LOGINAmber's POVI felt conflicted as she stared at me expectantly. I wanted to be honest with her, but I wasn't sure whether Vincent would approve of that. As if Vincent telepathically felt my conflict, a text from him popped up on my phone, and a relieved smile crept onto my face after silently reading it. 'Mi Amor, you can answer any question she asks you honestly.'"So...?" Unnie asked, getting more eager to hear my reply."We're expecting.""Wowwww!" she squealed, bouncing on her seat.Her reaction and mannerism reminded me so much of Annabelle, and I couldn't hold back my laughter. Honestly, she looked like she was in her early forties or late thirties but behaved just like Annabelle. Would Annabelle be like this in her forties, too? That would be awesome."I knew it! You have that pregnancy glow around you.""Really?" This was our first meeting, and she could already tell I was pregnant even before I told her? Technically, I only confirmed her suspicion."Yeah. How many months?" She
Amber's POV> The Next Day >>>>>>>After a fifteen-minute drive, we arrived at the hotel where Mr. Lee and his
Amber's POVIt was around 7pm by the time I was done having dinner, while Vincent was in the bathroom taking his bath. I lay on the bed and dialed Annabelle's number, hoping she'd be done with her date by now. Luckily, she picked up after a few rings."Hey, pumpkin, your sisi might be in a new relationship soon!!" she exclaimed, the excitement in her voice loud and clear."Oh, really?" I quickly sat up and rested my back against the headboard, ready to hear the whole gist. "How was it, then? What do you think of him?" I asked, referring to her date.I heard her take a deep breath. "First thing first, he's your husband's best friend.""My husband's best friend..." I trailed off as I recalled Vincent telling me about how his friend also had a blind date to attend. My eyes widened and I gaped unbelievably. What a coincidence!"Secondly, he matches my energy. Take a deep breath," she cautioned herself as she inhaled deeply, but that couldn't hold her explosion. "And thirdly, he's everythi
Third Person's POVAnnabelle gently placed her wine on the table and looked directly into Steve's eyes.“I didn't come on this date to ask what your favorite food or colors are.” She placed her right elbow on the table and rested her chin on the back of her palm. “Let's just get straight to the point and know if this will work or not,” she said with a straight face, but secretly, she was hoping her words and nonchalant attitude hadn't blown this up.Steve's eyebrows raised as he stared at her with a smirk. “I already see us working, but ask any questions you have, and I will answer them truthfully.”He held her gaze, his smirk growing bigger. Why does our date suddenly feel like an interrogation? Annabelle questioned herself. She looked away from him and coughed lightly.“Why did you agree to come on this date? Did your mom show you a photo of me?”He shook his head slowly. “No, I never saw a photo of you, and I never wanted to come.”“Then why did you come? What changed your mind?”H
Third Person's POVAnnabelle stepped out of the cab after paying the driver. Her eyes captured the name of the restaurant, written in bold letters.“Saftron and Stone,” she read quietly.She wore a mini dress made of rich, copper-toned satin that gleamed under the lights. The halter top crossed over her chest in a sharp V, while the fabric gathered tightly at her hip before spilling down into a cascading ruffle. The fluid hemline brushed her mid-thigh, moving softly with every step she took.Her hair was let down. She wore thick, chunky gold hoop earrings and a gold cuff bracelet on her left wrist. In her right hand, she carried a small, structured box clutch in shimmering champagne gold. Its hard, textured shell caught the light with a soft sparkle, perfectly anchoring her look.“I put so much effort into looking this good. My date better be worth it,” she said to herself.Entering the restaurant, her eyes scanned the place as she searched for her date—she wouldn't know him even if s
Amber's pov''What do you want us to discuss?'' I asked.He stopped eating, picked up his glass of water, and took a few gulps before gently placing the glass back on the table. He rested his arms on his knees and clasped his fingers over them.''Do you recall Mr. Lee?''I tilted my head and furrowed my brows slightly. ''Mr. Lee?''''Yes. You saw him when we were on our date,'' he explained.After mentioning our date, I didn't have to think too much before I knew who he was talking about. A scene from the date crossed my mind, and Vincent had possessively wrapped his arm around my waist, and I couldn't help but blush. I quickly reached for my water and took a few large gulps.''What about him?'' I asked.He remained silent for a while, just staring at my face and clenching his jaw, and I saw fear in his eyes. What is he scared of? And why does it seem as though he's having an internal battle? After a long moment of silence, he shifted his gaze from me and reached for the bag of vitami
Third Person's POVHearing Chloe's voice riled Vincent up. His eyes hardened and his grip on his phone tightened.“There's nothing to talk about...”“Vincent,” she cried, making her voice crack on purpose and sounding broken. “I know I messed up, but please give me a chance to explain why I did tha
Amber's POV“...you know I can't drink alcohol recently, I'm with child,” I whined, rubbing my flat belly softly.I'm in a cab going to my parents' home. My mom called again while I was having breakfast, urging me to come home because there's something important we must talk about.Annabelle scoffe
Amber's POV"Fuck this airline!" Annabelle cussed as she stared at the text Ethan sent her. "This is exactly why I hate using their service."I laughed at her outburst. "Calm down. He'll be here soon."She turned her phone to me so that I could read the text for myself, and according to the text, t
Vincent's POV> The Next Morning







