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★★Prologue★★
“I believe I have the mandate to behave whatever stupidly I like!” his eyes became larger as he yelled, “Are you going to control me against the damn truth?” Melinda disregarded his absurd outrage as she veered around to face him and laughed.
“No… Cody, you are free to behave as oddly you choose, but not in front of my clients!” she continued wiping the counter and muttered, “Let's talk about it in private, like two adult creatures…” She had long apprehended when his tantrum reached a breaking point during their relationship, particularly when he began to rake his fingers through his hair.
“If that daughter is my child, I am authorized to see her, spend time with her, provide for her, and most notably, be her father, you know that Mel… Even the law permits that precisely…” his voice quivered as he murmured. He shoved the front counter's bars while balling up his palms into fists.
“I'm sorry, Cody, I'm not allowed to answer that. Besides, I am entitled to custody of my daughter, whom I raised alone for over one and a half years. I at least don't fear people like you do! When you realized everything, do you recall how you flew out of the city?” she questioned, tears stinging her eyes. To prevent her tears from getting widespread among her clients, she wisely swept them away.
“I need you to tell me, Mel! It's a mess to hear something essential from others like rumours… Do you know I possess the… if that is undoubtedly my daughter? Trust me, if I'm the biological father, I should have known straight after you realized you were pregnant with my child!” he roared back, grabbing the diners' full attention.
“Mr. CEO, for now, you have no authority over my daughter. As soon as you disregarded me and fled the city, your rights vanished along with you! Have I not just reminded you of that?” she muttered, unflinchingly, trying to divert the engagement of her clients, “How was I supposed to let you know I was pregnant when you cowardly feared the obligations?”
★★One and a half years earlier★★
Chapter 1. The CEO's Hatred!
It was damn frigid when Cody came home from his grazing grounds. He pursued his mind disturbing sheep that had dispersed over the ranch. Chicago was always frosty at this time of year in the winter. His cheeks were icy–telling the anecdote of the chill breeze. The fact that three lambs perished during one night due to the cold didn't stun him, as it did when he was fresh to grazing.
That it would be below zero this winter was not something that anyone had anticipated. For the most part, Cody's body was unlively due to numbness. The world was blanketed with snow, which made it distasteful and illogical, especially to solitary guys like him.
The more he cherished the coldness, the more others lamented it. It held immense significance for him. His frozen brain cells guaranteed that his mind was always occupied on the farm. It also made him numb to not be able to mind the anguish he had tolerated back home. His home was something he could never recall!
What transpired at home? For what substantial intention could a proficient CEO flee to another country? Never, the anguish within him elucidated that dwelling with his family wasn't satisfactory!
It seems he would rather not deem his ludicrous enthusiast, Melinda Horton, back in Chicago. He could feel her when he gave attention to her name or thought of her. Memories of how she had betrayed him with his best confidante–Brian, always awakened his frozen grief.
Years had passed before he could finally let go of her picture being embraced in Brian's chest. His heart broke again as he thought about her, a cloud of dreadful memories hunting him down.
After his herd had been safely herded up for the night with the subsidy of another cowboy, he made his way to his small–cabin like hut. Although the dust accepted its place on the earth, it was unable to cease the despair he went through in this cruel world.
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