In 'Meant to Collide', Sky Chandler, a powerful CEO, first captured Jules Parker's heart in high school with kindness and charisma. Jules idolizes Sky, but their paths cross again years later in the corporate world, where the once-inspiring figure h...
Sky instinctively turned to look at her, his expression softening. But Jules, avoiding his gaze, walked straight past him into the kitchen, leaving an unspoken tension lingering in the room.
Jules opened the fridge and grabbed a water bottle, her shoulders heavy with an unspoken burden. Letting out a sigh, she twisted the cap absentmindedly. As she turned to leave, her father's voice called out, warm and steady.
"Mon," he began, walking toward her with a concerned look.
She interrupted him quickly, attempting to evade the conversation she sensed coming. "I just came here to get some water, Dad. I'll go and rest now." Her tone was polite but firm, signaling her desire to retreat.
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"Wait, honey," he said, his voice soft yet imploring. "Your mother told me you had an argument with Sir Sky. Is that true?"
Jules hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yes."
Her father crossed his arms thoughtfully. "The owner of the company—he came all the way to our home just to apologize. Tell me, where else can you find a boss like that? But look at you—his employee—being impolite and distant." He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, his tone turning serious. "Listen to me carefully. There are things in life we shouldn't keep bottled up inside. Sometimes, it's all about finding the courage to speak your heart. If you think letting it out will bring you peace and happiness, you should say it."
He bent slightly to meet her eyes, his voice softer now. "Remember this, Jules: the person who can hurt you the most is not him—it's yourself. Don't carry that pain any longer. He's been waiting for you. Go talk to him."
With a gentle pat on her head, he left her to ponder his words.
In her room, Jules stood by the window, gazing into the quiet night. Her mind was a storm of emotions. The sound of the door closing softly behind her made her turn. Sir Sky stood there, his expression a mixture of longing and regret.
"Sir Sky, please leave," Jules said, her voice trembling but firm.
Before she could take another breath, Sky stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly from behind.
"I have nothing else to say," she murmured, her voice cracking as tears brimmed in her eyes.
Sky tightened his hold, his voice low and filled with anguish. "Why are you always telling me to leave? Why are you pushing me away?"
Jules blinked back tears. "Because the last time I let you stay, you left me in pieces. I just wanted to go home that day—didn't I have the right to do that? Or are you here to accuse me of something else?" Her voice was laced with bitterness, yet her heart ached with longing.
Sky exhaled deeply, his breath brushing against her hair. "That day, when I called you Wanthong, I didn't finish what I was going to say."
Jules stiffened. "And what exactly were you going to say?"
"That she's a beautiful lady," Sky said, his voice faltering.
"She's a two-timer," Jules retorted, her tone sharp.
Sky hesitated but continued, his voice quieter now. "But she's also clever and hardworking, just like you. That's why I love you, Jules—my Mon."
He gently turned her around to face him, his eyes searching hers. "Tell me, which one would you like me to be? Chang or Phaen? Both were Wanthong's husbands, and I could be either for you. I could be anything for you. Let's go back to our home. I promise I'm easy to keep—or would you prefer me to be a dog?"
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For the first time, a faint smile broke through Jules' tears. Sky reached out, wiping the streams from her cheeks.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I'm so sorry for everything I said and did that hurt you. It shattered me just as much as it did you. I couldn't sleep, Jules—I missed you so much. When I think about it, I can't understand how I could be so cruel. When you were with Mia and Noah, it was jealousy—it was all jealousy. I was blinded by it."
He paused, taking a shaky breath. "From now on, no matter what you want, no matter what you need me to do, just say the word. I'll do it. All I ask is that you forgive me and come home with me."
Jules' heart raced, torn between lingering hurt and the sincerity in Sky's eyes. Tears welled up again as she asked, her voice barely audible, "Do you really mean it? Will you do anything I ask?"
Sky nodded, his smile gentle yet resolute. "Yes. Anything."
Jules wiped her face with trembling hands, her lips curving into a soft smile. "Then let's go...to your home."
Sky's smile widened, his own tears spilling over. "No, Jules. It's our home."
He pulled her into his arms again, holding her as if to shield her from all the pain of the past. "Don't cry," he whispered, stroking her hair gently. "We'll make it right—together."
And for the first time in what felt like forever, Jules allowed herself to believe him.
