Mrs. Hockings nodded and with one last smile she twirled around preparing to leave with her husband but was stopped when her daughter called out,“Mother, wait, I will go with you,” Sheila said hurriedly, pushing to her feet with a forced smile and without even sparing a glance in Abraham's direction she rushed over to her mother and led her out. The moment the dining room door closed behind Sheila and her mother and they were both in a safe distance away from the door, Mrs. Hockings immediately began firing questions,“What happened? I thought dinner would not be ending until after the desert, that was what Abraham said, what changed? Why is your father angry? Did something happen, okay something definitely happened but is your father okay? Did Abraham say something wrong to him, Is that why he is angry?” Mrs. Hockings suddenly gasped as an idea dropped into her head, “Hopefully your father did not say anything to annoy the host, did he? Did he pick a fight with you? Did_,”Sheila g
Sheila was grumbling things under her breath as she stormed past the open door and down the long hallway where she had just passed through with her parents not quite long ago. Her parents had finally left, not long after her father had whispered in her ear that she should take down Abraham Connor no matter what. At least her father and her were back to having something that joined them back together. She pushed the door to the dining room open and stormed in, not surprised to still find Abraham there but she was surprised to find him seated in his seat eating peacefully like he did not just humiliate her family.“Oh, you are back,” Abraham said, his voice booming through the entire room. He took his gaze away from his food and looked up at her with a sly grin, his eyes glittering with mischief.Sheila watched him for some second, trying to find any sign of the anger she had seen in his eyes while he was speaking with her father moments ago but there was nothing but pure mischief in h
“But you should know me by now, Sheila. I would not do anything to anyone except they are totally deserving of it.”Sheila folded her arms over her chest and huffed in annoyance trying to understand the point he was making, “And what did my parents ever do to you?”Abraham shrugged, “Well for starters, your father was the definition of a rude man that needed to be reminded of his place, did you see how he walked into my abode with his head up high like he owned the place,” he scoffed, a flash of the earlier anger in his brown eyes.Of all the things Sheila had been expecting him to say, that was the last thing she had expected him to say. She just could not bring herself to believe herself to believe that the reason Abraham had lost his temper and his cool was just because of how her father had walked in. A part of Sheila knew that her father's walking step had nothing to do with what happened today.“But_,” she began to speak going with the first thought that dropped on her mind, to
1Keith stood by the entrance of the room watching Camila hum loudly an unfamiliar tune and moving around to gather the papers she had lingering around the corners of the house, barely noticing him. He folded his arms over his chest and smiled at the love of his life, yes it felt right calling her that but it was still unfair to Camila that he has not said anything about it to her concerning his feelings for her and he was beginning to think Camila would get tired of waiting for him to let out his feelings one day and dump his sorry ass_ but knowing his girlfriend, he was certain Camila would do nothing close to dumping his ass and the worst she could do was to confess her feelings to him before he got an opportunity to and for a particular reason he was keen on not letting her beat him to a confession. “What an interesting tune you are humming.” He said after some moments of leaning against the door frame watching her like a creep. Surprising, Camila doesn't flinch at the tone of h
The day went by faster than Keith could imagine and it was one of the days he treasured and strived for as he was looking for many more opportunities to spend as much time as he could with Camila without having to worry about all the external worries. Although today was spent lazing around with Camila, he counted it as a blessing, because it helped him relax and for once forget about all his worries. He glanced down at sleeping Camila nested in his eyes and smiled. Her lips were pushed out into a cute pout and she kept on mumbling words he could not quite pick out under her breath but from what he picked out and the way she kept on sighing deeply in her sleep he could tell that her sleep was quite peaceful and worry free, something he wished and longed for these past few days but it had proven quite difficult for him. His sleep these days has been quite short and most of the time close to nothing, most times he was forced to jolt out of his sleep from bad dreams that would have him h
“But about the information you asked for about the man that attacked that day, I managed to get some new information on him with the help of Christof,” Jacob announced as he realized his boss was unlikely to give a response like he expected.Keith hummed, drumming his fingers on the desk. His brows were drawn together into a frown and his lips pressed into a firm line, “Does that mean you found out who he is already?” he asked in a surprisingly calm voice which was quite contradicting to the look on his face or the fury that was currently in his eyes.“Not quite but we were able to find out more information about the tattoo on his arm,” Jacob replied, quickly and immediately began explaining his discovery. “The tattoo is the identity of a syndicate that is owned by a cooperation of wealthy men and women that needed people to do their dirty works. It was originally owned by a man named Blake but as we investigated further we have come to discover that Blake is just a co-owner of the sy
Keith glanced down at Camila's hand that was currently covered completely by his hand and the corner of his lips tilted upward into a smile and he shook his head. He had been the one that suggested holding hands while they were getting down from the car earlier but Camila had been so against it for some reason, shaking her head in refusal with her cheeks bright red with embarrassment and Keith had no idea why especially since it wasn't the first time both of them had held hands in public. He was beginning to worry about her refusal as they approached the restaurant when suddenly Camila had slipped her hand into his and when he glanced at her to ask about her sudden change of mind he had been welcomed by her daring glare and he had quickly swallowed back his question and continued their journey to the restaurant. The more Keith was watching anime the more he saw a glimpse of their attributes in Camila, for example the way her first response to everything and especially an embarrassing
Camila pouted, her eyes scanning his face. “You aren't bleeding, are you?” He groaned, but didn't take his hands off his nose. “No, I don't think so,” he said into his palm and went back to massaging the aching spot.She heaved a sigh of relief and grabbed his hands, “Thank heavens, let me see.” She doesn't ask for his permission before yanking his hands away from his nose forcefully. “Ouch, careful it hurts,” he scolds with a pout.Camila rolled her eyes and mumbled something resembling the word baby under her breath before going back to paying attention to his face. “You have a tiny bruise on your forehead and let's just hope it doesn't swell because that would be awful.”Keith's eyes widened as he saw her stretch a finger towards his head and quickly move away, “Don't touch it, it hurts.”“It's good to see nothing has changed between you too,” a friendly voice said, snapping both their attention to the direction of the voice.Camila's eyes widened as she spotted Mrs. Genevieve st