Dylan staggered into the house. He then loosened his tie, leaving it untied. Tired. Tired of heart and mind. "What should I do to end Demian's arrogance?" Dylan muttered before plopping his butt down on the sofa. He then pressed the edge of his head, thinking hard to find a way out to complete his revenge. "I can't take it anymore. I've done everything I can, but the ending just keeps failing and failing. I'm fed up!"A maid came over to the upset Dylan with a glass of water. And when the maids left for the back, Dylan called out to her. He was suddenly curious about something. "What did Mom and Dad do today? Did they go out?""Yes, sir. Mr.Morgan and Mrs.Katty went out after breakfast, but not for long.""Where did they go?""I don't know, sir.""Go away," Dylan said, waving his hand for the maid to leave. He was asking the wrong person. (Why am I feeling so uneasy? Mom wouldn't do something without telling me first, right?) While Dylan was daydreaming, Katty walked up the stairs
Demian stood facing the window, wine in hand. Behind him was Niel who faithfully kept him company. They were now at the mansion. However, Demian had not allowed Niel to return to his house. He needed someone to talk to. "If there's something bothering you, please just tell me, sir. You don't usually keep me at the mansion," Niel said, opening the conversation. He and his boss were there for almost thirty minutes, but not a single conversation was opened. Niel was curious. So he ventured to start first. "Do you mind being here?" asked Demian in a very flat tone of voice. "Not at all, sir. I'm just worried.""Worried about what?""About your uncharacteristic behavior." Niel leaned closer to his boss and poured some wine into the almost empty glass. "Are you worried about the arranged marriage? If so, I will immediately organize a plan to cancel the match."Demian let out a long sigh at Neil's words. Right now he was not thinking at all about Katty's plan to marry him off to Rosalind.
"Dylan, please listen first. You've already come to terms with my plan. Things are not what you think. I didn't betray you," Katty said as she chased after Dylan who was about to leave for the office. She wouldn't let their relationship deteriorate over a disagreement about Demian's match with Rosalind. "There's no misunderstanding here. I made it clear last night that from now on we're going to stick to our own plans!" said Dylan, ignoring his mother's request. Disappointed at feeling betrayed, he no longer wanted to listen to any explanation. "Don't be like that, dear. Listen to my explanation first. There's a good reason why I went back on my word. Please, please give me a chance to come forward. Okay?""What good reason, huh?"Furious, Dylan stopped walking then turned to face backwards. The look in his eyes was sharp, showing how much he disliked the ongoing conversation. "What reason do you want to tell me? Do you want to tell me that the woman you're going to match with Demia
TingAs soon as the elevator doors opened, Demian locked eyes with Dylan, who was standing with one hand in his pants. Reluctant to engage, Demian chose to break eye contact then waltzed away from the snot-nosed kid. Lazy. It was too much of a waste of time to stay there. "Stop!"Ignored so cruelly, Dylan immediately shouted for Demian to stop. After that he caught up with him, smiling slightly as he tilted his head. "As a brother, don't you feel that your behavior just now was outrageous? I was really hoping to have a warm greeting with you this morning. It's a pity that you're so indifferent. Hmmm,""Enough bragging already?" asked Demian sarcastically."Of course not," Dylan replied. "Then finish it quickly and get out of my sight. Seeing that ugly face of yours puts me in a bad mood."Niel silently watched the small argument that was going on between Mr.Dylan and his boss. He silently thought to himself, hoping that the argument would not turn into a long one. It was too tiring
Rosalind sat wringing the hem of her shirt as she faced her parents. She had just returned from the hospital and was escorted home by Mrs. Katty, the woman of the man she had accidentally helped the other day. "So you intend to propose to... her?" asked Viona as she pointed at Rosalind. His heart nearly gave out when the waiter informed him that Rosalind had come home with a woman who was Mrs. Stewart. The news was so shocking that he forgot he was talking to a woman from the most prominent family in their country. "Her?" Katty parroted. (I love this. The more they show their dislike for Rosalind, the easier it will be for my plan to marry her off to Demian. Yes yes yes, I really like this scene,) "A-ah, that, I mean Rosalind," said Viona, correcting the first remark. She then cleared her throat softly. "Mrs.Katty, are you serious about that? D...em I mean Rosalind, is a woman who can't do anything. She has always been at home and almost never interacts with the outside world. Are
The media was abuzz with the news of the marriage between the heir of the Stewart family and the daughter of the Johnson family. And even more shockingly, the wedding was to be held in the very near future. What a surprise. It made many people wonder when and where the two people knew each other and started dating. "Rubbish!" cursed Demian after reading the news on one of the online media. He then threw the phone on the table rudely. "Don't these people have anything better to do than meddle in my business? It's just annoying."Knock knock knockNiel opened the door and entered the room. In his hand was a work file which he immediately placed on the table. Niel gave his boss a long look. "Get rid of the people who dare to demand this and that from me. I don't want to be their puppet!""You mean get rid of everyone who lives in this town?" asked Niel somewhat strangely at his boss's order. How could he get rid of so many people who were admirers of the order giver? Even if he became
(What should I do when I meet Demian later? We don't know each other, and we haven't even met since the attack. It will definitely be very awkward. What should I do?) CeklekRosalind's reverie was broken when someone opened the door to the room where she was waiting. Nervous, she squeezed the white wedding dress that clung snugly to her body. Rosalind then ventured to look at the person who was now staring at her with a flat expression. Sad, but she tried to hide it. "Dad,""Remember, Ros. You must not show any behavior that could embarrass our family. If you do, don't expect your name to be on the Johnson family register," Bently threatened matter-of-factly. Rosalind smiled wryly. Even on her happy day, her father was still being cruel and catty. Shouldn't they be hugging each other and crying tears of joy because soon she would be taken to the groom's family? Sad. As a child, Rosalind had tried so hard to make her family proud. However, it all seemed meaningless just because she
Demian looked flatly at the woman who was sitting on the bed with her head bowed. This woman now held the title of Mrs. Stewart, who was his own wife. Very annoying. Because of the pressure of netizens and the media, she now had a new status that she never wanted. "S-Sir, why are you looking at me like that?" asked Rosalind venturing to open a conversation with the man who was now legally her husband. "You scare me. I'm not comfortable.""What do I care?" snapped Demian. "You decided to be here yourself. So don't blame me for being cold and indifferent. We're strangers. And will forever remain strangers despite our status as a married couple. I hope you can understand the boundaries I'm talking about.""Yes, I know, but can't you be a little gentle with me? I don't want to be demanding or restrictive, I just want us to learn to know each other's personalities. I also don't mind you thinking of me as a stranger because that's how it is.""So if I refuse to get to know you, what will y