Hope you enjoyed the chapter guys. I planned to continue updating from the Ist of the coming month but I have to drop this chapter for my loyal readers despite battling with my health.😪 I hope I get a bit better and drop another chapter before next month. Would appreciate your encouragement. Thanks.
Aaaghhhrrr! Peterson, fueled by anger and frustration, groaned loudly, expressing his intense emotions. In a fit of rage, he impulsively kicked one of the cushions in his living room, seeking an outlet for his pent-up feelings. However, his action quickly backfired as a sharp pain shot through his foot, causing him to wince and hop in discomfort. Feeling the throbbing pain subside, Peterson slumped onto the couch, his anger gradually giving way to contemplation. As he mulled over his current situation, a sudden realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. The name "Duncan" echoed in his mind, bringing forth memories of their recent conversation and Duncan's peculiar behavior that morning. With a mix of curiosity and suspicion, Peterson began to connect the dots. Recollecting the details of their earlier interaction, he wondered why Duncan hadn't denied his accusations when confronted. The pieces of the puzzle started falling into place, and a startling thought emerged in P
Zinnia's words hung heavily in the air, a declaration of her resilience and determination to rise above the challenges she faced. While Duncan's smile remained unfazed by Zinnia's insult, almost as if her words didn't affect him at all. He brushed off her remark, fully confident in his own superiority."Ignorant fool," Zinnia muttered under her breath, her teeth gnashing with frustration. Despite her anger, she couldn't help but fulfill her duty(which she had unwillingly bestowed on herself) and inform Duncan that dinner was ready. Reluctantly, she shared the information, acknowledging that it was her grandmother, Ma'am Luna's, instruction. Duncan's response was laced with sarcasm and mockery. "Oh, I can't wait to taste the delicacy you've made," he exclaimed, his voice dripping with exaggerated enthusiasm. "I'm sure it's Aweeeee-some." His laughter erupted once again, echoing through the room. Zinnia groaned in exasperation, feeling the weight of the situation pressing upon h
Zinnia clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white as she defiantly declared, "I won't serve you." Her jaw tightened, emphasizing her determination and resolve. Bella and Lisa exchanged quick glances, trying their best to conceal their amusement at the unfolding confrontation. Duncan, taken aback by Zinnia's unexpected defiance, attempted to reason with her, saying, "You can't say that. We had a deal..." Zinnia interrupted him, her voice filled with fury, "To hell with the deal, and you better listen to me clearly. I'm not going to serve a riffraff like you!" Laila couldn't contain her anger any longer. Her eyes blazed with fury as she snapped at Duncan, "You worthless man! Get up and make room for my daughter to sit. How dare you suggest she serves you? She's not a househelp!" The shock of Laila's outburst resonated in the room, causing Duncan to momentarily freeze. He pretended to be taken aback by the strength of Laila's reaction while knowing too well she was
As Duncan resumed eating, he couldn't help but notice Ma'am Luna's reaction—or rather, lack thereof—to his dismissive and rude behavior on the phone. Surprisingly, she seemed to overlook his unacceptable action, choosing not to react or reprimand him. Duncan's keen observation allowed him to discern the reason behind Ma'am Luna's unusual response. He noticed that her attention was focused on Zinnia, who was visibly seething with anger and frustration. Ma'am Luna's satisfaction at witnessing Zinnia's distress was apparent. The hurt she still harbored due to Zinnia's loss and the emotional distance between them had clouded her judgment and caused her to align herself with Duncan, even if it meant taking his side over her own granddaughter. Deep down, Ma'am Luna knew that her actions were misguided. She had always loved Zinnia and had never intended to uphold Duncan in front of her. However, her unresolved pain and resentment had fueled a temporary alliance with Duncan, blinding he
Bella and Aaron stared at Lisa with curious anticipation, their eyes fixed on her, waiting for her next words. The room was filled with an air of suspense, and mother and son couldn't help but feel the need for answers. Lisa, however, seemed lost in thought, struggling to articulate her thoughts. Feeling the impatience mounting, Bella let out an annoyed breath and playfully poked Lisa's arm, hoping to prompt her to speak. Lisa's frown deepened, realizing she was keeping them in suspense unintentionally. "Stop keeping us in suspense," Bella insisted, her frustration evident. Aaron chimed in, reminding Lisa of her previous statement. "But could it be what?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. Lisa paused, feeling the weight of their expectations. She struggled to find the right words, her mind racing to make sense of her thoughts. Bella pressed on, "You were trying to say…" "Nothing. I'm sorry," Lisa interjected, her voice tinged with disappointment. It was c
As Duncan spoke those words, he was clearly issuing a challenge to Lisa. His confident tone hinted at a determination to prove himself as the better player. With that, Duncan cast a final glance at Lisa's room door before continuing his walk down the hallway. As he whistled, he suddenly halted in his tracks upon reaching Zinnia's room. Intrigued, he stood by the side of the door and peeped in through the partly-opened door. Inside, he saw Zinnia in tears, her distress evident on her face. Observing the scene, Duncan couldn't help but smile, finding some satisfaction in witnessing Zinnia's vulnerability. Zinnia's mother, Laila, noticing her daughter's tears, moved to comfort her. She approached the tissue box and took a tissue, urging Zinnia to stop crying. Her words carried a gentle tone, reflecting her motherly concern and desire to soothe Zinnia's emotions which went down the drain."My dear, stop crying," Laila encouraged, her voice filled with compassion. Duncan's joy
Duncan's intrigue was piqued by Peterson's request, prompting him to take a step forward in the hallway. He lowered his voice, adopting a firm yet hushed tone to ensure their conversation remained private and unheard by anyone. He was cautious about the potential consequences of their discussion being overheard. "What do you need me to do for you?" Duncan inquired, his voice carrying a sense of authority and curiosity. He was willing to entertain Peterson's request, albeit with a hint of skepticism. Peterson, desperate to gain Duncan's assistance, reiterated his plea, emphasizing his need for help. "Like I said, I need your help. Please, I want to see you, Duncan." The urgency in Peterson's voice was palpable, indicating the gravity of the situation from his perspective. However, Duncan maintained a dismissive and busy demeanor, refusing to entertain Peterson's request easily. "I'm busy," he replied curtly. "I don't see people like you who go after married women." His words car
Duncan, caught up in the ambiance of the bar, took a final glimpse at Peterson as he approached. Peterson's footsteps seemed to synchronize with the melodic, calming song emanating from the speakers, causing Duncan to unconsciously sway his head in rhythm. Taking a sip from his drink, Duncan's gaze inadvertently landed on a girl, and he unintentionally winked at her. However, instead of reciprocating the gesture, the girl frowned in response. In the midst of this interaction, Peterson reached Duncan's side and tapped him on the shoulder. His tone carried a hint of anger as he questioned Duncan's decision to keep his presence at the bar a secret. "Hey, I can see that you've been here for a while, but you deliberately chose not to inform me. Why?" Peterson asked, his frustration evident. However, despite Peterson's inquiries, Duncan remained silent, paying no attention to him. He continued to smile and enjoy his drink, seemingly indifferent to Peterson's growing irritation. Dun