MasukThe promise of a cure—those words hung in the stagnant air of the Maybach like a deal with the devil. Chloe Bishop watched through the rearview mirror as Xavier Grayson slowly raised his long, elegant hand and pressed the button to lower the window.Blueberry saw the flicker of hope. She immediately repeated her vow, her voice frantic yet calculated. "I know how to pull Liam out of the shadows. Give me one month. I guarantee I can make him speak."Chloe gripped the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white. If Blueberry truly had a way to heal Liam Jr., it should have been a cause for celebration. She knew how much Xavier cared for his son; he was a man who wouldn't pass up a single chance to improve the boy's condition—just as he hadn't hesitated to marry her to secure a stable environment for the heir.But Chloe wasn't naive. To achieve this "cure" over the next month, Blueberry wouldn't just be a visitor. She would move into the Grayson Estate. That was her true endgame.Yet
Blueberry’s frantic cries acted like a beacon, drawing the sharp gazes of Joy Zhao and the rest of the group. They moved in unison toward the sound, their predatory curiosity piqued by the sight of Blueberry’s public breakdown. After all, they had arrived together—it would be a social faux pas to leave her weeping in the dirt without finding out why.Chloe Bishop felt a cold dread sink into her stomach. She hadn’t expected the night to spiral into such a public spectacle.In the center of the track's blinding floodlights, Blueberry was a wreck. She clutched Xavier Grayson’s sleeve with a death grip, her heart-wrenching sobs echoing off the asphalt. "Xavier, please! Just let me hold him. I haven't seen him properly in over six months!"Xavier was forced to stop. He stood like a statue, his face a mask of cold indifference as he stared down at her. His voice was a sub-zero warning. "Blueberry, have you forgotten the promise you made me?"Blueberry looked up at Liam Jr., who was huddled
In a dimly lit roOm far from the Grayson estate, a woman’s hand trembled as she brushed the edge of a silver picture frame. With a pained, guttural sob, she pressed the frame face-down onto the mahogany desk, as if she couldn't bear to let the eyes in the photo witness what came next. She picked up a beautifully crafted, lifelike doll sitting nearby, straightened her silk dress, and opened the door to face the world.Meanwhile, back in the city, Chloe Bishop was enjoying a rare moment of genuine warmth. The hot pot dinner had been a success—a brief respite from the suffocating pressure of the Grayson Ancestral Mansion."Let’s go shopping," Chloe suggested as they stepped out of the restaurant, her tone bright as she walked alongside the "Demon CEO." "Julian Grayson saved my life today. I really should buy him a gift to show my gratitude. What do you think would be appropriate?"Xavier Grayson’s mood soured instantly, the air around him dropping ten degrees. "A check.""A check? He’d n
The shifting power dynamics within the Grayson Ancestral Mansion are reaching a boiling point. While the dinner table was a theater of forced mercy, the shadows of the mansion are now harboring a new generation of secrets.Chloe Bishop remained silent throughout the ordeal. In a family as labyrinthine as the Graysons, she knew she had no standing to intervene.Finally, it was Xavier Sr. who broke the stalemate. "Xavier," he said, his voice smooth and devoid of sharp edges. "Let your uncle go. Regardless of right or wrong, consider it a gift for my return. Look at your grandmother—see how heartbroken she is."Look at your grandmother—see how heartbroken she is.Something about the way Xavier Sr. phrased that sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. It sounded less like a plea for family unity and more like a veiled accusation, dripping with a long-buried resentment. She glanced at Old Mrs. Grayson and saw the matriarch freeze. The old lady wiped her tears and turned her face away, her expressi
Chloe Bishop was deeply skeptical of Xavier Grayson’s "I won't touch you" promise. She remembered Liam Jr.’s one-month celebration, when Xavier’s arm had been injured for the first time—he certainly hadn't let her off easy then. However, seeing the severity of the gash on his arm, which absolutely could not touch water, she eventually relented and moved toward him.As she got close, Xavier reached out suddenly, making her jump. He chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. "So delicate." He reached past her and shut off the hot water.Chloe’s face was a vivid crimson. "Are you going to wash or not?"Xavier’s eyes swept over her soaked form from head to toe. "How are we supposed to wash with your clothes on?"With a sudden tug, he pulled her into the depths of the tub.Because both were nursing injuries, they were forced into a shameful, mutual bathing ritual. She helped him, he helped her. It was an incredibly intimate, pulse-pounding process, but in the end, Xavier surprisingly kept his
Chloe blinked up at him, her heart still hammering against her ribs. "What for?"Xavier’s face was uncharacteristically heavy, his voice dropping an octave. "I’m taking you to the hospital."Chloe couldn't help but let out a small, weary laugh. "Xavier, it doesn't work that fast. It's an ointment, not a magic potion. It doesn't hurt as much as it did, but it’s still going to take a week to heal regardless of where I am."The burn wasn't extensive, thankfully, and she knew from her grandfather’s teachings that the blister would naturally subside within seven days."Besides," Chloe added, her expression turning soft and pleading, "that ointment you gave me is actually incredible. It smells wonderful and cools the skin instantly. Do you have another jar? I’d like to keep one on me."Xavier’s response was characteristically nonchalant. "Your grandmother gave it to me. I imagine your family estate has crates of the stuff.""My grandmother gave that to you? When? I didn't even know you two
If Liam Martin were to pick one person to share the weight of his triumph and joy, the first name that would spring to mind was Chloe Bishop.In his heart, he knew that securing this partnership owed a fair amount to her. She had been his shadow and his support for six years, and the memory of her
Despite his rare use of the private kitchen, Nanny White ensured the fridge was stocked daily with fresh ingredients, just in case the master of the house felt inspired.Now, Xavier realized he had inadvertently discovered a new chef with considerable potential.He glanced at the steaming bowl of n
After ending the call with Dr. Julian Vance, Xavier Grayson leaned back against the plush leather of the Rolls-Royce. A rare, languid ease settled over his features; the cold, tectonic lines of his face had softened into something almost approachable. He was a man savoring a victory he hadn't yet f
The air at the banquet table crackled with a different kind of electricity—the friction of familial shame. Silas tried to deflect his mother’s fixated matchmaking with a playful scoff. "Exactly, Mom. Stop making it sound like Tiffany is some clearance item no one wants."But Aunt Sarah was undeterr







