MasukJoy gently patted her mother's back."Mommy, I miss Uncle Caesor. Can I go see him?"Nora Fatehi nodded. "Of course. Go get ready—put on your prettiest dress, and Mommy will take you to see him."Joy bounced with joy. "Yay! Yay! Joy gets to see Uncle Caesor!"She raced upstairs, changed into a cute little dress, and came running back down with her small backpack.Nora Fatehi was overjoyed to see her daughter so fond of Caesor. She took Joy by the hand, and they got into the car, heading straight to the hospital.At the hospital, Caesor lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, counting on his fingers—one, two, three, four, five—just to pass the time. He had no idea what else to do with himself all day.Then, from the hallway, he heard a familiar voice calling out. He turned his head and saw Nora Fatehi walking in with Joy.Nora Fatehi offered an apologetic smile. "Sorry—I brought Joy along. She said she missed you."Caesor's heart stirred. He reached out his hand. "Joy."Joy climbed onto
"Where did you find those?"Gwen Grayson pointed at the desk. "You told me to come in and sit down, and I just happened to spot two little red booklets on the table. I didn't go through your things—you could say I've got sharp eyes."Tim's face flushed so deeply it looked like it might drip. "Since you've seen them, I won't make excuses. Gwen Grayson, I like you."He'd said those words many times before, so Gwen Grayson brushed it off, popped another piece of fruit into her mouth, and said, "I love you too."She even flashed a 5-2-0 hand sign.But this time, Tim didn't play along like he usually did. He was dead serious."Gwen Grayson, I'm not joking. I mean it. I like you. Will you marry me?"Gwen Grayson shoved a piece of fruit into his mouth."You really want to marry me?"Tim nodded, his expression earnest—one step away from raising his hand and swearing an oath.Gwen Grayson pressed her lips together, thinking. Her expression grew complicated. "I haven't really thought about marr
After repaying those two billion, the Grayson Group completely collapsed.Xavier Grayson didn't hesitate—he changed the company's name outright.All of New York City knew it.From that day on, no Grayson Group would ever rise again in this city.It all came down to one man—Xavier Grayson.Those who once mocked him now scrambled to curry favor.Xavier Grayson couldn't have cared less.As for the flood of gifts arriving daily—enough to wear down any doorstep—he handed the whole mess over to Finch.Finch was run off his feet.At least before, he'd had Caesor to keep him company. Now it was just him. He finally understood what it meant to be run ragged and lonelier than the wind.Seeming to worry that Finch couldn't handle it alone, Xavier Grayson loaned him Vincent as well.That left Chloe Bishop with Gracia as her new bodyguard.Gwen Grayson was the first to be discharged. Her arm was still in a cast, but under Tim's lead, she'd eaten her way through every restaurant in New York City.E
The family exchanged a few more warm words before the call ended.Xavier Grayson let out a slow breath. Then he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist.Through the reflection in the window, he saw Chloe Bishop.She rested her head against his back. "I'm feeling a little tired. I'll head home first."Xavier Grayson: "I'll take you. Or let Vincent drive you—I don't feel comfortable with you going alone."Chloe Bishop didn't argue. "Okay."Nadia stepped into the prison.Nicholas Taylor stood outside the glass, watching the woman inside.Nadia approached with red-rimmed eyes. "Nicholas! Help me. Get me out of here.""Get you out? How exactly am I supposed to do that? You've been detained for a month—that's already lenient. Do you really expect me to free you so you can cause more trouble? I think you need to spend some time in here reflecting on yourself."Nicholas Taylor's brows drew together.Nadia was beside herself with grievance. "Nicholas, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you wit
Lady Grayson's lips curled into another smug smile. "Fine, I don't have much else to say anyway. Just tell your father this—this old woman's eyesight is still better than his. I know who's worth keeping and who isn't."Het Grayson said nothing, his expression growing complicated.Lady Grayson didn't linger. She delivered her piece, rose with her attendants, and left without another word.She headed straight to her third son's house.Hiten hurried to welcome her the moment he saw her arrive. "Mom, you should've called ahead. I would've prepared something."She waved a hand and settled onto the sofa. "No need. I'm in a good mood today and just felt like visiting each of my children's homes."Noah overheard and couldn't help but snicker. "Grandma, you're gloating, aren't you? I heard the Grayson Corporation got wrecked by Hank Grayson. And you went over to rub it in, right?"Hiten shot his son a look. "Noah, watch your mouth."Lady Grayson chuckled softly. "It's all right. My little gran
Nora Fatehi's tears spilled over. A thought struck her, and she took his hand. "Once you're out of the hospital, let's pick a date and get married."Caesor held her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Say that again."Nora Fatehi: "I said, once you're better and discharged, let's find an auspicious day and get married."Caesor's eyes reddened. This girl finally trusted him, didn't she?A smile tugged at his lips. "Say it again."Nora Fatehi knew he wouldn't let her off easily once he woke up. But she hadn't expected him to act like a child, so delighted by those words that he wanted to hear them over and over."I said let's get married. Will you marry me?"Caesor nodded. "Yes."With both of them awake, Chloe Bishop finally breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced over at Anna."Now that they're both conscious, how are they doing?"Anna pulled out her notepad. "Miss Gwen Grayson is in good shape—a few months of rest and she'll fully recover. But that other guy..." She paused. "He's going
Chloe pinched the tiny scrap of black lace between her fingers, her expression filled with pure skepticism. "Are you serious? Is this even wearable?"Wouldn't just pinning him down be faster and more efficient? she thought.Bella rolled her eyes at Chloe’s lack of romantic vision. "What do you know
“Have you found out who did this yet?”Liam Martin’s usually handsome, refined face was currently shrouded in a dark, suffocating shadow. He looked cold and lethal—the literal personification of the calm before a devastating storm.At twenty-four, Liam had spent the last six years clawing his way t
“Where am I?”Chloe Bishop bolted upright, her head spinning with a sickening heaviness. The room was cold, sterile, and completely unfamiliar. She scrambled to get out of bed, her heart hammering against her ribs. She couldn't be here. Tomorrow was her wedding day—the day she would finally marry L
Looking into Chloe’s bloodshot eyes, Liam withdrew his probing gaze. He lowered his eyelids, remaining silent and detached, his long lashes veiling whatever emotions stirred beneath.Chloe had always adored Liam’s physical perfection. Even now, standing there in the dim light, he looked like a flaw







