A Second Chance at Romance

The person who ran up to her had a cheerful disposition and an innocent face. Seeing him, Hannah fell into a momentary trance. She murmured, "Nigel …" Nigel Moore was so anxious that his eyes had already reddened."I heard everything. Are you really going to marry that cripple from the Winchester family? Hannah, I know you don't want this. Will you … marry me instead? I like you. I really like you!" These words overlapped with his confession in her previous life. Back then, Hannah had been the hero, saving the handsome Nigel. For some reason, Nigel had found himself alone in the back alleys of West Lane. He looked like a young wealthy scion, so the thugs quickly surrounded him in an attempt to rob him. Hannah had come to his rescue. That was how the two people, who would otherwise have never crossed paths, became friends. In her previous life, the 20-year-old Hannah was a mix of insecurities and determination. She was also filled with hatred and resentment toward the Eme

Hannah and Bryan went downstairs. Nigel had grown impatient with the waiting. He felt glad when he heard footsteps. "Hannah, you're finally here. I—"Yet, Hannah brushed past him without a glance."What happened to you, Hannah?" Nigel stood before her and blocked her way. "Why are you giving me a cold shoulder all of a sudden? You—""What are you standing there for?" Looking stern, Hannah said to the maids, "Did the Winchesters hire you for fun?"Despite Hannah's gorgeous looks, she exuded an undeniable sense of authority when she looked strict.Trembling, the maids hurriedly stepped forward and dragged Nigel out of Hannah's way. Then, they curtsied respectfully at her while saying, "This way please, Madam."Bryan's eyes glinted as he watched Hannah walking away gracefully. Then, he followed her out of the house.…Andrew sat at the school office. He had bruises on the corner of his mouth. His torn pants were dirty, and his T-shirt had holes in them. It was unclear whether

Under the maids' gazes of disbelief, Hannah took Darren downstairs using the elevator.Andrew, who was sitting at the dining table while looking bored, tensed up suddenly. He stuttered, "D-Darren."Darren glanced at him without replying.A maid eagerly removed a chair from the table.Hannah had just arrived at the household for a short while. Yet, the maids were already treating her exceptionally well. Hannah didn't take her seat. She asked, "Where's Nina?""Ms. Nina usually has her meals in her bedroom," Mrs. Tate replied. "Her room is on the fourth floor.""You may serve dinner after Kaden has returned from school," Hannah said. "I'll call Nina."…When Hannah reached the fourth floor, she could hear a faint piano melody. It was melodic yet depressing.She knocked on the door after listening for a moment. Suddenly, the music broke into chaos, and the piano produced a heavy, jarring buzz.After that, silence fell.The door wasn't open. Hannah patiently knocked again. "Ope

"Didn't I tell you to never smoke ever again?" Hannah grumbled."I still smoke occasionally," Flynn replied. He extinguished the cigarette when he saw her approaching. "Are you … doing well?"Hannah had kept the news of her sudden marriage quiet. It was a done deal by the time her friends knew about it."If he dares to mistreat you, I ..." A brutal glint streaked across Flynn's eyes as he crushed the cigarette with his foot. His gaze soon shifted into one of blood lust."What will you do?" Hannah's heart skipped a beat. She narrowed her eyes while demanding, "Tell me."At the same time, Hannah recalled her previous life. She had seen the bald and skinny Flynn in a prisoner's uniform locked behind the bars, his countenance silent as ever.The memory made a surge of anger rise within her. Her brows now tangled into a deep frown, Hannah exclaimed, "Flynn, promise me you'll stay away from those thugs!"Could it be that he was getting involved with the thugs now?"I—no!" Fly

Darren was crippled, but the Winchesters relied on his reputation to thrive.To someone with ulterior motives, Kenneth sending flowers to Darren's wife might not be as simple as a gesture of goodwill. After all, scandalous news was prevalent in high society. Should anyone wish to create a stir in Hopeldon's financial world, this was the way to go. Beauty could often be dangerous, too.Kenneth's voice was cold when he spoke again. "I'm used to my carefree life. Serious financial newspapers hardly suit my temperament. "Have dinner with me tomorrow night, Mrs. Winchester. Now that would make for some juicy tabloid headlines." He would hardly lose anything from being at the center of some rumors with a beautiful lady.Hannah was about to speak when a faint, refreshing scent of pine brushed against her. Darren was seated in his wheelchair. His voice was icy as he suggested, "If dinner is what you want, Mr. Sorsby, how about the two of us dine together instead?"His words rende