Angelica's POV

"Jonathan compliments me a lot," I said and vice Chairman Young clapped her hand.

"So, can you help me cook then? Then teach me one of the foods you love to cook," she says.

"Sure thing, what are you gonna cook, ma'am?" She thinks for a second and looks at the groceries I bought.

"Well, I have to cook something that will complement the food you were about to cook. Tell me, what are you gonna cook first?"

"Well, he likes steak and I happened to grab a fettuccine. So, I'll cook a creamy steak fettuccine, and filet mignon, also, do they like mashed potatoes?" She snorts and looks at me happily.

"They'd love it when they don't like eating anything hard... I cook them mashed potatoes," Vice-Chairman Young says, "Ah, those memories. I feel like I'm getting young when I happen to think of it. Now that you've said what you're gonna cook, I'll steam some broccoli " She then looks at her ring and just kisses it.

"How long have you two been married to Chairman Young?"

"I'll answer that once we finish cooking, we'll probably talk all day perhaps," she says like a teenager in love, I mean, she's really in love with her husband, and yet she feels sad because she's seen the world revolve around her.

"Let's start then," I said giddily, I followed the way she instructed me. We took a lot of time and finished cooking all of this. I taught her how to cook them and her hands are soft and smooth.

"Lotions, they do wonders."

"Yes, ma'am. But I always forget to use them. And, it's always cold in my house."

"Air conditioner, I suppose." Vice-Chairman Young smiles, the gleam of the sunlight hits her, and she shines from it. I'm dumbfounded, then a knock was heard on the front door of their kitchen. I look at it and Jonathan is standing, eyes closed and his hair messy.

"Good morning," he says while yawning, walks in, and hugs me.

"Good morning, sweetie." His mother just cups his cheeks and I hold his hands and kiss them, he turns me around and hugs me dearly.

"Morning," I said and I patted his head. He lifted me and kissed me in front of his mother. I'm in shock and his mother just laughs.

"Children, do not make out in the kitchen. We tried that once, it's dangerous. Almost burned the house down," she says.

"Mom's right, I witnessed that." Madeleine suddenly appears in the kitchen and picks up an apple, rubs it on her dress, and bites right away.

"Good morning to you too," She says and just smiles at her, someone grunts and we all look to see Nicholas and Angelique come in.

"That smells good," Angelique praised, "Good morning Mrs. Young, good morning to you all." Madeleine chuckles and looks at her.

"An apple a day keeps the doctor away." Angelique laughs.

"That's funny, but I'm a veterinarian and it's most likely fatal to dogs. Cyanide from apple seeds if we're talking about it," Madeleine shuts and just rolls her eyes.

"Yep, don't joke around when she's here. Pretty much of a buzzkill," Nicholas says, looks like they've dated already. I look at Jonathan and he gives me the same look, we both shrug our shoulders and he starts to help us to put the plates on the table. Mr. Young comes downstairs after we have set the breakfast.

"I guess we are one big family now," Mr. Young says and smiles at us, I return the smile. I thought he'll have the same reaction, he holds his wife's hands and she tightens the hold of them.

"Anyways, we've heard what happened to your parents. We're sorry the both of you have to go through that," she says and I just plaster a grin, Angelique nods.

"And that's both of them..." Angelique points at Jonathan and Nicholas, "saved us, years ago." Mrs. Young looks at them and they nod. I never even remember their faces, but she's sure?

"Such coincidence, the world sure is little." She looked amused and they talked a lot, laughed, and almost teared up. Once we finished eating, I suddenly remembered the taxi guy. I tapped Jonathan's shoulder and he looked at me with delight, I scrunched up my nose, and his upper lift twitched to the right.

"What is it?" he asks, I grab his hand and we head inside his bedroom, he slyly looks at me and I just smack his hand.

"We're not doing it," I said and he pouts, "I rode a taxi earlier and it smells like chamomile, but there's something in that smell that puts you to sleep." He fixates on his looks.

"Maybe you're just sleepy earlier," he says.

"No, idiot. I just woke up that time and he wears a mask, it seems like he's trying to victimize someone. I still remember his plate number and the gas canister," I said confidently.

"Okay...? Tell me the plate number and we'll have it searched," Jonathan says and I told him the plate number, we went to the police and after a while, it shows that it's been expired for almost 10 years and it belongs to a car in a junk shop.

"Sir, are you sure that it's this plate number?" he asks.

"I wouldn't say it if my girlfriend saw it," Jonathan defends.

"Okay," he says, "well, it will be a challenge for us. Because cases like this are either someone stole a plate number and used it for bad purposes or they're changing plates."

"I also thought of it, he might've changed it already and victimized another, he has a gas canister of nitrous oxide on the front sear." The police look intrigued and stand.

"Well, ma'am, we'll inform you if there's any information we can get from this one." We nod and leave, and as we walk by, we come across Gidae Mall. I remembered the guy, who, Jonathan badly punched and almost destroyed his face. I flinched at that thought.

"I would've flinched at that thought too, I still remember his face before I punched it." When we got past that, I smelled the same flower again when a guy behind us walked and I looked at him. He's already looking at me.