The food and soup were both inedible and ended up in the trash.
The alternative was boiled dumplings.
Calvin propped up one side of his head, not wanting to comment on the layer of white, floury dumplings on his dinner plate. “Lawyer Clarke, when treating guests, at least show some hospitality. Letting guests eat dumplings twice doesn’t seem very gracious, does it?”
‘What kind of guest are you? If you don’t want to eat, leave!’ Adriana wanted to say these words aloud.
However, after reminding herself three times of the “cooperation case,” she said with a smile on her face, “How could it be? This time it's different. Last time it was pork and scallions, but this time it's pork and mushrooms, without scallions.”
It made Calvin so angry that he almost choked on his words.
After dipping the dumplings in vinegar, Adriana burped.
Calvin furrowed his brows. “You have quite the
At first, Adriana was nervous, afraid he might suddenly do something. But when he fell asleep, she gradually settled down. Once she relaxed, she also drifted off into sleep.Calvin usually didn’t sleep well, so even a nap would only last twenty minutes or so. However, when he woke up today, two hours had already passed.His arm shifted, feeling numb and stiff, and he frowned when he saw the woman sleeping against it.Adriana was still sound asleep. Her head tilted slightly, using his arm as a pillow, her legs curled up on the sofa. Her thin frame was tucked into a tiny ball, half of her body leaning against him. Her long hair cascaded down softly, revealing her delicate nose and pointed chin.The setting sun bathed her in a warm, orange glow, making her look peaceful and serene.Calvin continued to lie there, unmoving, leaving his arm beneath her.“You’re awake?”Adriana’s voice was soft as she blinked he
The car circled around, almost flipping Adriana upside down. Finally, they arrived at the top of the mountain.Although it was supposed to be a camping trip, Ray had temporarily transformed the place into something that felt like a palace.In the center stood a large tent, no less solid than a yurt. It looked so sturdy that even if the wind blew at gale force, it wouldn’t shake a bit.Next to the yurt were two barbecues—one roasting a whole goat, and the other loaded with all kinds of meats and vegetables.There were dartboards, archery targets with bows and arrows, table games, and swing beds hung between two trees nearby. Open-air tables with neatly arranged fruits were set up, draped with white tablecloths, and a few lamps interspersed between them. Colorful effect lights placed on the ground gave the entire scene a magical glow.Overhead, strings of colorful lights and flower arches were arranged in a way that could easily pass for
Ray continued feeding the girl different foods by mouth, one bite after another. Eating seemed secondary—the real focus was their playful intimacy. As they kept going, the girl’s pleated skirt crept higher, almost up to her stomach, and her thin, pencil-like legs wrapped themselves around him.Adriana cleared her throat softly and took a few sips of water, hoping to break the tension and regulate the awkward atmosphere.Calvin, ever impassive, flicked the ash from his cigarette and glanced at her. “What are you blushing for?”Adriana pressed her lips together tightly. “The girl is too hot. I’ll just stay away.”Calvin raised a brow. “Seeing other people make love to each other stirring something in you? Feeling envious?”Adriana tugged at the corner of her mouth, forcing a smile that almost matched Ray’s signature smirk. “If Calvin can’t stand being lonely, why not ask Ray to bring you a girl? Just don’t pull me into it.”Calvin, already used to Ray’s flings and the revolving door of
Calvin didn’t know when to relight his cigarette, quietly smoking. His face remained carved like stone—cold and hard, as if even an earthquake or flood couldn’t shake him.Henry nodded and said, “Two years ago, something happened to their business. He was driven into a corner, hard. You know Ethan’s character—asking him to give up the thing he loves most is like asking for his life. But his parents gave him an ultimatum: either go back to the company or come home to bury them. After that, he locked himself in the beach house and played the piano for an entire day and night. When he finally came out, he told the maid at the door to burn it all. Then… he went to the company and hasn’t touched the piano since.”Henry’s tone was calm, but he couldn’t hide the deep sadness in the story.Adriana’s eyes stung with emotion as she glanced into the distance at the man in white—his lean, upright figure standing as composed as ever.The girl beside Henry watched him with fascination, her eyes fil
Henry blinked in disbelief. “When?”Ray followed up immediately, equally stunned. “You actually ate it?”The two reacted as if they had just discovered a new continent.The unsuspecting girls around them gawked, silently thinking to themselves, “Is cooking dumplings really worth this much surprise?”Calvin, ever calm and composed, answered, “Today.”Henry’s jaw practically hit the floor—his mouth wide enough to fit an egg. After a moment, he forced himself to nod with a pretense of calm. “Adriana’s dumplings must have… an unusual flavor.”Ray, always ready with a veiled jab, chimed in with a smirk. “Not ordinary, that’s for sure. Definitely not ordinary.”His tone carried a hidden meaning, subtly mocking Adriana. His words implied that her cooking—and perhaps her presence—were anything but typical.Adriana, however, remained unbothered by Ray’s subtle digs.Ethan, noticing the tension, gently shifted the conversation. “Are you still working as a lawyer?”Adriana appreciated his effort
After Elisa finished singing, she suggested to Nora, “How about another song too?”Her voice was sweet and pure, without a hint of hostility.Ray inclined his head and looked at Ethan. “Ask the protagonist what he wants. What else do you want her to sing?”Ethan was sipping his drink leisurely. “Isn’t there another activity we can do?”Ray downed his second cup of wine and clapped his hands. “The two beautiful ladies are tired. Next, isn’t it time to test Adriana’s skills?”Adriana, already feeling irritated, became even more unhappy when he called her out. “I don’t know how to sing or dance! But I do know how to break a big stone on chest. Want to give that a try?”Ray didn’t spare a glance at Calvin as he retorted, “Where did you pick up such crude tricks? I heard you know how to play darts. Why don’t you show us?”Adriana tried to politely brush him off. “It’s been ages since I played. My hands are rusty, and I might miss and injure someone by mistake.”Ray kicked away a chair and
Someone stood in front of the bullseye, undoubtedly feeling the immense pressure of the second round. The atmosphere at the scene was tense, almost like the vibe of an Olympic stadium.Nora wanted to step forward and comfort him, but she was afraid of distracting him. So, she clenched her fists and cheered softly instead.Henry, always cheeky, served Adriana a glass of juice. “Adriana, crush his confidence so he stops acting so smug all the time.”Adriana replied modestly, “It’s just luck. I’ll do my best.”Ray’s turn came, and he also hit the bullseye.It was a tie.What followed was an intense back-and-forth as the two matched each other shot for shot, bullseye after bullseye, until it came down to the final throw.Calvin finally turned his attention toward the competition.In the past, when Adriana and Ray competed, he never paid much attention. He had thought both of them were amateurs, barely skilled. He only remembered that Adriana had won once, and Ray had gone on about it for
Henry’s jaw nearly dropped to his stomach. He looked at Calvin’s face in shock and said, “Holy shit! Calvin, Adriana wouldn’t be a retired special forces soldier, would she? It’s the kind of thing often written in novels, where the female lead has many hidden identities.”Calvin stopped drinking and leaned back in his chair to admire the scene. “This is bullshit! It’s just one or two moves! It’s a small skill.”Ethan saw through his bravado and pressed, “If you admitted she’s a little capable, you wouldn’t be losing face. Why hold on? Adriana is impressive, and I’m surprised to see her like this! It’s a shock to see a woman who pretends to be elegant but is, frankly, a little dashing instead of just trying to attract attention.”Calvin looked at her, admiring the graceful movement of her body—arms extended, pulling the bow, shooting arrows in a fluid, almost flawless action. It was as if there were two versions of her, and one couldn’t tell which was the real Adriana.He thought to hi
Calvin stood alone in the smoking area, lighting a cigarette and leaning against the parapet.He drew in a deep mouthful of smoke, letting it burn through his lungs.(The young madam even asked me to teach her how to make a fish cake... but it was hard for her. She was a true lady — ten fingers never touching spring water. She burned her fingers, blistered them, but never said a word about the pain.)Fish cakes — such a distant memory.If Emily hadn’t pried open that forgotten gate of memory, perhaps Calvin would never have remembered it again in his life.It had been late — well after 1:00 a.m. — when he returned to New York after a long inspection trip at the England branch.The living room was dimly lit by a single floor lamp.As he put down his luggage, he noticed Adriana curled up on the sofa, asleep.On the table beside her, a plate of fish cakes sat quietly, waiting for him.The next morning, as he passed the dining room, he spotted the plate again and frowned."Why didn’t you
There was no need for Calvin to explicitly say anything; certain unspoken rules were already understood — Adriana knew them all.There was no point in going through the usual formalities again, not against someone like Darren, who couldn’t rise to the occasion.Calvin examined the clear light in her eyes and once again understood what Henry had meant when he said Adriana had changed.In the past, she wouldn't have shown such calmness; her gaze would not have carried the wisdom it held now."Keep your co-worker in check and don’t let her do anything reckless. But of course, if you want to use this chance to get rid of an inconvenient opponent, you can just let it slide."Adriana nodded. "I know what to do."The ambiguous tension between them slowly faded as the conversation unfolded. Calvin glanced around the room. "Rest early."He’s letting me off that easily? Adriana thought."Good night," she said, getting up to see him off, without the slightest intention of trying to make anything
She had quite a bit of potential for uttering so many non-repetitive curse words in one night.Calvin caught her hand, not allowing her to leave.Then, right in front of her, he dialed a number.The call connected after just a few rings.“Mr. Walker? Wow, what an honor! What brings you to call me?” the voice on the other end said, half-joking.Calvin said coldly, “Contact Richard. Get him out of there — use whatever excuse you need.”The person on the other side didn’t dare to ask for details. “Yes, understood!”Calvin hung up and turned to look at Adriana, whose eyes were red with rage.“Aren’t you going to thank me?” he said lazily.Adriana tried to shake off his hand but couldn’t.“Calvin, you’re only making things more awkward between us. Please pay attention to boundaries…”Calvin leaned in and said lowly, “If I hadn’t watched my step tonight, you'd be lying on my bed right now, under me, crying for mercy.”Adriana’s face flared with anger.Without hesitation, she raised her foot
Last time, she had been half-proud of herself for bravely refusing to go home with Calvin — but she didn’t expect to be back here again, in the blink of an eye.Adriana scratched her hair in distress.“To be clear, I’m just borrowing the room,” she muttered.Calvin glanced at her miserable-looking face and said lazily, “I suggest you clean yourself up first. I won’t lay my hands on a female ghost — even if I’m horny.”Adriana rushed into the restroom, only then realizing how horrible she looked with half her makeup removed during the car ride.Come to think of it, Calvin had kept his cool the entire way — not even driving the car into the green belt.His psychological endurance was strong enough, she had to admit.The bathroom was fully stocked with toiletries.After showering, Adriana came out wrapped in a bathrobe, only to find Calvin on the balcony, making a call.He stood near the window, one hand in his pants pocket, his back straight and imposing.“Send someone to keep an eye on
On what grounds?Because he was Calvin — a character you couldn’t afford to mess with, couldn’t afford to offend.Adriana wanted to answer for him, believing, you don't have a second choice.But Calvin’s actual response was more official and impossible to refuse: “Believe it or not, it’s up to you!”His desire to catch him worked. After a brief moment weighing his options, Darren engaged in a more thorough conversation with Calvin, roughly covering how to help him clean up his act, as well as the cooperation that would follow.The matter was negotiated without Calvin needing to mobilize a single soldier.Darren cheerfully took the initiative to toast, saying, “Since we’re partners now, can you tell us your name?”Calvin didn’t touch his wine glass. “Next time, I’ll naturally let you know.”Kevin crossed over and spoke to Darren: “Mr. Darren, waiting for your good news in three days!”Richard and Liam looked at each other in dismay. Darren was normally a cautious man; otherwise, his bu
Darren was an unfamiliar name to Adriana.But Calvin wouldn't mention someone unrelated for no reason.After thinking for two seconds, Adriana understood: this man, Darren, who hadn't shown his face until now, was probably Scar’s big brother.Scar himself didn’t even know what his Big Brother’s real name was — so how did Calvin just point it out directly?Richard’s face shifted from green to white, little by little.He felt that the worst kind of situation was about to happen.This strange man seemed to know far more about them than he should.And the more this became apparent, the more Richard dared not be careless.He forced a smile and tried to stall: "Darren? Which Darren is Brother referring to?"Not only Richard — even Liam, who was nearly drunk, and Austin Mark, still dizzy from slamming into the wall, were staring at Calvin warily.With their connections in New York City, most powerful people at least had recognizable faces.But this man — no one had any information on him at
Mina’s eyes could see six ways at once; she thought tonight felt unusual. She didn’t know who he was, but she knew she had to serve people because of Liam. If anything went wrong, Darren’s business could be soaked, so she smiled carefully."Two brothers, if there's something to say, let’s say it properly. Roughness can scare people off, you know."Kevin’s skin practically crawled from her flattery, and he snapped, "None of your business."Mina smiled softly and picked up a glass of wine. "Handsome, don’t be angry. Why don’t I have a drink with you?"She drank it all in one go, tilting the glass upside down to show not a single drop remained. "Satisfied, handsome?"Kevin said coldly, "Not satisfied."Mina blushed profusely, tugging awkwardly at the corner of her mouth. "Then, what would satisfy the handsome man?"Kevin kept a stern face and said nothing.Mina circled around the table and half-squatted down, trying to tap Calvin’s leg, but he dodged her with a disgusted look, as if a sl
Calvin’s cold and clear presence stood out starkly in the room—like a noble eagle trapped among vultures. From the moment he sat down, the atmosphere shifted. It was as if this seedy box suddenly became a royal court, simply because he was in it.Adriana had to admit, deep down, that sometimes it wasn’t the place that mattered—it was the people who entered it.Calvin turned to the man and asked flatly, “Tell me, what kind of dog are you?”“Damn it! Did you just insult me?”Furious, the man raised the wine bottle and swung it toward Calvin’s face.Crash!With a smooth backhand, Calvin caught the bottle mid-air—and in the next second, red liquid flowed down the man’s head. It was a mixture of wine and blood, trailing from the broken shards that remained.The man stood frozen in place, stunned. He clearly hadn’t expected anyone would dare lay a hand on him.&l
Adriana hurriedly stood up, letting Richard's arms miss her as she fled to the song selection table. She quickly picked a song she was already tired of hearing herself.The prelude began. Adriana sat on a high stool as the disorienting lights flickered and danced, casting her features in shifting patterns of light and shadow. In the haze, her face became half-hidden, half-revealed—mysterious and luminous.As the song started, the room fell silent.Mina, holding her glass of wine, joined a few men in turning their attention to the small stage.There, in the corner, sat a woman like a frightened deer—yet somehow too mesmerizing to be real.Where did she come from?Was she just trying to help out a newcomer, or had she accidentally brought in a job-stealing troublemaker?Fortunately, that lecherous Darren Venzor wasn’t around tonight. If he had been, he would’ve already been seduced by that little fox.Adriana sang with her lips,