Emily went into a deep thought as she entered her room, every word of Amara’s advice sinking in her head, making her wonder and blaming herself for accepting his proposal when he knew nothing about her—not even where he lived or his company's location.She picked up her phone to check for information about him but decided not to.“I shouldn't. I should ask him all the information I need to know about him instead of checking them up on the phone.”She decided that the next time she met Alex, she would ask him all the basic things she felt she had a right to know about him. As Alex got out of his car after parking in the lot, he knew trouble was brewing—it was going to be another troublesome night.He spotted Isabella sitting in front of the mansion door, and before he could say anything or even make it to the entrance, she erupted, confronting him.She wasted no time in unleashing her barrage of questions as he approached. "Where have you been all this time? Who were you with? Why di
Alex sat alone in the room, the weight of his secrets and deceptions pressing down on him like a heavy cloak. He ran a trembling hand through his hair, trying to steady his nerves as he replayed the confrontation with Isabella over and over in his mind.He closed his eyes, taking a deep, shuddering breath in the quiet moments, away from Isabella's probing questions as he allowed himself to reflect on how he had ended up in this precarious position; the affair with Emily and the lies he had told Isabella.The thought of what might happen if Isabella discovered the truth sent a wave of dread through him again. Would she lash out in a fit of rage? Would she threaten to expose his secrets, jeopardising everything he had worked so hard to build? The possibilities played out in his mind, each scenario more dire than the last.The weight of his actions pressed heavily on his conscience. What had started as a calculated ploy to teach Emily a lesson had become something much more complex. A
“Oh fuck!” Isabella was disappointed to find out that Alex had not set up either fingerprint or face ID authentication on his phone.She looked at him with disdain. “Now, I know you're definitely hiding something from me.”“Do you think you're smart?” She scoffed.“I'll show you why being cunning is better than being smart.”The next morning, Santiago's personal assistant stepped into his room, informing him about an upcoming interview after he had greeted him.Taking a moment to consider it, Santiago turned his attention to the assistant and asked, “Have you finished the assignment I gave you?”The assistant shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his hands clasped together in front of him. He averted his gaze, staring down at the floor as he hesitated, seemingly reluctant to continue. “No, sir. I haven't.” He admitted it, his voice tinged with shame, knowing what would happen next.His response prompted an irritated one from Santiago as he furrowed his brow.“What's the poin
As Isabella tailed Alex's car, she prepared herself for a confrontation with whatever—or whoever—he was meeting. But when he pulled at a neighbourhood that had a gritty, rundown feel, with potholed streets and graffiti marrying the brick walls, she wondered his reason for being in such a stinking neighbourhood, thinking perhaps he could have noticed her tailing him and drove there to confuse her.Her doubts were cleared when he got out of the car, which assured her that he was definitely there to meet someone.Parked behind a battered Toyota, she wrinkled her nose. “Who could he be meeting in such squalor?” She wondered.She watched him as he entered the house he parked in front of, hoping to see the person he was meeting. She didn't care if it would take her a whole day to achieve her goal.Alex rapped on Emily's door but was disappointed as no reply came, indicating that she was not at home.“Where could she be?” He wondered.Just then, Amara arrived, alerted by the knocking sound
Alex asked for the direction to the department, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't know where the courage came from, but he entered the lecture hall while class was ongoing, squaring his shoulders, not knowing what to say if the lecturer asked who he was. He hoped she didn't notice him.He slid into a seat in the back row and was relieved when the lecturer ignored his presence. His eyes immediately found Emily sitting in the front row; her head remained obediently bowed over her notebook.Even after all their little time apart, just seeing her ignited a longing so intense that it stole his breath away. “That will be all today.” The lecturer announced,after what seemed like an eternity of struggling to focus on her words.“Finally,” he muttered, ready to meet Emily.“Who is he?”“What sort of dressing is this?” People threw puzzled glances his way as they filed out, some openly mocking him, but he kept his expression neutral. His eyes were trained on the front entrance, w
“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