"Thalassa, security just called. There's a man at the door asking to see you,"

Having her breakfast, Thalassa was about to put a piece of pancake in her mouth, but her hand froze midair. Since her return to New York had been abrupt, she'd told no one about it. The only one who knew was Luisa. Unless Luisa had told Zeke. But Zeke wouldn't need permission to get into the house since the house was his. So it couldn't be him.

Frowning, she asked, "Did he give a name?"

"Kris Miller." Betty answered.

Thalassa sucked in a breath, dropping her fork onto her plate. What the heck was he doing here?

Gritting her teeth, she snatched her phone and quickly dialed Luisa's number. (1)

"Thalassa?" Luisa answered, surprised. "We just spoke a few minutes ago. What's up?"

"Did you tell Kris I was in New York?" Thalassa questioned.noveldrama

"Why do you ask?" Luisa gasped, her voice suddenly alarmed. "Don't tell me he's there?"

"Oh, he's here, alright. Outside the house." Thalassa huffed. "You gave him the address, didn't you? Why would you do that? You know how risky it is!"

"Lassa, I didn't!" Luisa protested. "Kris came by yesterday to pick you up for that ridiculous movie date. I told him you were in New York, but I didn't give him the address. Why would I give it to him when I know he can discover your secret if he goes there?" Thalassa narrowed her eyes, pacing. "So, you didn't give him the address?"

"No! I swear. I would never do that," Luisa insisted.

"That means he's stalking me."

There was a brief pause before Luisa asked, her voice now worried, "Do you think he has found out the truth?"

Thalassa swallowed hard, willing herself to stay calm. "No. He doesn't know. He can't possibly know."

Before Luisa could reply, Betty spoke again. "The guards are waiting for instructions. Should they let him in?"

Thalassa's jaw tightened. "Let me talk to them." She extended her hand and received the phone from Betty. Bringing it to her ear, she sternly instructed, "Do not let that man in under any circumstances. Otherwise, you risk getting fired. Is that clear?" In the background, she could hear the head of security relaying the message to Kris. "Entry denied. Miss Thompson doesn't want to see you.'

Kris's voice, muffled but unmistakable, came through. "I'm just worried. I'm not leaving until I see her and make sure everything's okay."

"He's refusing to leave, ma'am. Should we remove him?" the guard asked.

Thalassa sighed, tapping her fingers against her arm as she thought. "No, don't bother. The road outside is public property. If he wants to stand there, let him. Just don't let him past the gate. He'll leave when he gets tired." Outside the gate, Kris ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Tell her I'm not moving an inch until she talks to me."

"You can wait for her if you want but not on the pavement. It's private property." The man said, looking about ready to push Kris away.

With a clenched jaw, Kris stepped back onto the road, muttering under his breath. He'd arrived in New York the night before but he'd checked into a hotel because it'd been quite late.

Remembering that Thalassa had taken care of Zeke's grandma while she was alive, it hadn't taken long to figure out that she was staying at his house, and he hadn't been wrong.

When he woke, he didn't have the patience to go in for a rental car so he'd taken a taxi to the place. Now that he refused to leave, it meant he was going to be standing outside until Thalassa decided to let him in. And so he stood. At the same spot. For hours. Under the scorching sun.

The security guards peeked at him every few minutes, probably wondering whether he was crazy.

Maybe he was, but he couldn't get the gloomy feeling from his chest that something was amiss. Something he needed to know. And so he continued waiting.

Many hours later, Thalassa was fuming as she paced the length of the living room. "Is he gone yet?"

Betty shook her head, barely containing her amusement. "No, Thalassa. He's still standing out there like a rock."

Thalassa groaned in frustration and marched back to the table, checking the CCTV feed on her phone. Kris was still there. He was drenched in sweat, his shirt sticking to him in the scorching heat, but he remained motionless. "What is wrong with him?" she muttered under her breath.

Confusion marred Betty's face as she raised a brow at Thalassa. "You say he's not here to harm you, so why don't you just allow him in and ask why he's-"

"No!" Thalassa instantly protested. "He can't come in."

"But look at the man, Thalassa. He came here so early that don't think he even had breakfast. And he's been there past lunchtime. Only a determined man will do that, but he also looks like he's starving." "Well, that's not exactly my problem is it? There are thousands of restaurants around. He can always leave to go eat." Thalassa mused, turning away from the phone and storming off.

Hours passed, and soon night fell. Upstairs, Thalassa was startled by the rumbling sound of thunder, followed by intense sounds of the wind howling, and then the sound of torrential rain. "I'll be right back." she said as she slipped out of the room she was in, heading downstairs.

"He's gone now, right?" she asked Betty.

She expected Betty to answer yes. Because there was no way Kris could possibly be standing in the rain just because he wanted to see her, was there?

Betty looked at her, expression concerned. "No, Thalassa. He's still standing out there."

Thalassa's heart lurched. "What the hell is wrong with him" she muttered. "He hates storms."

The memories came rushing back-how Kris would startle at the sound of thunder, though he tried to hide it. Now he was standing in the middle of a storm, all because of her.

Should I tell the guards to let him in?" Betty asked softly,

Thalassa vehemently shook her head. "It's his own choice to be there. Let him keep standing in the rain if he wants to."

"But this is not just rain, dear. It's a thunderstorm. It could get dangerous for him."

Thalassa's jaw clenched, her heart thumping inside her chest as she looked upstairs and then back at the CCTV footage. She would be taking such a great risk of Kris discovering her secret if she allowed him in. But leaving him out there in a dangerous storm.. Swallowing hard, she nodded. "Okay. Tell the guards to let him in.

Betty smiled and made the call. Minutes later, the doorbell rang. When Betty opened the door, Kris stepped inside, soaked to the bone and visibly shivering,

Thalassa's heart clenched involuntarily, but she pushed it aside, her expression hardening as Kris approached her, water dripping all over the floor.

"Thank you," Kris managed to say between chattering teeth. "For letting me in."

"I only let you in because you looked like a beggar out there." Thalassa shot back.

Kris smirked despite his shivering body. "Well, that's what I am; A beggar for your love."

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