The chief doctor looked helpless. “We’ve run every test we can. All we can say is that there’s a shadow—it could be residual bruising from an old injury, or fresh trauma from the recent impact. There’s really no way to be sure.”Trey’s expression darkened. “What a joke.”The doctor’s face stiffened. “Neurological issues are some of the hardest to pinpoint. It’s not something any hospital can guarantee...”Trey cut him off, impatient. “Just give me a straight answer. Is she in danger or not?”The doctor looked awkward. “For now, no. But we’ll need to monitor it. That’s why I advised Miss White to be extra cautious.”Trey scowled. “So basically, you said nothing useful.”I quickly grabbed his arm. “He said I’m fine, didn’t he? Thank you, Dr. Lee.”The doctor hurried out.I looked at Trey. “What’s with you lately? You’ve been on edge all the time. The doctor said I’m okay.”He didn’t say a word, clearly still in a foul mood.I had no choice but to let Dolly help me pack, then asked Trey
What I didn’t know was that, high above the clouds, a hand was turning a black phone in its grasp.The man had striking features, and the slight curve of his thin lips carried a hint of carefree mockery.He was on a luxurious private jet. Outside the porthole, dense clouds rolled by.A man in a black suit, likely a subordinate, walked over and respectfully reported, "Mr. Vaughn, we’ll arrive in Highridge in half an hour. Please fasten your seatbelt."Tristian gave a lazy nod and asked, "Keep sending flowers these next few days. Buy a few things women like and send those too."The man in the black suit hesitated for a moment. "Mr. Vaughn, wouldn’t that alert Mr. Wynn? He already turned down your offer before. Shouldn’t we be playing hardball instead?"Tristian glanced coolly at him.The subordinate immediately lowered his head in fear. "Forgive me for overstepping."Tristian tapped open his iPad unhurriedly. "Any updates on Julian Moore lately? He seems to have vanished."The subordin
As I washed up, I couldn’t help but imagine how wonderful it would be to live in the villa Miles had designed just for us.By the time I finished, he’d just set dinner on the table.I was stunned when I saw two beautiful plates of pasta waiting there. “Miles, you made this?”He came over to help me sit. “Of course. What, did you think I didn’t know how to do anything?”I was both surprised and delighted.My cold and composed CEO could actually cook.The pasta looked and smelled amazing, and I was suddenly starving.He’d even made two perfect fried eggs—one for each of us—with greens and my favorite: shrimp.“Come on, eat. I’m starving too.”Miles handed me a fork and nodded for me to dig in.So, we sat there, smiling at each other as we polished off our plates.When I stood up to wash the dishes, Miles gently pushed my hand down and took everything to the kitchen himself.I leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching his tall figure move gracefully between the sink and the counter.He
I couldn’t help but reach out and grab his hand.Miles’ gaze was calm and distant, like he was recounting something from a lifetime ago.He looked at me seriously. “Eve, she’s really not well. It’s the kind of illness that never gets better. So don’t blame her. “The world is full of broken people—some have suffered far more than you or I.”I nodded, and whatever lingering resentment I’d felt toward Amy faded away.After telling me that story, Miles gently stroked my hair. “You must be hungry. Let me make you something. You didn’t have dinner at the hospital, did you?”Only then did I realize that he was right. I was starving.As he turned to head toward the kitchen, I reached out and caught his hand.Miles turned to look at me.I asked softly, “Miles… you must’ve been really lonely back then, weren’t you?”He froze. For a moment, his whole body tensed, eyes locked on mine.I held his gaze. “Am I right?”Miles gave a small nod, then suddenly stepped closer and kissed me deeply.The ki
He gently lifted me and placed me in the wheelchair.I froze. Everyone else in the room froze too.Miles turned to Trey and said, “Handle it. Don’t make it hard for her.”That “her” was clearly referring to Amy.Miles pushed me out of the hospital room. Behind us, I could still hear the faint sound of Amy crying.…By the time we got home, my mind was still foggy, like none of it had really happened.“Tired?” Miles suddenly asked.I looked at his expression and nodded.He carried me over to the couch and set me down gently. A small smile tugged at his lips. “Sit here for a bit.”He took off his suit jacket and disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later, he came back with two warm, damp towels.I stared at him, confused, not sure what he was doing.Miles gave a soft, helpless smile. “Silly girl. You come home and forget to wash your face and hands?”As he said it, he gently started wiping my face and hands for me.The warmth of the towel slowly brought me back to myself.After a w
A familiar dull ache stirred in my chest.My voice came out strained. “Miles, I’m not falsely accusing anyone.”He had every reason to doubt me. I’d said one thing, then contradicted it, circling back and forth in a way that left everyone confused.No one knew what I was trying to do, except me.I was baiting Amy and watching her reactions. One reaction wasn’t enough, but if I twisted my words enough times, she’d eventually slip.And she did, just like I expected.In trying too hard to find holes in my words, she got tangled in them instead. Her agitation gave her away.It was the same kind of reaction Chloe used to have whenever she tried to manipulate me, deliberately triggering my emotions to trap me in her web of words.Now, I was sure that Amy had the brooch.Miles stared at me with those cool, unreadable eyes, until at last, something in them softened.He took my cold hand gently, voice low and calm. “Alright. Eve doesn’t make baseless claims. Take your time.”Amy panicked. “S