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I was hesitant to apply for a contract for this novel, because my previous novel The Secret of Forbidden Affair was rejected by the webnovel company for the reason: the writing pace is too draggy. The opening is not eye-catching enough, the plot is not engaging enough and difficult to follow. Iwrite, and I also need money to eat like the writers here.
Sorry my English isn't good enough and my novel is far from perfect. But I will keep trying to be better.
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It had been a week since the events of that day, Noel Baluev was not allowed to leave the house, he wasn't even allowed to go to school let alone work. His father told the school and his boss at the cafe that Noel had chickenpox and was taking a vacation until it was cured. Yuri was also not allowed to visit him on the grounds that chickenpox was contagious.
Noel could only smile bitterly as he remembered the events of those few days, he didn't know why his vigilance towards his father had decreased. He shouldn't have refused when Walther invited him to study at his girlfriend's apartment. Instead, he invited Walther to his house. At least he would have been greeted by his father at the entrance while crossing his arms over his chest with the probing gaze his father had been watching him with all week. The middle-aged man now only went out briefly to buy some groceries and stayed at home working on his computer without saying anything.
Noel wondered to himself, what was Walther's relationship with his father? Or what was his father's relationship with the Zwick Family?
Noel knew that his father would never go so far as to punish him just because he had a relationship with a young man.
A big question was now nagging at his heart, and he needed to know the answer, all of it. However, Noel didn't know where to start, his movements restricted by being watched. The only way was to be a good boy and not go out for a few days.
Noel looked at his father who was sitting at the dining table writing in a notebook thoughtfully. His eyes stole glances at what his father was writing as he passed by in the back, walking towards the freezer to get a bottle of orange juice. Noel frowned as all he could see of his father's writing were letters and numbers with complicated formulas. He didn't understand.
Realizing he was being watched, Sergey hurriedly looked at his son questioningly.
"Is there something you need?"
Noel shook his head. "Nothing, I just want to take this orange juice." In his hand was a bottle of orange juice with an expression as if he didn't care what his father wrote. But believe me, Noel wanted to have the ability to read his father's mind or above-average intelligence to understand what Sergey was writing.
Sergey looked at Noel for a long time and finally refocused his attention on what he was writing. Meanwhile, his son went back to his room.
The clock on the wall read 21:30. A few hours ago the twilight discourse was displaced by the night until it enveloped it in perfect darkness with no starlight because the winter sky was covered with gray clouds. Just like Noel's heart right now.
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Three weeks in, Noel and his father started the morning in silence at the dinner table. Father and son ate breakfast without talking. Noel couldn't eat much, his appetite wasn't as big as in the days when he and Walther were always together.
"You have to eat more," Sergey pleaded as he placed some eggs on Noel's plate. His son didn't reply, just stared unappetizingly at the bacon and extra sunny side up eggs on his plate.
"Sorry about yesterday," Sergey said after three weeks of not making the slightest mention of the relationship between his son and the young man named Walther.
Noel shook his head. "You're not wrong, I'm the one who's wrong. I don't keep my promises, I always lie."
Sergey took a deep breath. "I should have told you this a long time ago," he said in a more serious tone, drawing Noel's attention to listen. "Aaron Zwick and I used to be best friends." His father began. "We met when we went to the same university. Since graduating from college, Aaron became the Managing Director of his father's company and he invited me to join. Zwick & SON. Inc was the name of the company."
Noel was surprised. "Zwick & SON. Inc. which is the company with the biggest drug business?"
Sergey nodded. "I was a scientist there. He also often joined me in research, testing chemicals. Together with other scientists we worked to create new drugs for diseases for which there was no cure."
Noel listened seriously without interrupting.
"Until one day, we made a new discovery. An undetectable chemical that can kill people without being able to detect the cause of death. Once it entered the body, it instantly killed cells, made the heart stop beating, clotted blood vessels in the body causing death in an instant. And Aaron Zwick started his dark business with the invention, he sold it to the mafia and people with evil intentions. While we saved many lives, we also killed some.
"But you didn't mean that." Noel dismissed the speculation. His father had no intention at all of inventing such a deadly substance.
"Still, it all falls under my responsibility. Now you know the story." But not all of it.
Noel nodded weakly. "Does Walther know it too?"
"I don't know," Sergey answered simply. "But trust me, everything will be fine." He gave a genuine smile, then gently stroked the blond hair atop his son's head.
Noel tried to think of a response to give his father. But in the end he just smiled as if everything would be fine just like his father said.
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"Are you sure you want to quit your job?" asked a woman wearing a navy blazer with shoulder-length wavy brown hair, after reading the resignation letter of one of her employees, Noel Baluev.
Noel only nodded in response. To be honest, it was hard for him to give up this job. Besides the good salary, his manager was also friendly, and Noel himself was already comfortable working at this HOPE cafe. But what else could he do, this decision was an absolute order from his father. And Noel couldn't argue.
The woman in her mid-thirties took a short breath, looking at Noel who bowed his head with a gloomy expression.
Putting Noel's resignation letter back, the Manager asked, "Why don't you just ask for a leave of absence?" Negotiating, the manager hoped Noel would back off.
But the young man shook his head. "I've taken a lot of time off this month." He felt bad about constantly taking time off.
Her negotiation failed, the woman gave a faint smile and said, "Well if that's your decision," Pausing for a moment, she looked at Noel with some concern. "Please don't hesitate if you want to work at this café again, there will always be a job opening for you here."
"Thank you, Manager Jean." Noel smiled and walked out of the manager's room.
A gust of wind blew through his blond mane as Noel walked out of HOPE Caffe. He would miss working here.
At the start of winter, Noel was again faced with the cold. The coldness of a lonely heart after being abandoned by a loved one because it was not approved.
As he drags his steps along the sidewalk, Noel tightens the red scarf hanging around his neck while occasionally rubbing his hands together. His habit of forgetting his gloves has never changed, even though he is often reminded by his father, as well as his girlfriend. If not reminded, it would be like this, he forgot to use them. Hence Noel always struggled with the cold that almost froze his ten fingers.
The people who passed him were in a good mood. But he walked with his eyes downcast. Until his steps took him right in front of the red phone box.
Loneliness led Noel step by step to the pay phone where he stopped. He patiently lifted the receiver to his ear.
Noel tightened his fingers on the receiver and closed his eyes tightly. Noel had already dialed a number he had memorized five times, but the owner of the number never answered his call. He kept dialing the number, but his efforts were in vain.
Noel kicked a pebble not far from where he stood with a frustrated sigh. He had already spent six coins of his allowance to contact Walther. However, the young man could not be reached at all. Since the incident they had not seen each other for over a month, losing contact.
Love could not only make him happy, but also make him suffer.
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