Ronan was a bit too excited; he had not seen Chole since she left the country about a year ago. At first, they spoke over the phone constantly but then after a while, the communication reduced so much that he did not know what to do. He tried his best to continue reaching out and sometimes all her responses were one word. He was fine with all of that as long as he was able to know that she was doing fine. He wondered why she reached out to his assistant and not him but he was glad to know that she was doing okay. He stopped over at a flower shop and picked up flowers. She had made the reservations so he did not need to worry about anything regarding what they were going to eat. He got to the restaurant early and sat to wait for her. Since she was back from the compulsory trip she took, they could finally get married. He remembered how it all happened a year ago; she had been caught red-handed and high on drugs in a club during a police raid. Somehow images and videos got out and so
"I want to break up." The words rang in his ears continually and he could not shake it off. He shook his head, hoping that his body was playing a prank on him and making him imagine all of this. "What?" His voice came out croaked. He looked around and the restaurant was packed. Maybe this was a prank and she was doing this just to see his reaction. He touched the ring box in his pocket; he planned to give it to her today and demand that they get married as soon as they could. "I said we have to break up," she said again, not shaking; it was almost as if she had planned this before now. "That is not possible. how can we break up? We are set to get married," he said, shaking his head. "See, I even got a ring for you," he said, his hands shaking as he reached out to his pocket. He took out the box and she read the name across the box. Timeless vows.Any woman would want to be proposed to with a ring from them. She looked up at him slowly. "Why are you bringing out a ring when I am tel
Ronan finally was able to gather all of his courage and walk out of the restaurant after sitting at his table for a while. While sitting there, he had gone through all the emotions that felt negative that he could feel. He had first of all thought that this was a prank and that she was going to come bursting out the door any moment later and then point out the cameras and laugh in his face. He would feel a little bit hurt but he would understand why she had to do it even if she said it was for fun. When it was obvious that it was not a prank, he felt his throat feel tighter than ever; he held his hand by his side and shook his head. How was he supposed to continue his evening after hearing such a piece of news like this?He began to feel a kind of sadness as he began to think of what he might have done that could cause her to want to break up with him so easily like that. He bit down on his lips, hoping to feel some kind of pain. Maybe if he was able to make his lips bleed, the pain
"What took you so long to get down here?" Clara asked as Ronan finally decided to join them down for breakfast. "I guess we can start now." Elliot had stopped from beginning breakfast until Ronan joined them downstairs. Clara had been a little bit angry at his actions; she sent three different house staff to go check on him and even went by herself yet it took him a while to get down. She was a bit worried but it was all laced with anger. Ronan was not one to delay them like that in the morning; in fact, he was the one who always waited on them the other morning, and Eliiot made them hold their hands and say grace before they started eating. Ronan cleared his throat; he knew that Chole was going to be fast to let the media know about what had happened and even though he felt like his mind was spinning out of control, he had to tell his family about it before they heard from somewhere else. "I want to say something," he suddenly said, causing everyone to pause as if someone was cont
"What are you saying?" Elliot looked up. If he was being honest, he was glad that his son was free from her grip, but it was still sad to see both his children heartbroken at almost the same time. He bit his lips and held his head down."She came back and told me that she fell in love with a man she met out there while she was volunteering and that she cheated on me with him and she does not love me..." "As if we did not already know that," Isla murmured. "Isla!" Clara said, trying to caution her daughter. It was true but now was not the right time to say anything like that. Ronan truly loved her and it must be hurting him deeply. "It is not as if I am saying anything that is a lie," Isla mumbled, dropping her phone to the table and raising her head to her brother. "I know that you feel like shit now but..." "Enough!" Elliot said, stopping her before she could get to the end of that statement. "Okay if you say so," she said, raising her hand in the air as if it were their loss fo
"Are you feeling nervous?" Zara asked her husband-to-be, who sat beside her; his legs were shaking vigorously. It seemed like she needed to ask him that. "Of course not," he said, shaking his head. They were in the waiting room waiting to be called in. They were going to march in separately since her father was not there to march her in; she felt a bit sad that she was depriving Carlos of the opportunity to walk her down the aisle but if she was going to give him a better life by marrying this way, then it was best for her to do so."Tell that to your legs and your face. You look like you are constipated," she said and then laughed at him. The situation was supposed to be reversed after all; she was the one who was deceiving him into getting married; she should be afraid to go out there in case she was embarrassed. The door opened and standing there was a staff member; she had a smile on her face; she was there to call Micah. Sir, you can come out now while we prepare to come out to
"We can't do that!" Zara said in a loud tone as if she were asked to do something illegal. Now her legs were shaking in fear."Why not?" If they are here already, then he might as well walk you down the..." "Let us just leave it be the way it is," she said in a tone that was asking him not to argue with her. He pressed his lips down and nodded."After the wedding, we are going to have to talk about this," he said and she agreed. They were going to have a lot to talk about after the wedding but she was not going to let herself be worried; when they got to the bridge, they were going to cross it. He turned and left, meeting the staff at the door; she claimed to have given them privacy when in fact she stood there and listened to their entire discussion. She pulled the same smile she had been carrying when she saw him come out. "Are you ready to go in now?" she asked and he nodded. He wanted to ask her why she eavesdropped but he just dropped it since there was no big deal in it. "Oka
Elara turned to Micah with a smile on her face. She was not supposed to be smiling or even standing there at his wedding. "Why were you sitting beside the Quinn family?" his voice was laced with unmistakable bitterness. She ignored his question because she knew he would call her a liar if she told him the truth, she had to show him by herself. "You were wedding and since we were together for a long time I decided to come with my family and offer my congratulations" "Your family?" Micah realized that during their time together she never saw his family or heard anything about them. "Yes my family, come I will introduce you," she said turning and walking over to where her family stood. Micah was curious. If they had broken up why would she come to his wedding and be smiling so broadly, also why would her family take time out of their busy day to attend his wedding? As he watched her go, he could not deny that there was something different with her, as if she had a sudden glow-up with
Elara got into her room and got ready for bed. As she lay down, the events of the day ran through her mind; she could not believe that it had ended up like this. She finally began to drift to full sleep and instead of fighting it, she allowed herself to be drawn in by the sleep.MEANWHILE AT SWANSON'S RESIDENCE."Micah?" Cora entered her son's room to see her on the bed. She hated how relaxed her husband was regarding the situation. Zara had trapped him by the law and now by the baby that Zara was growing inside of her."Mom, this is not your room; you must have entered the wrong room by mistake," he whispered, his hand over his eyes and the other one firmly tucked under the blanket over his body."How can you be thinking of sleeping at this time? Do you even think you deserve to have shut eyes?" Cora asked harshly as she took off the blanket from his body."Am I not allowed to sleep again?""Why would you want to sleep after you have made us enter this kind of error?""I made us get
"Why would you want to do that?" "I just want to get to know them. What is wrong with that?" She hated that he had caught her lie so easily; she bit her lips and shook her head. "Okay, there are no friends; I just wanted to escape you because the atmosphere here is a bit..." she trailed off, hoping he would not expect her to explain in detail what she meant. "You think I'll do something to you if you remain here?" he asked and the expression on her face was all the answer he needed to know. "You don't have to worry; I'll never do anything to you if you don't permit me," he said and she felt a bit relieved to hear that even though she knew the person she had to worry about was herself and not him. "And if you feel the need for me to do anything to you," his voice deepened and she had to say puberty had done a thing to him. He was now manlier than she remembered, and his voice coming out like that was too sexy for her to hold down. "You just tell me." "Don't worry about it at all; I
Elara heard his voice break the train of thoughts in her mind. When she saw him go in, she thought he was going in for a kiss but now that he had spoken, she knew that was not the case. Her eyes remained shut as she thought of what she could use as an excuse. She was the one constantly making distinctions and drawing the line between them. How could she admit she had just wanted him to cross the line? She liked it but she was never going to do it herself."Something got into my eyes," she muttered, closing one eye and opening the other to really get the effect she wanted."Here, let me see," he offered and she threw her head back."There is no need for that; I am doing just fine. She could not make the mistake of allowing him to touch her to get into close proximity with her again. All he was going to do was set the mood between them. She looked up at his face and saw that teasing smile on it. He knew what he had done and he was teasing her for it. She hated that she could not call hi
"Anything you want me to," he said with a straight face. She liked the way it sounded as they locked eyes. She felt the atmosphere in the kitchen thicken, and she was not sure she would be able to hold the gaze with him. She cleared her throat and shifted her eyes from side to side. "I'm not picky," she said, going back to the stool and allowing the kitchen counter to separate them. "Okay, then I'll make the first meal I learned to make." She wanted to ask what it was but she did not want the conversation to linger so she decided to allow herself to be surprised by whatever he was going to make. Ezra set the table with two plates in his hands. He walked to the dining table and set them down. Elara wanted to help him set the table but she did not want to create an accident where two of them would have any form of contact so she sat still. "Dinner is served," he said when he was about to leave the kitchen for the last time. She jumped off the stool and followed him to the table. S
"You might want to slow down," Ezra said when he saw how quickly she finished the can. He was nervous that she was standing there in his kitchen and all that filled his mind was to take her and kiss her till her taste filled his lips but he could not do it. He had told her that he was a gentleman just a few minutes earlier; how could he do something unruly?"I was just a bit thirsty," she said, playing with the can with her head bent to it. "Myave, I should have requested for water instead," she added with her head still down."I'm being a bad host; I should have given you water first," he said, realising his mistake. He opened the fridge and took out a jug. He poured out a glass for her and she took it from him. He watched her, hoping she would drink the water but she just sat there with the cup in her hand. He knew that she might not drink it but he shook the thought away and set down his barely darned can in the corner."What do you want to eat?""What?""I was asking what you woul
Elara had to remind her brain to breathe after hearing Ezra's response. She knew that they also had fine chefs in their place and they would have top-standard meals there. They could also see movies because of the home theatre they had but she could not stop her mind from travelling to the fact that they could stumble into his bedroom and do things."Do you not want to go there?" Ezra had noticed how stiff she had become after hearing his suggestion. "I only suggested it because you expressed your concern about us dining in public and I agree with you; that's why I wanted us to go to my place but if you don't want to...""It's into that I don't want to." She did not want to hurt his feelings, though she did not ask him to continuously show up at her place. She felt it might be wrong for her to try and avoid his place for no reason."Then what is it? You completely changed when you heard me suggest this," he said. She had to give it to him; he was still very good at picking out her emo
"Perfet? I think that might be an overstretch," she murmured, looking down at her dress. Isla had gone out and every time Elara wanted to skip out on something she was trying to do, Isla did not take no for an answer."I have known you for years now and you've been the only woman I know who can come close to perfect." It sounded cheesy. Elara knew it sounded cheesy but which woman doesn't like a little bit of cheesiness sometimes? Even though she wanted to pretend to gag in front of him, his words still sent a warm fuzzy feeling into her stomach and made her heart flutter."Ezra, you flatter me too much," she said, swallowing every other thing she wanted to say."I only speak the truth, and if I say it, then it must be true," she whispered to him and shifted from leg to leg as she stood there. At least she was grateful that no matter what her sister had said, she did not agree to put on heels."You do not look that bad yourself," she murmured. She could not bring herself to call him p
"Welcome, Mr. Thatcher, I'll get Elara." Unlike the first time Ezra had visited, the staff seemed to be more welcoming towards him than before. He had thought they would scrunch up their noses at him for the news flying around but he was greeted with a smile and ushered to the waiting room."Ezra?" Clara's said as she came out to his eye view. Ezra had seen Clara around but it was never like when he and Elara dated in the past."Mrs Quinn""Oh, please, since when was I Mrs. Quinn to you? I was always Clara and sometimes Mom, and I liked it." Ezra had been so close to the family that something was weird that he was not around."Mom," Ezra said. For some reason, it felt weird that she knew that he was trying to woo her daughter and she still wanted there relationship to revert to what it was before they broke up."That is much better; you went MIA because of Elara, didn't you?" When the breakup happened, Clara did not know who to side with so she decided not to act as if it had happened
Elara fake smiled and stood up from the door. "What are you doing here? Are you no longer reading your book?""Your life and all of the drama that comes with it is way more fun than that book," Isla replied, climbing onto her bed and covering up her body with the blanket."You know you have a way with words...""What are you going to wear to the date?" Isla cut her off. They did not need to talk about her when she had a date that evening. You should choose what she would wear to ensure that Ezra falls for her again. Isla would help them in any way she could just so they could get together faster. She was in support of them by a full hundred percent."It is not a date," Elara corrected as she dropped her phone to the vanity table and propped her hand on her waist."Of course it isn't." Isla knew that if she was to go into conversation with her, then they would be going back and forth for a while so the best thing to do was just to agree with her."You don't believe me; Ezra and I are j