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Zinnia's eyes were a striking shade of chestnut brown, framed by long, thick lashes that accentuated their intensity. They were known to capture attention and leave a lasting impression on anyone who met her. However, at this particular moment, her eyes grew wide with shock and disbelief as she witnessed the water spreading across the part of the living room she had just painstakingly cleaned. A mixture of frustration and astonishment flickered in her gaze as she watched the water flow away, undoing her efforts. Duncan wore a smug grin on his face, his satisfaction evident as he observed her reaction. Zinnia's face contorted with a combination of anger and disbelief, her brows furrowing and her lips pursing. "So, Zinnia, I had no idea that you would enjoy cleaning this much on your first day of cleaning since you came into this world. So clean this room up all over again and enjoy it. The defiance in her eyes was evident as she glared at him, her gaze filled with a fiery determi
As the woman reached Karla, her smile disappeared slowly as Karla jerked up and hissed. "What the hell are you doing here?" Karla asked, roughly. Karla's hand trembled slightly as she held the photograph tightly, her eyes fixed on the woman standing before her. The weight of the past seemed to hang heavily in the air, as they both stood in the room, their emotions palpable. With a mix of anticipation and apprehension, Karla released her grip on the photograph and let it fall onto the bed. It landed with a soft thud, its significance echoing in the silence of the room. She watched as the woman's eyes flickered towards the photograph briefly before returning her gaze to Karla. "It's been long, Karla. I miss you," the woman's voice cracked with emotion, and she instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears. Karla's expression remained guarded, her stare unwavering. She absorbed the woman's words, her face displaying a stoic facade. "I don't miss people like you,
The next morning, the Lennart family gathered around the dining table, ready to start their day. Duncan took on his usual role of the server, pouring cups of coffee for each family member. As he moved around the table, a sense of warmth and familiarity filled the air. Zinnia emerged from her room, her hair disheveled, which immediately caught the attention of Lisa and Bella. The mother and daughter exchanged amused glances, trying to stifle their laughter as they watched Zinnia take her seat next to her mother. "Good morning, grandmother," Zinnia greeted, her voice slightly apologetic. "Save your greetings," ma'am Luna responded curtly. "Why are you late to the dining room?" Zinnia's expression softened as she replied, "Grandmother, I... I'm sorry. I got really tired because of the workload and..." Before Zinnia could finish her explanation, Duncan interjected, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You didn't do much," he teasingly remarked, causing Zinnia to shoot him a glare.
Zinnia, visibly irritated by Duncan's statement, abruptly stood up in annoyance. Her sudden movement and the tone of her voice conveyed her strong reaction to his words. She confronted him, questioning his sanity and daring to assume that she would be the one cooking and serving. "Duncan, are you crazy? How dare you mention I will cook and serve, huh?" Duncan, still pretending to be innocent, responded with a hint of satisfaction at seeing his wife become angry. His enjoyment of provoking her anger was evident in his demeanor and response. Interrupting the exchange between Karla and Duncan, Laura also rose from her seat. She expressed her disagreement with Duncan's behavior, emphasizing that he should show respect for the fact that it is their daughter who has contributed to his comfortable lifestyle. Laura's comment suggested that Karla's presence or support has played a significant role in Duncan's well-being. "You would be nothing or far from this world if my daughter hadn't ma
Zinnia's frown deepened as she glared at Peterson, her anger intensifying at his audacity. The frustration in her voice was unmistakable as she confronted him."What fucking money are you talking about?" she demanded, her words laced with seething anger. She refused to let him manipulate or intimidate her any longer. Peterson's smirk widened, a smug expression crossing his face as he shook his head. "Don't you dare act oblivious now, bitch!" he retorted, his voice dripping with contempt and disdain. Zinnia's patience reached its limit, and she couldn't tolerate Peterson's presence any longer. "Get out of my face," she hissed, her voice filled with venom. She turned and walked away, seeking refuge in the living room, determined to distance herself from the toxic confrontation. However, Peterson, fueled by a toxic mix of anger and entitlement, refused to let her go so easily. He followed her into the living room, closing the distance between them. Ignoring the growing audience o
Peterson remained standing at the spot where Duncan had left him, his mind consumed by the cryptic words and unsettling demeanor of Duncan. Lost in thought, he was startled by the sound of approaching footsteps. He turned to see Marcus, who had witnessed his conversation with Duncan a while ago, now standing before him. "So, you're still here, Peterson?" Marcus sneered, his tone laced with a mix of mockery and aggression. "Leave now, or I will manhandle you in my own way, and I assure you, it would be far worse than the slap my sister gave you." Peterson's frown deepened as he pointed an accusatory finger at Marcus. "Mind your words, Marcus. You don't know me. I will be back to get my money from her." Marcus simply shrugged, a nonchalant expression on his face. "Whatever," he replied dismissively, his indifference evident. With that, Peterson turned and walked towards his car, determined to pursue his own agenda despite the warning and confrontation. Marcus watched him go, a mix
Karla blinked uncontrollably, her eyes widening with disbelief and confusion, as she confirmed that Duncan was indeed standing there before her. The weight of the moment seemed to hang in the air, as if time had momentarily paused. "Hi," Duncan said, breaking the silence, his voice filled with a mix of uncertainty and longing. He vaguely waved at her, a small gesture that conveyed both a greeting and a desire to connect. As Karla processed Duncan's presence, Samuel and Ciara appeared a few feet away from her at the doorway, their concern and worry etched on their faces. The sound of her father's voice calling out to her snapped her attention away from Duncan, and she turned to meet his gaze. "Karla, my dear?" Samuel's voice carried a mixture of love and concern, his words laced with a father's worry. Karla's eyes shifted from her father to Ciara, briefly assessing the emotions reflected in her eyes. Without hesitating, Karla swiftly turned back towards the door and fumbled to r
Duncan was taken aback by her words, his surprise evident in his response. "Really?"Karla nodded, the memories of their past encounters vivid in her mind. "Yeah. You saved me from that thief that time, and then from that jerk in front of the hospital." Duncan's recollection quickly caught up with him, and he remembered the incidents she mentioned. The realization brought a small smile to his face. "Oh, Aaron?" Karla nodded once again, acknowledging his correct identification. Then she went on."Then at the company, Marcus could have caught me after I gave him a roundhouse kick.""He deserved it," Duncan commented and both laughed."Now, you unexpectedly came here. Why do you have perfect timings?" Duncan boasted as he arrogantly lifted his shoulders. "It's because I'm Duncan Walton. I'm smart and I'm a genius.""What a narcissist.""Yeah, I'm sure you still admire me too," he playfully uttered and chuckled.But Karla smiled sheepishly as she looked away."Maybe." she muttered to