A Cue For Happiness

He knew how merciless Natalie was on herself. Nevertheless, he never thought she would agree to his terms without even knowing what it was. “Aren’t you worried that I’ll ask you to do some heinous crime?” “Since you’re willing to tell me the fruit’s whereabouts before I even fulfill your wish, I reckoned that just proves you have a kind heart.” Natalie grinned mischievously. “Hence, you’re not as bad of a person as you look. There’s no way you’re going to ask me to commit a heinous crime.” “You’re the first person ever to say that to me.” Christopher paused and changed the subject. “Nonetheless, you will have a hefty consequence to pay should you decide to renege on your words in the future.” No matter. This is for Yana’s sake, after all. There’s no turning back now, was the thought that popped into Natalie’s mind. “All right.” “I will get my subordinate to prepare the message and email it to you by tonight,” Christopher said. “Christopher.” Natalie’s eyes curved into a crescent shape as she smiled. “Thank you.” In response, Christopher looked away and directed his gaze to the scenery outside. Of course, Natalie didn’t know that Christopher shifted his gaze away because of her mesmerizing smile. She simply thought that her ugly hyper-realistic mask was an eyesore for him. Nevertheless, she wasn’t the least bit affected by it as she left Christopher’s office with a bright smile on her face. Yana and Hans will live to a ripe old age once I cure Yana of her illness with the dragonblood fruit. Back home. Natalie immediately called Hans to tell him of the good news. She assured him that everything was going to be fine once she gets her hands on The dragonblood fruit. She could tell that Hans’ eyes were brimming with tears of joy upon the news through the phone. Yana’s illness was tormenting his heart as much as it was tormenting Yana’s body. One could even say that Hans might be the happiest if Yana recovers, instead of Yana herself. Natalie heaved a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone. She then took out a tub of strawberry-flavored ice cream from the freezer, sat down on the sofa, and began to dig in. After a few bites, the door to her house swung open. Natalie placed her tub of ice cream down and turned to face the corridor. She saw a young boy with a baseball cap holding on to a small luggage bag standing in the doorway. “Clayton?” Clayton removed his baseball cap and made his way toward Natalie. “Mommy, I’m home.” “Clayton, you should have told me you were coming back.” Natalie’s eyes reddened when she saw him. After all, it had been a long time since she last saw her son. She adored both Xavian and Clayton. However, she rarely had the chance to see Clayton ever since he started shooting dramas and commercials. Natalie couldn’t help but pinch the boy’s chubby cheeks the moment she saw him. “Mommy… Stop… I’m a celebrity, you know…” However, he gave up the fight and allowed Natalie to do whatever she wanted with him. “Well, I’m your mother.” “Okay, fine, my Queen.” Clayton may appear nonchalant, but he really missed Natalie’s presence. He purposely kept it a secret that he was going home because he wanted to give Natalie a surprise. “Darling, are you done filming?” Natalie asked after she was done pinching his cheeks. “Yes, I’m done.” Clayton took out another tub of strawberry ice cream from the fridge as he spoke. “Yara never came on set ever since the rumor of the pre-recorded music. The director and producer were so pissed off that they got the screenwriter to turn the second female lead to the female lead. Hence, we finish filming my part early.”

227 Darling Is Back A peculiar glint flashed past Christopher’s eyes upon Natalie’s

you will have a hefty consequence to pay should you decide to renege on your words in the future.” No matter. This is for Yana’s sake, after all. There’s no turning back now, was the thought that popped into Natalie’s mind. “All right.” “I will get my subordinate to prepare the message and email it to you by tonight,” Christopher said. “Christopher.” Natalie’s eyes curved into a crescent shape as she smiled. “Thank you.” In response, Christopher looked away and directed his gaze to the scenery outside. Of course, Natalie didn’t know that Christopher shifted his gaze away because of her mesmerizing smile. She simply thought that her ugly hyper-realistic mask was an eyesore for him. Nevertheless, she wasn’t the least bit affected by it as she left Christopher’s office with a bright smile on her face. Yana and Hans will live to a ripe old age once I cure Yana of her illness with the dragonblood fruit. Back home. Natalie immediately called Hans to tell him of the good news. She assured him that everything was going to be fine once she gets her hands on The dragonblood fruit. She could tell that Hans’ eyes were brimming with tears of joy upon the news through the phone. Yana’s illness was tormenting his heart as much as it was tormenting Yana’s body. One could even say that Hans might be the happiest if Yana recovers, instead of Yana herself. Natalie heaved a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone. She then took out a tub of strawberry-flavored ice cream from the freezer, sat down on the sofa, and began to dig in. After a few bites, the door to her house swung open. Natalie placed her tub of ice cream down and turned to face the corridor. She saw a young boy with a baseball cap holding on to a small luggage bag standing in the doorway. “Clayton?” Clayton removed his baseball cap and made his way toward Natalie. “Mommy, I’m home.” “Clayton, you should have told me you were coming back.” Natalie’s eyes reddened when she saw him. After all, it had been a long time since she last saw her son. She adored both Xavian and Clayton. However, she rarely had the chance to see Clayton ever since he started shooting dramas and commercials. Natalie couldn’t help but pinch the boy’s chubby cheeks the moment she saw him. “Mommy… Stop… I’m a celebrity, you know…” However, he gave up the fight and allowed Natalie to do whatever she wanted with him. “Well, I’m your mother.” “Okay, fine, my Queen.” Clayton may