"Never mind." His father sighed as he slapped James' shoulder affectionately. "Everyone likes their independence. Even though you're my son, I shouldn't force you to do what you don't want to. So just forget it,"
he uttered. James looked up at him in surprise.
He noticed that his father's hair had begun to turn white, and his face had become much older as well. This had made James feel quite guilty. "I'll help you run the company whenever I'm free, dad."
His father shook his head and raised his hand dismissively. "Never mind. Just take care of your gym. As for the family business..."
He paused for a moment and then smiled to himself. "Well, I've been thinking about that lately. After running such a big business for so many years, I've made enough money from it. I won't be needing it when I pass away."
Even though his father sounded resolved, James felt even greater pressure in his heart.
"Dad..." he interrupted. But his father continued speaking.
"I have worked so hard over the years running the business in the hope of leaving it to you. However, since you're not interested in taking it over, there is no need for me to be so devoted."
James clenched his hands, bewildered. "Please don't say that. I am really sorry."
"Ah, it's not your fault, James. I just figured it out myself. I've made enough money and had a good living from it. So if you've made up your mind, keep running your gym. I'll give you a hand If you want to scale up. As for the family business, I'll think more about it. I could sell it later at the right time and make a killing."
What his father had said made James' heart skip a beat. He felt so exhilarated at this moment that he didn't know what to say. It seemed that his father had finally understood him and had made up his mind.
"James, I've got work to do, so I'm leaving now. Come home for dinner when you are free. Your grandmother hasn't seen you for days and misses you very much,"
he said as he squeezed his son's shoulder and then left the gym.
James stood rooted to the spot dumbfounded. He was unable to react, and his head buzzed as he processed everything that had just happened between him and his father.
Although James had appeared
"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours."
Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them.
Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman...
s curious to see the hotel that he said he was going to give her as a gift.
She hailed a taxi to take her to the hotel
and was excited all the way. Jean imagined a ton of different ways to appear in front of Zed and wondered which would surprise him the most.
Soon the taxi had arrived at the location. When Jean got out of the car, she stood on the curbside looking for the hotel.
It was quite secluded, and it took Jean nearly half an hour to finally find it.
She stood in the doorway of the hotel and looked up at the old sign hanging over it. The door was weathered, and the hotel wasn't what she was expecting, but the traffic was good.
"Zed, please listen to me."
When Jean heard the familiar voice, she stood frozen, and her heart jumped into her throat. She raised her head and peered through the window, looking in.
In the foyer of the hotel, Jean could see Julie and Zed. They had their backs turned to her, but she could clearly see that Julie was tugging on Zed's arm.
Jean suddenly felt sick to the stomach.
'Why is Julie here?'
She stared in shock when she saw that they were holding hands. 'How ironic!
Why did they resume contact in private again?
Was the commitment that Zed had made all just bullshit?'
"Zed, I know what you're thinking, and I'll do whatever you say, okay? I'll try not to show up in front of your wife, all right?" Julie begged.
"Of course. You should have done it a long time ago!" Zed answered coldly.