Our Tomorrow, Intertwined (Erotic Romance, Sci-Fi Fantasy) -ENGLISH
Special Chapter: Fate's Original Outcome (Unaltered)

Special Chapter: Fate’s Original Outcome (Unaltered)

HYACINTH looked the other way as a truck hit the Bismarck building’s entrance where the man with the gray thread stood.

She immediately rushed outside the coffee shop to check if Jean was okay.

Oh, god! Hyacinth only hoped that her friend is okay.

And the relief that she felt inside her breasts spread throughout her system. Hyacinth removed the glass shards around Jean’s body to check if she suffered bone fractures from the fall.

“Help!”

A deep, baritone voice called and Hyacinth looked around to replace the owner of it. It was Mr. Maximillian Bismarck.

With shaking limbs, she muttered for Jean to call the emergency hotline. Hyacinth immediately went to the man who was badly injured in his leg. Within his arms, there’s the young woman with the black thread. Hyacinth gasped when she saw the black and ashen thread return to the regular glistening white.

So, the bearer of a gray thread can save a black-thread bearer?

Hyacinth removed the piece of metal from the building’s revolving doors that is pinning down the man’s leg. She ground her teeth as she focused all of her strength to remove the metal bar.

“Sir, I need you to move your feet. Let’s see if it’s okay.”

Maximillian’s jaw tightened at the commanding voice, then he obliged. His feet flexed and he muttered a curse.

She smiled at him to give him some assurance, at least. “Good! That means you’ll not lose your leg.”

Then, Hyacinth checked the young woman in his arms to check if the latter suffered from any injuries. Hyacinth finally relaxed when she saw that the young woman is unscathed.

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A MONTH after the accident, reporters still give a detailed report about the area where the infamous Maximillian Bismarck almost died. Hyacinth was glad about the new customers of the Cafe, though. That means more tips—

“Haya!” The familiar voice of Jean Baden-Rodriguez called her and she immediately rushed to the doorway.

“Hi! How are you? Shouldn’t you rest for a bit? You just got into an accident!”

“Shush, Haya. Come on, I’ll bring you to Max.”

“Wait—” Hyacinth pulled her hand from Jean’s grasp. “Why?”

Her friend shrugged. “He wanted to thank you, he said. He’ll give you monetary compensation.”

No. Absolutely no. That will only attract the media’s attention to her. Heaven knows that Hyacinth has been in hiding for a few years now. She can’t just risk exposing her location.

“I told him that you wouldn’t want any reward for helping him that day, but he’s persistent!”

Hyacinth showed her reluctance by shaking her head. “No, thank you. I don’t want anything from him.”

“Then come with me and tell him that yourself! He won’t take ‘no’ for an answer, Haya.”

She finally gave in, only to put a stop to Jean’s persuasive tactics.

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“I DON’T want any reward, Sir.”

Maximillian Bismarck lifted his head from his laptop and gave the woman in front of him his usual condescending look. This is the first time that someone refused a reward from him, knowing that he doesn’t give rewards often.

Odd.

“I need to repay you—”

“No, Sir. Thank you. I don’t want anything.” The woman had emphasized the last word with a little firmness in her voice.

“How about money?” Oh, yes. No one would refuse his money.

“No.” She raised a brow when she sensed her patience going thinner. “Well, there’s one thing. A favor.”

He leaned over his glass desk, intrigued by what favor the odd woman would ask of him. House and lot? A million dollars?

“Don’t ever—I mean, ever! Don’t ever ask Jean to call me or speak to me again, you loathsome toad! God, you’re annoying!” She took a deep breath. “Some of us have better things to do and you’re taking too much time from my lunch break.” If a human’s nose could release some steam to express anger, then hers probably released fire.

Oh, he’s getting on her nerves. The damned man won’t take no for an answer. Hyacinth was tired and hungry and utterly pissed that her lunch break was about to end and her sandwich is getting cold.

Hyacinth stormed out of his luxurious glass office after the outburst.

Jean went inside the room and grinned. “I told you. Hyacinth is a dear friend, Max. I know her well. If she says, ‘no’, she meant it.”

Humor gleamed in his dashing, vivid-blue eyes. Maximillian doesn’t know why he’s suddenly interested in the woman who had helped him overcome his fear the day of the accident.

It was a month ago but the haunting memory of the near-death experience is still fresh in his mind. Maine, his sister, could’ve been killed if he was a few seconds late in shielding his body to protect her.

And then, the mystery woman came to the scene and soothed his panicking mind. She had stayed with him and was gentle with him and his unconscious sister before the ambulance arrived.

Hyacinth. That was her name. It suited her beauty, for she has this light-brown hair that almost looked like hay. There’s this serene energy around her that he seemed to relax in her presence.

Being with the woman at the scene of the accident somewhat made him feel at ease even if everything’s chaotic and everyone’s panicking and terrified.

Her presence had felt like...home? Maximillian doesn’t know how to describe the feeling.

“What does she like for compensation?”

Jean pondered about that, then she giggled. “Hyacinth is easy to please if you know what she wants.”

He lowered his gaze from his secretary to the laptop in front of him. “Well, she seemed really hard to please based on my observation.”

“Steaks,” Jean answered. “Especially Chef Goodman’s steaks. She’ll never refuse that.”

Max lifted his gaze to Jean, regarding his secretary with renewed interest.

“Then reserve a table for one under my name. I’ll pay for her meal.”

That’s interesting, he thought. I love steaks, too.

“She’ll love this! Hyacinth had been craving for that Chef Goodman rib eye she saw on the live TV.”

Rib eye, too? He frowned at that. They have too many similarities when it comes to preferences.

He decided to shrug it off.

“Oh, Max. Can we ask you to be the godfather of the baby?” Jean rubbed her belly with a grin, showing the small bump there.

Max thought that it is a good thing that Jean didn’t suffer from major injuries in the tragic accident a month ago. He would never be able to forgive himself if something bad had happened to his secretary and her unborn kid.

“Max?” Jean woke him up from his solitude. He raised his brows to let her know that she now have his full attention.

“Can we take you as godfather for the baby?”

Max nodded. “I’ll be honored.”

Jean almost jumped on her heels because of excitement. “Yes! Thank you, Max! You’re also invited to the gender reveal!”

When Jean left the office with a smile of triumph, she texted her husband the good news. Oh, her kid is going to have a lot of expensive gifts from Maximillian.

Her husband replied: That’s great. We now have Hyacinth as godmother, too. She talked to me yesterday about it but you were sleeping when she visited the house. She’ll attend the gender reveal. I managed to convince her.

Jean smiled at the message before replying with: You’re the best, Drei. I need to work now. Gotta go. Love you.

Oh, Jean felt like everything was going according to plan. Now, she only needed to ask her other friends to help her decorate for the gender reveal party.

—this possible outcome vanished and was replaced when Hyacinth tampered with Max’s thread—