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“Kiddo, remember to always wash your hands before eating,” I heard Calix remind Xander in a loving voice.
“Yes, Uncle!”
“And make sure the soap you use for washing hands has antibacterial, it cleans better and keeps germs away so you won’t get sick easily.”
“Yes, Uncle!”
After I put the food on the table, I looked at the two of them.
NATHALIEâS POV đ-After Tyler and I finished exchanging our usual text messages, I replied to Averyâs messages.'Sorry Ave, if I only texted this morning. Xander and I are fine, donât worry. Iâm also sorry if you postponed your return in Florida because of me. I think I can meet you tomorrow.'She replied, 'You donât have to apologize. At least I have a reason to stay longer in this president suite. HAHAHAHA. My flight to Barcelona is in four days, so I still have plenty of time.'I replied, 'Thanks, Ave.' then I put my phone down on the bed-side.I sprayed alcohol on my hand first then gently woke Xander up.âMy little one, wake up. Itâs breakfast time.âI gently patted his arm.âMy little one, itâs time for us to eat.ââMommy?ââItâs me, My litte one.âHe opened his eyes. He was still blinking and then rubbed his eyes.âOops, my little one,â I gently hold both of his wrists. âYou canât do that.â I said, but I wasnât sure.Iâm not sure if he can wipe his eyes without having washed
NATHALIE’S POV đ-Right as I walked back into the living area, Harrison had sat there, toweling his wet hair.“This is more tiring than I expected.”Besides the kitchen, he cleaned the entire living room, except where Calix slept.After that, he took a shower and used Calix’s clothes.“Here, I prepared something for you.” I put down the chicken sandwich and orange juice. “Sorry this is all I can offer for you.” then sat down.He took the chicken sandwich and his eyes widened at the first bite.“Why? Is the filling spoiled?”Harrison shook his head then drank and swallowed, “It just surprised me how identical this filling is to Auntie Margaret’s. You got exactly the taste of her special recipe.”“Actually, it took me a while to get the same taste as that spread…” and then I told him h
NATHALIE’S POV đ–As I opened the front door, Harrison fixed his gaze on my face, my cheek.“F*cking b*llsh*t! Why is your face that flushed, and what’s this damn wound on your way lips?” His eyes dropped for a moment before he demanded furiously once more. “How come your neck is so red, as if…! Was it Calix who hurt you like this? Where is that son of a bitch? I’m going to f*cking k*ll him!”“Harrison, take it easy with what you say. Someone might hear you,” I reminded him.“I’m going to show them exactly what I’ll do to that damn bastard! Where is that fvcking jerk?!”I didn’t argue anymore and my earthly body was tired.“Come in first.” I said then he entered. &l
NATHALIE’S POV đ–Fear took hold of me so completely I stayed rooted in place.He snatched up the chair he’d just tossed down and bashed it against the fridge.“Calix!” I cried out, torn between alarm and dread.I ran for the kitchen, but the moment I reached the door and gripped the handle, I stood rooted to the spot once more.Calix kicked the ruined chair away and grabbed a new one.I’ve seen him like this before... but this is the first time I’ve seen it personally.Shoving aside my uneasy feelings and fear, I went inside the kitchen.“Calix!”Slamming the chair made me leap with fright and surprise.He dropped the broken chair and turned toward me.
NATHALIEâS POV đââMommy, is Uncle not going to sleep with us?ââHe will, little one. Maybe heâll come here later.ââWhy later, Mommy? Mommy⊠is Uncle mad at me? âCause I didnât say yes to him to sleep in the middle?ââNo, little one. Your Uncle Zander isnât mad at you.ââMommy, he didnât play with me earlier, and he didnât eat with us either. I think heâs mad at me.ââNo, my little oner. The reason isâŠâ I pondered a kind explanation my child could understand.âYour Uncle Zander is having diarrhea. He doesnât want you to smell his fart.âMy son giggled with laughter. âHis fart must be stinky.ââYes, little one. Uncle Zander doesnât want you to smell his fart.âMy son giggled again.âClose your eyes now, little one, sleep well⊠so youâll grow tall before you know it.ââYes, mommy. Good night.ââGood night, my little one.ââMommy, I canât say good night to Uncle.ââIâll tell him you said good night to him.ââThank you, mommy! I love you.ââI love you too, my little one.âThen my son hu
NATHALIE’S POV đ–“What did you just call me? Did you finally get all your memories back?” I asked, barely breathing.He grinned and explained to me how he found out about Brianna’s name.He’s gone to great lengths to hide Brianna; even his cousin hasn’t the slightest notion of anything.“He hasn’t investigats my parents or Veronica yet, because I don’t want them to suspect that I’m looking for answers about what happened between us back then,” he continued. “Harrison and Wallace? I left them out of this. They don’t even have anything to say about me to begin with. They’re furious at me for reasons I don’t understand.”I understand what Harrison and Mr. Wallace are going through.I also don’t blame them for being mad at Calix. Yet they didn’t allow it to damage their friendship.
NATHALIEâS POV-I stared at Sir Calixâs office table for several minutes before removing the long jacket I was wearing, which reached my knees.I pushed aside the other papers and things on the side of the office table to have enough space.Although his office is big, it doesnât have much free spa
NATHALIEâS POV-Itâs been close to three weeks since Sir Calix and I had a chance to really talk things through.I didnât go back to his room and stayed in the maidâs quarters â which is how it should be, anyway.It worries me that my moving out of his room could be detrimental to his winning cust
NATHALIEâS POV-I donât know how long Iâve been sitting under the table.Sir Calixâs office table is quite long, allowing me to sit cross-legged comfortably without bumping my knees against it, yet I find myself slouching.After Hazel and Francis left this place earlier, I immediately came out of
NATHALIEâS POV-I placed the flowers on my daughterâs grave.I stroked her name as if my hand were holding her.âI met your fatherâŠâ I said to her, âIâm sorry, sweetheart. Your father doesnât know about you... yet.âLost in time, I stared at my childâs grave, nearly forgetting Chloe had even accom







