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*????EPISODE 05????*
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From U.S Bah ❤ ✌?
Scarlet
There are two main disadvantages of having a
chubby, baby face. First, you can never look
hot; cute maybe but never hot. Second, no
matter how much you try to lose weight, your
face will make you look bigger than you are.
That’s what I deduced as I observed my face
in the mirror. Today was just another day. I
woke up, put on my favourite jeans and
sweatshirt and pulled my hair up in a pony.
Locking the door of my apa-rtment, I made my
way down the building to the parking lot where
Liam was already waiting for me in his car.
After I lost my car last year to pay the rent,
Liam took the duty of driving me to Biscotti
every morning.
“Morning, sunshine.” he said as I settled on
the p@$$enger seat.
“Morning,” I smiled at him.
He drove the car and soon, we were on our
way. I p@$$ed him the egg sandwich that I had
made for us for breakfast and he ate it with
one hand while kept the other hand on the
steering wheel.
Due to the traffic on the road, he stopped the
car and I looked outside the window. A certain
face on the billboards caught my notice and
that’s when I huffed angrily.
“What happened?” Liam asked, noticing my
obvious discomfort.
“Look at Mr. Hotshot, staring back at me with
his perfect hair and perfect jawline.” I grumbled
un-der my breath.
It would be a lie to say that the first time I
saw Cara’s father three days ago, my lungs
didn’t stop working. He was handsome, too
handsome for his own good. From dark hair
that was styled with perfection to his piercing
blue eyes, from a set of royal nose and thin
li-ps to a very sharp jaw, from the suit that
hu-gged him perfectly to the tall built that
caused him to tower over me, everything about
him screamed perfection. And that arrogant
son of a bitc-h knew it.
Language Scarlet. I reminded myself.
“Evan Parker.” He read his name on the
billboard. “Is it Cara’s father?” he asked.
“Yep,” I replied.
“He may be a dic-k but at least he is hot.” Liam
said and earned a scowl from me. “What? I’m
straight but certainly not blind.” As much as I
hated to agree, he was right.
“Let’s not talk about him and ruin our morning.”
I said and changed the topic of our
conversation to introducing a new signature
dessert in our bakery.
………
Right now, I was sitting in front of Catheryn
Parker in my bakery. Cara was playing with
Liam in the kitchen as he taught her how to
make icing for the cu-pcakes.
“I can’t tell you how ashamed I am. I didn’t
know he would behave like that.” she said,
grief dripping from her voice.
“It’s okay. It was not your fault.” I p@$$ed her
an @$$uring smile.
“You didn’t have to return the money.” she
said. She had transferred me a hefty amount of
money which I had transferred back, except the
three thousand that I had already used for rent.
“I had to,” I whispered. “And I’ll return the rest
as soon as possible.”
“I wish you could have married him,” she
sighed defeatedly.
“I wish I could say the same.” I replied and
then realised I was badmouthing someone so I
silenced myself.
“He wasn’t always like that.” she said and
brou-ght the cu-p of coffee to her mouth. Her
face visibly relaxed on taking a sip. Liam’s
coffee often had this kind of effect on prople.
“After Eliza’s death, he just lost himself.”
“Eliza?” I asked.
“Cara’s mother.” she said and her mention
grieved me. “He couldn’t handle her death so
he distanced himself from everyone and
drowned himself in work.”
Losing the possible love of my life was my
worst nightmare so I couldn’t imagine being in
his place. It was probably the worst kind of
pain, knowing you met someone you wanted to
spend your whole life with and then they left
you behind to suffer for the rest of your life.
“Scarlet, can I ask you something?” Cara’s
voice brou-ght me out of my thoughts.
“Sure, baby.” I smiled.
“Did you tell my Dad that you don’t want to be
my mother?” she asked as her bright eyes
fl-ickered with sadness. “Is it because I eat
sweets?”
My heart crushed in small pa-rts on hearing this
and I couldn’t bring myself to look in her sad
eyes. “No sweety, I would never say that.”
“Oh,” she whispered as the corners of her li-ps
turned downwards.
“I shouldn’t have told her about all this before
everything was confirmed.” Catheryn said,
observing her granddaughter in a lamented
manner. “I just thought… It would work out.”
“It just wasn’t meant to happen.” I consoled
her and she p@$$ed me a sweet smile.
“Say Goodbye to Scarlet, Cara.” she said to
her.
Cara’s smile wide-ned at this and she turned to
me. “Goodbye, Scar.”
“Goodbye, Cara.” I replied and leaned forwards
to kizz her on the cheeks.
“Your cu-pcakes,” Liam appeared out of
nowhere and gave her a box containing two
cu-pcakes with pink icing.
“Aww, did you decorate it yourself?” I asked as
I noticed the disfigured figure made on the
cu-pcake.
“Yes. It is barbie.” she said and I grinned when
I tried to make out the barbie from the pink
mess.
Holding the box close to her che-st, she
wrapped her palm around Catheryn’s finger and
made her way out.
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➡➡⏺️LOVE AGAIN ⏺️⬅️⬅️⬅️
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*???? EPISODE 06 ??*
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From U.S Bah ❤ ✌?
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EVAN
“George?” I called the name as soon as I
entered my house. Unlike usual days, nobody
came to take my suitcase from me or to ask
about the dinner. This worried me and I
stepped inside, looking around to find
someone.
Voices coming from Cara’s room surprised me
and I made my way to her room. Looking
inside, I found everyone gathered around her
bed and Dr. Sharman sitting beside Cara,
observing her.
“What happened?” I asked and moved inside
the room to take a look at what was going
inside. Cara’s face was flushed red and her
eyes were half-opened; overall she looked
disoriented.
“She had fever and cough, Mr. Parker.” Our
family doctor told me and worry filled my
mind. “Don’t worry, I have given her medicine.
She will be fine by tomorrow.”
She told me but my eyes were fixated on
Cara’s face. She looked really sick, her hair
were sprawled on the cushion and she was
holding the blanket around her ti-ghtly with her
trembling hands.
“Why didn’t anybody tell me?” I turned to
Geena and asked angrily.
“They did try to call you.” I heard Mom’s voice
as she entered the room with a frown
plastered on her face. “But your secretary said
you were too busy to answer right now.”
“fu-ck,” I cursed and ru-bbed my head. I had
told Gabe not to forward me any call, no
matter what, until I was done with all the
meetings.
One by one, everybody left the room except my
mother who lay down beside Cara and
m@$$aged her head slowly.
“Mommy.” A breathless whisper left Cara’s
mouth and my feet froze. My throat felt
constricted all of sudden and tears pricked the
back of my eyeba-lls at her condition.
“She doesn’t deserve this, Evan.” Mom turned
to me with tears in her eyes and I sat down on
the couch, hiding my face in between my
palms. I knew I failed to become a good
father and I knew if Eliza was alive, she would
have been so angry with me for letting things
so out of control.
“I don’t know what to do.” I muttered in
desperate voice.
“Give the poor girl the love she deserve.” Mom
answered and my gaze once again landed on
my daughter. Everybody thought I was a cruel
person for keeping Cara away from myself but
nobody un-derstood the reason. Eliza’s
memories had always persisted as a barrier
between Cara and me. And as much as I
would like to cross the barrier, I couldn’t.
But that doesn’t mean someone else can’t give
Cara the love and care she deserves.
“Fine,” I heaved a de-ep sigh. “Tell that girl that
I am ready to marry her for the sake of Cara.”
Mom’s smile wide-ned at first but then dimmed
suddenly. “Do you really think anyone with even
one bit of self respect would marry you after
almost being called a gold-digger?” she said.
“Then? What do you want me to do?” I asked
in an aggravated voice.
“Apologise to her.” she said and my frown
dee-pened.
……….
My driver stopped the car in front of the
bakery Biscotti . Taking off my sungl@$$es, I
looked throu-ghthe gl@$$ door of the bakery
and found nobody inside.
Sighing, I left my car and made my way inside.
Hearing the sound of the door, a familiar girl
with her signature smile walked out of the
kitchen; her hair pulled up in a loose bun and
some batter smeared near her li-ps.
She wiped her mouth with the handkerchief as
she made her way to me and when she finally
looked at my face, her smile immediately
vanished.
“Hi,” I said as gently as possible.
“What would you like to have, sir?” she asked,
refusing to meet my eyes. She was wearing a
baggy green sweatshirt and a purple skinny
ti-ghts, a weird combination but it somehow
suited her.
“I want to make an offer.” I came straight to
the point because beating around the bush
was not my style.
“What?” Her face contorted in confusion.
“You don’t have to owe my Mom anything. I
will give you enough money to pay back her
debt and run this bakery smoothly. In return, I
want you to marry me.”
The confusion on her face changed into anger
and her jaw clenched angrily. “I don’t nee-d your
money. I have already paid the rent.” she
gritted.
“But what about next month? I have seen the
fancy coffee shop in front of your bakery which
means you are already short of customers.” I
asked and her face flushed more, both in
embarr@$$ment and anger.
“I will manage somehow.” she said, puffing her
cheeks and then proceeded to move back to
the kitchen.
“Apologise to her”. Mom’s words ran throu-gh
my mind. I wasn’t used to apologising to
people because most of the time, it was the
other way around and I was on the receiving
end of the apology.
“Listen Scarlet, I am sorry.” I said and she
stopped in her tracks. “Cara nee-ds you. She is
sick and I don’t know what to do.”
“What? Cara is sick?” she turned around and
asked in worry.
“Yes, she had high fever and cough from
yesterday and this morning, she was asking for
you.” I told her and her dark eyes lowered to
the ground. She had long eyelashes that
almost reached her cheekbones.
“Oh,” she whispered, looking like she was in
some de-ep thoughts. “Um… Can… Can you
take me to her?” she asked as she played with
the hem of her shirt.
“Sure.” I said, feeling slightly relieved.
“Okay.” she said and picked up her handbag
from the counter. She told someone in the
kitchen that she was leaving for some time
and she would be back soon.
“Wait,” she stopped and then put some freshly
baked cookies in a box. “Cara would love this.
She loves choco lava cookies.” she said and I
felt embarr@$$ed that a stranger woman knew
more about Cara than me.
I led her to my car where the driver was
already waiting for us. We both seated in the
backseat and the engine of the car started.
This girl smelled like bakery and that scent
filled my car too. I was never one to crave for
sweets but her presence caused a desi-re in
me to taste her cookies she just packed for
Cara.
Shut up, Evan.
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*TO BE CONTINUED*