The Return of Don Denver

CHAPTER 01

Carrying four cement bags weighing 440 pounds in total, Denver climbed the linked ladder to get to the second floor of a building in progress.

Today’s tasks included getting all the cement and sand bags on uprights on the upper floors, then he would get sixty bucks for a half-day’s work.

As he skilfully put the bags down in a dry spot, he heard the distinct footsteps of a woman walking in high heels.

Wearing a stylish purple dress with three-quarter sleeves, this brunette was stunning like morning sunshine with a lustrous face and contrasting dark hair. The jaws of other workers dropped when they saw her, who looked and swayed like a model. 

Why did someone like her donning a resplendent dress come to a construction site where cement was always in the air?

From a distance, it felt like she was staring at Denver fixedly, her eyes growing wider with a positive vibration.

"Boss!"

He heard she said to him in spite of the distance.

Denver’s eyes also widened in response.

“Watch out!”

Because suddenly! The tall brick wall next to her tilted toward her, on its way to a major collapse.

Without thinking, Denver rushed like the wind.

“Mm?” she heard the noise and looked toward the wall on her left. And she immediately ran to her right in her high heels.

She didn’t think she’d make it, but someone grabbed her waist from behind and jumped forth in a diving motion.

BUDOOM~~!!

The wall collapsed. Lots of dust lifted everywhere.

Having barely escaped the disaster, Denver and the brunette were on the floor, with her lying on top of him, their eyes quickly locking on each other. It took a few seconds for him to come out of that spell of siren eyes.

“Will you get up?” he asked.

She smiled as though she was enjoying this position.

“Hello?” Denver’s brows drew together slightly.

“Yeah, yeah,” she got up and gave him a hand.

Denver received her help and got back to his feet.

Both their clothes and faces were covered in a bit of cement, sand, and dust. The other workers stated that the sudden strong wind caused the unfinished wall to collapse, but some others didn’t believe it.

“Boss,” the pretty woman smiled emotionally as she kept staring into his deep blue eyes, ignoring all the commotion going around them. “Do you really not recognize me?”

Seeing her not letting go of Denver’s hand while looking at him affectionately, Denver felt a bit embarrassed.

“Ahem, Miss… I’m not your boss. I think you’re mistaking me for someone else. I’m just Denver, a simple construction worker.”

“You’re not any Denver,” she briefly looked at his neck and saw the mole on it and smiled. “It feels so good seeing you again.”

For some strange reason, she looked so pretty even though her face was covered in dirt.

She seemed to have a lot to say, but Denvor didn’t have time to listen to her. 

“O-Okay, you must be in shock from the fall. Sit down for a few minutes.”

He wanted to leave quickly.  It was his fiancee, Diane’s birthday.

This was her first birthday after they got engaged, and Denver had prepared a nice surprise for her.

He purposely acted like he didn’t remember her birthday this morning and came straight to work. 

This strange woman, however, seemed almost unwilling to let go of Denver's hand, which made Denver frown.

Why was she being unreasonable?

“I’m letting you go, but don’t run, my dear boss,” she said, smiling a bit cheekily. Even though she didn’t see the ring she wanted to see, she took out a bank card from her purse. “Please keep this card with you. I’ll meet you again soon, but until then this card will come in handy in case you need money.”

Denver didn't even raise his hand. This looked like a common scam in tourist spots: if you took it, you would have to pay a large sum of money to buy it.

Seeing his unwillingness to take the card, she slid it in his pocket and bid him goodbye with a wink and an astute smile on her face.

“What was that all about? Is she alright in the head?” 

Denver could only shake his head. As he walked away in another direction, he lifted his helmet a little and scratched his temple with his forefinger. 

“I don’t remember anything that happened prior to being saved by Uncle Richard. But…” 

He had already formed a new life with Richard’s family, and he didn’t really want to shift his focus anywhere else right now.

After Richard died from heart failure, Denver took on all the responsibilities of his family.

Today, on the big day of his fiancee, who is also Richard’s daughter, Denver especially had no time for anything else.

The moment the project manager’s whistle was blown, he smiled and removed his helmet. He hurried home while still wearing the worker’s gray uniform, though.

He rushed into his home with a bouquet of variegated roses in his hand, and something else hidden in his pocket.

The hall was empty because they only recently bought the house and didn’t buy the necessary stuff like couches and chairs yet. 

He went upstairs, crossing three steps at a time, and slid to a stop right in front of her. He smiled and raised his hand and was about to knock on their bedroom door.

However, he heard noises coming from inside. It was Diane’s voice mixed with another man’s voice.

Denver’s hand froze midway.

“Are you sure we can keep doing this here?” a male voice came from inside the room.

“He won’t be back until evening,” a female voice followed, and it was undoubtedly Diane’s voice.

It made Denver’s feet take backward steps as disbelief shook his heart and crept up into his eyes very rapidly.

He ended up hitting the flower vase behind him, which fell over and crashed on the ground floor.

The noise alerted the people inside.

Moments later, Diane opened the door and was stunned to see Denver standing right outside like a frozen statue, but the guy behind her saw Denver and smirked.

This was Denver’s first time seeing him, and it greatly upset him that this man was putting a suit on right in front of Denver’s eyes.

Denver looked at Diane with utter disappointment and immense anger in his eyes. 

“Who is that clown?” He glared at his beloved fiancee, his veins full of fury. “Are you fucking him?”

“D-Denver,” Diane, the blonde beauty with a tiny mole on her chin, tried to reason with him. “You’ve got it wrong. Stephen was just helping me with—”

“Help you with screaming for the sex?” Denver’s voice reverberated in the building. “Isn’t that what you were doing? How could you do this to me!”

He couldn’t believe that she was lying even when he caught her red-handedly.

The man behind Diane shoved her aside, interrupting her response, and she crashed into the doorpost.

Denver’s eyes brimmed with rage.

“So you’re the useless fiance she mentioned? You really do look like a loser.” Stephen grinned wickedly and dodged the sudden punch that came flying at him. “You smell like cement and shit mixed together.”

He grabbed Denver by the collar, pulled him closer and looked him in the eye.

“YEAH. I’m the one who fucked your girl. This isn’t the first time, and this won’t be the last, either. What are you going to do about it? Huh? Trash!” He followed his words with a quick, vicious punch to Denver’s face.