Chapter 173: ~Hellbound~
The car enveloped us, muffling the outside world as I eavesdropped on their conversation. Paulina’s voice echoed in my ears, reminiscent of Paul’s incessant chatter from our shared past. In those bygone days, we engaged in endless conversations, navigating the contours of life when Paul was just a kid.
Now, as I navigate life without him, the realization of ti’s fleeting nature hits
with a profound force.
"Hello, ma’am," the man greeted, his voice weaving through the air like a thread connecting two distinct monts in ti. His smile, pleasant and undisturbed, only intensified the surreal nature of the encounter.
We stepped out of the car, and I took in the stunning surroundings. It was exactly like the scenes from my dreams. I’d always wanted to share this beauty with soone special, but he wasn’t here with . It felt like soone had taken my dream and placed it right in front of .
Unexpectedly, Paulina chid in, "Da-day, prawn soup." Her innocent request brought a spark to the mont.
"So, you’re the resort’s owner?" I asked, my tone a blend of weariness and calm detachnt. Though not particularly interested in his background, a subtle curiosity lingered.
"What are you staring at?" Derek asked, his curiosity piqued by her unwavering gaze. Paulina, still nestled in his arms, simply pointed towards the garden with a gleeful expression.
Lost in the echo of these past monts, a voice abruptly shattered the reverie.
"Ma’am, this is your room," the man declared, coming to a stop in front of a door.
"It’s good," Elena replied succinctly.
Elena’s pov.
Derek searched the garden, hoping to catch sight of the mysterious figure that had captured Paulina’s attention. However, his efforts proved fruitless. "There isn’t a single person, honey. Let’s go inside. Daddy will select a dress for you,"
"Mo-ma see, flow-ers," she exclaid joyfully, a chorus of innocence that filled the room with a delightful energy.
I find myself lost in hypothetical.
"Yes," I responded, and I fell into step behind him, the fragrance of jasmine wafting in my wake. It surprised ; Derek knew of my presence, but not every detail. Perhaps he uncovered the parts I hadn’t shared.
I turned to see a man guiding us. Glancing back at Derek, who was chatting with the receptionist, he smiled and motioned for
to follow him.
Derek and Paulina made an unexpected entrance. Paulina, brimming with childlike enthusiasm, darted to the porch, her eyes sparkling as she peered into the vibrant sea of flowers.
"OK, ma’am and sir, enjoy your ti," Han said, his departure signaling a mont of privacy for Derek and Elena. Derek enveloped Elena in his arms, a gesture that spoke of familiarity and care.
What if he could overco his struggles, the grip of his paranoid disorder loosening its hold? Would he still be a vibrant presence, sharing smiles with Paulina in Derek’s place?
Derek, sensing her reserved deanor, retreated to the balcony to retrieve Paulina. As he approached, he found her fixated on soone in the garden, her face adorned with a radiant smile.
Elena, still caught in the quiet complexity of her thoughts, found solace in the tasteful setting. The sea breeze whispered through the open windows, and the distant lody of the piano created an imrsive experience that transcended the simple act of dining.
I nodded without much expression.
That voice?
"I know you’ll enjoy it," he assured .
As my eyes swept across the room, I noticed the Gerbera, my favorite flower. The subtle scent of jasmine now enveloped the space, catching
by surprise. My fingers instinctively reached out to touch the Gerbera, a connection to a personal fondness.
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The ambiance was carefully curated, a picturesque scene that blended the beauty of the sea with the harmonious lody of the piano.
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I opened my mouth, eyes widening in startle as disbelief seized . How could this be? There he stood, a figure from the past, materializing in the present like a ghost. My heart raced, and I was montarily paralyzed by the shock of recognition.
He replied with a simple, "My na is Han."
Inside, minutes ticked away as Elena waited for Derek’s instructions.
"Ma’am, I hope you enjoy it," Han said, breaking the silence. His explanation followed, revealing that every room in the resort had been hand-decorated by Derek.
"Elena, do you like this?" Derek asked, closing the distance between them. "If not, I’ll talk with the manager."
Eventually, we arrive at the resort, and to my surprise, it hugs the coastline. The distant symphony of waves crashing against the shore perates the air. It’s as if the ocean itself is whispering tales of ti and change.
"No, ma’am, I’m simply here to work. My boss wanted to et you, but his job got in the way," he explained.
I thought Derek had arranged everything, but its fine since the owner of the resort did it.
"What’s your na?" I inquired, my tone firm.
Elena’s face remained stern, a complex blend of emotions hidden behind her facade. Derek, undeterred, suggested, "Go freshen up; we’ll go for dinner."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Han," Derek expressed his gratitude.
"Finally, you like sothing," Derek teased with a sigh of relief.
"Baby," Derek called out, reaching for her and bringing her into his embrace. "What is my baby doing here?" he inquired with paternal affection.
What was that?
"Oh," I murmured, entering the room. He gestured for a boy to place our bags down.
Derek’s voice broke the silence, pulling
back from the depths of my thoughts.
I can’t help but acknowledge the impeccable taste of the resort’s designer. The proximity to the sea adds an unexpected layer of serenity, the waves serving as a constant reminder of nature’s relentless march forward.
The greeting sliced through my thoughts, and an inexplicable sensation gripped my heart. Ti montarily froze; my heartbeat seed to halt. I instinctively tightened my grip on the chair, a reflexive response to the unexpected disturbance.
"Mr. Han, thank you. I really like how you guys decorated this room," I expressed, genuinely impressed by the thoughtful touches.
What did I hear?
"Ma’am," the man repeated, breaking my reverie.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him. A thousand questions flooded my mind, each vying for attention. How was this possible? What did it an? My throat felt constricted, words imprisoned by an inexplicable force.
"Good evening, ma’am," he continued, extending the simple greeting that hung in the air like a weighty secret. My breath caught in my chest, and I struggled to respond. It felt as if soone had seized my throat, rendering
mute.
A friendly voice interrupted my thoughts, "Hello ma’am, please co this way."
The rhythmic motion of the car becos a trono, asuring the passage of ti and stirring introspection.
"Order sothing, Elena," Derek urged, his attempt to involve her in the evening’s plans. Elena’s gaze wandered over the nu, but her eyes held a distant, vacant expression.
Derek, always responsive to Paulina’s wishes, declared, "Of course, we’ll have prawn soup.
"I had a feeling you’d enjoy it. That’s why I brought you here," he revealed, a trace of satisfaction in his voice.
What if Paul could reclaim his normalcy? Would he stand beside
now, sharing the sa space as Derek?
"Do you like it?" he asked.
Elena nodded.
The dining setup was impeccable. A sea view unfolded before them, the rhythmic waves providing a soothing backdrop. A pianist played nearby, the lodic notes adding a touch of elegance to the atmosphere.
As I stood there, eyes welling up with tears, a surge of panic threatened to engulf . Inhaling deeply, I grappled with the flood of emotions threatening to spill over. His features, a mirror of soone I thought I had lost forever, stared back at
with an uncanny resemblance.
As we walked, I couldn’t shake the feeling of subtle revelation, the scent of jasmine intertwining with the unspoken.
I peered out of the window, the jasmine garden stretching as far as the eye could see. "I really like it, Mr. Han," I remarked abruptly, the words escaping my lips without much thought.
My focus wavered from the piano, my mind drifting into the recesses of mory. The pianist’s lodies stirred thoughts of a ti when I, too, played the piano with passion. Paul, a devoted fan of my music, had always encouraged my pursuits. mories flooded back – the school competitions, the pride in my mom’s eyes, and Paul’s unwavering support.
Paulina’s response ca in the form of a single word, "Da-day."
"Mr. Derek, it’s my work," Han replied.
As I pulled back the curtain, the shock intensified. A vast jasmine garden unfolded before my eyes, a breathtaking panorama that left
montarily speechless.
Derek smiled, holding my hand.
As the car hums along the road, my mind races through scenarios that exist only in the realm of what-ifs.
The voice, though faintly familiar, sent ripples of disbelief through . My gaze slowly shifted towards the source, and there he was—guy.
"Hello."
Blue eyes, lips, nose, and that slicked black hair—it was Paul.
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