Lifting her eyes to meet his, Michelle's voice held an unwavering calm, "Let's discuss. I could consider not moving out of the Ye residence, but I won't take care of the child." Alex pondered, assessing the situation. If Michelle wouldn't be taking care of Lizzy, was there any point in having her move back to the Ye residence? Meeting his gaze, Michelle retorted, "If I don’t look after Lizzy, do you really have any reason to keep me at the Ye’s house?" She paused, and then with deliberate emphasis said, "No. Reason. At. All." Distancing herself from past affiliations with Alex and Lizzy, she no longer addressed him with formal respect, opting instead for the more direct 'you'. Alex caught this subtle shift, realizing that Michelle genuinely had no interest in marrying him or returning to the Ye residence. He desired a marriage with Michelle. But did she want the same? Upon hearing her resolute stance, he responded, "There is every reason." Now, Michelle was at a loss for words. Sh
In shock, Michelle exclaimed, "Alex, are you even human? How can you bully a child?!" Alex found himself at the receiving end of Michelle's vehement outburst, but he dared not make a sound. After all, he was indeed the reason Lizzy was crying. Upon seeing Michelle, Lizzy's tears ceased almost instantly. Yet, she couldn't hold back her sobbing hiccups, coming in rhythmic waves, evoking both laughter and sympathy from anyone watching. Echoing Michelle's words without any hesitation, a visibly distressed Lizzy told her, "Yes, Daddy bullied me!" After saying this, the mistreated child extended her tiny arms towards Michelle, seeking comfort in an embrace. With her large eyes, she blinked pitifully, resembling a wounded young animal: vulnerable, helpless, and desperately seeking solace in her sister's arms. Michelle couldn't resist such a plea. With a soft sigh, she reached out and pulled Lizzy into her arms. Lizzy gently rested her head in the crook of Michelle's neck, wrapping her sma
Some time ago, Michelle pondered a fascinating question. If she were to find herself within the world of a book, would the plot still unfold according to its original outline? And if it did, would it adhere to the author's initial summary or to the detailed narrative she, as the writer of this new version, had envisioned? While the general direction of both storylines might remain consistent, numerous finer details could diverge. For instance, the original blueprint never made mention of Lizzy's biological mother. Nor did it hint at the female protagonist seeking vengeance on a side character after breaking off her engagement with the secondary male lead. Michelle wasn't sure if the original author had envisioned such a subplot, but she was certain she wouldn't have included it. Such actions didn't align with the female protagonist's character as she perceived it. In her interpretation, Isabella, though smitten in love, was, after all, from a prestigious background. As an heiress of
Unwilling to be exploited by Alex, Michelle countered, "If I take the job, I won't be able to pick up Lizzy from school." The kindergarten at Rivenhold School let out around four in the afternoon. If Alex, the boss, couldn't manage to fetch Lizzy every day, how could an his employee? It made sense to Alex. He realized that compared to Michelle not being able to collect Lizzy, having Isabella spin tales in front of Michelle was a minor concern. If he didn't have to fetch Lizzy in the afternoons, he could focus more on his work. Given that his image in Michelle's eyes wasn't exactly shining, Alex eventually resigned to her perspective. "Alright, fair point," he conceded. The topic was set aside, neither of them brought it up again. But as the adults ceased discussing the matter, a wave of anxiety swept over Lizzy. She remembered the times when Michelle had left her alone at home to work. The idea of being alone was unsettling to the young girl, and she clearly wasn't in favor of Miche
When Michelle saw the transfer notification, she thought to herself, "Truly a friend of the wealthy businesswoman." It seemed they shared the same demeanor, not hesitating to send money without so much as a discussion. Was it because they feared she'd learn of a hidden snag and change her mind? Michelle hesitated. She truly feared that they might be setting a trap for her. But she was exhausted from constantly writing, not wanting to continue ghostwriting novel drafts any longer. Moreover, she had set her price high and they had accepted it. It'd be rather unjust to refuse now, wouldn't it? After a moment of indecision, Michelle clicked on the confirmation to accept the payment. Then came the demands. The client described to her an incomplete world view, narrating yet-to-be-fleshed-out character relations. They wanted Michelle to draft detailed character designs. These were to encompass everything from appearance and orientation to past experiences and character evolution—everything
As Alex descended the staircase after changing his clothes, he was caught off guard by Michelle's words. He hesitated mid-step for a moment. Michelle had said he took good care of them. And he did. But was there really any conflict between taking care of them and Michelle returning to the family home? Keeping a straight face, Alex reached the tea table and took a seat, openly joining their nostalgic conversation. He lifted a teacup and took a sip. Noticing the sudden silence, he glanced at the two women and inquired, "What's wrong?" Michelle silently averted her gaze, signaling that it was nothing. She couldn't help but wonder, why was Alex, known for his relentless work ethic, wasting time with them today? On most days when he returned home, wouldn't he seclude himself in his study to continue his work? The more she pondered, the more uneasy she became, suspecting Alex and Eleanor might have some ulterior motive. Michelle pondered internally, "Could I make a run for it now?" Elean
Michelle really didn't feel like taking Lizzy out to play. However, when even Mr. Alex, known workaholic that he was, said such a thing, she, a mere freelance professional, found no ground to refuse. Alex, after all, was someone who dealt with multi-million-dollar businesses. Every minute he spent was potentially worth millions. If he believed that spending time with a child was more important than work, how could her drafts, possibly deemed worthless, ever compare to the importance of a child? Michelle had on more than one occasion asked Alex to spend more time with Lizzy. Now, the roles seemed to be reversed. If she declined now, she suspected Alex would have a reason to rebut her in the future. Reluctantly, Michelle agreed. However, she made it clear to Alex that she had commitments in the afternoon. She could only join them for a morning outing. Alex had no objections; he had plans to return to his office in the afternoon to attend to some matters. The two novice parents, as i
Michelle stared at the earnest-faced man in front of her, expressionless. In her mind, she muttered a curse. "How could someone so handsome be so... off?" she mused internally. "Such a waste of good looks." She locked eyes with the man for a moment, then with a serene and gentle smile, suggested, "Shall we get back to discussing Lizzy?" Meeting her gaze, Alex's eyes and tone were as gentle as possible. After all, he had unintentionally frightened her to tears during their last interaction. He didn't want a repeat of that episode. "I've always felt that you're evading things," he began, "Whether it's about Lizzy or about you." At his words, Michelle paused, then looked up, her gaze searching. "Have I?" she questioned. Alex nodded. "You've always seemed... elusive to me." Michelle met Alex's eyes, a playful glint in her own. "Maybe it's because your brain doesn't function well." He watched her, noting her feigned composure, as if she had no secrets to hide. He felt a hint of amuse