading towards the bedroom. As Alex ascended the stairs, his mind replayed Derek's odd reaction. “Who was he talking to to make him flinch when he appeared?” Halfway up, he paused, suddenly remembering he hadn't let Emily know he had arrived home safely since he considered that to now be his routine. As he appeared in the kitchen, Derek flinched again. It appeared that he had resumed his phone conver
After Alex left the next morning, Isabella went upstairs to have her morning coffee before leaving to meet someone important.As she saw Derek, she remembered that he had asked for an audience with her the previous day. “You said you wanted to have a conversation with me yesterday.” She said, sipping her steamy coffee as Derek walked past her front.She was sitting on one of the dining chairs.Derek then walked closer to her, dragged the chair beside her, and turned it to face her.“What is happening, Isa?” His eyes were etched with emotions that Isabella could not read. She furrowed her brows. “What do you mean?”He leaned closer, as if to whisper, and clarified. “What is happening to us?”She understood the meaning of his words, but her surprise stemmed from the fact that they could come out of his mouth. Not after their agreement!“I don't understand you. Explain what you mean.” She said.“It seems you've been avoiding me recently. No, you have.” He said it firmly.It was the tru
Derek cautiously approached a sleek, black car, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat of apprehension. Fear prickled at his skin as he neared the car, the anticipation of the looming encounter sending shivers down his spine.As he reached out to open the door, his hand hesitated for a moment before reaching out to grasp the handle, his fingers trembling slightly with nerves.He glanced around the quiet street, ensuring that no prying eyes were watching his every move.With a deep breath, he slid into the back seat of the car, his eyes immediately locking onto the figure seated next to him. Santiago's imposing presence filled the space; his gaze bore into him, intense and unwavering, causing Derek to shift uncomfortably in his seat.Santiago was the person Derek was conversing with on the phone the previous night, when he was almost caught by Alex.Memories of the previous night flooded Derek's mind—the image of Alex appearing in the kitchen not once but twice—causing him t
Isabella approached the investigator with a sense of urgency in her voice. It was where she was headed in a hurry because she needed to take quick action concerning Alex’s secret affair, and to do that, she had to know everything about Emily."I need more information on someone.” She told the investigator, her tone clipped and serious.The investigator's eyes narrowed. "And may I ask why?”She hesitated, her gaze flickering away for a moment, before she composed herself. "Let's just say it's a personal matter.” She replied cryptically.He studied her for a moment longer before nodding slowly. "Very well," he said, his voice guarded. "But I'll need some details to start with."She reached into her purse and pulled out a photograph she had printed of Emily, which she had captured the previous day while she was with Alex on the school campus.She slid it across the table towards him. "This is her," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And here's where she lives and where sh
Then the real question Henry should be asking Alex flashed through his mind, and he added immediately as he leaned closer to Alex. "Wait! Did Emily know about your so-called relationship with Isabella? She agreed to be your mistress, or what? Knowing about your arranged marriage with Isabella? I don't think she can agree to something like that." He shook his head in disbelief, anticipating Alex’s response.“What have you done concerning this?” His voice was tinged with impatience and concern, seeing that the loquacious Alex, who was happy to disseminate all the information without hesitation just a moment ago, had become silent.As if Alex were touched by Henry's words, he began telling him about everything: how Emily didn't know about his relationship with Isabella and other aspects of his life due to her lack of online presence, the recurring suspicious behaviour of Isabella, her own suspicions, and how he was confused about what to do concerning the complex web of relationships he