LOGIN"You have the right to do what you want," Winnie said, "but I also have the right to fulfill my duties as your wife."After speaking, she gathered her things and turned to leave.She understood clearly—what Michael needed now wasn't more words of comfort, but steadier, unwavering companionship.Early the next morning, when Winnie arrived at the hospital, she found the bed neatly made.Startled, she stopped a passing nurse and asked. Only then did she learn that Michael had completed his discharge procedures early that morning and had already left.Winnie rushed home at once, but Michael wasn't there.Still, it seemed he had come back. His clothes were gone from the bedroom. But he must have packed in a hurry—he had only taken his clothes.Walking to the window, Winnie dialed Michael's number.His phone was off.She called again.Still off.Standing by the window, she gripped her phone tightly, watching as the sky outside grew brighter.The sunlight was beautiful. But her wo
At a time like this, Winnie was the one person who could stay by Michael's side.Khloe had already told her that if she needed anything, she could come to her. As for everything else, Winnie didn't need to worry—Khloe would handle matters at the Morrison Group.Winnie understood. Right now, what Michael needed most was her.This time, it would be her turn to protect him.Michael gave no response.Winnie opened the thermos and lunch containers one by one, poured out a bowl of soup, and sat beside his bed, calling to him softly.But no matter what she said, Michael didn't react at all.She waited for a long while. By the time the soup had gone cold, she quietly packed everything away again."If you're not eating… then I won't either. I'll stay with you."Michael's back remained completely still.Winnie took a slow breath and spoke in a low voice. "I know you're hurting. I know some things… no one else can ever truly share or replace for you. But I'm willing to bear it with you.
It took Charlotte a long time before she finally opened the letter."Charlotte, there are a few things I don't know how to say to you, so I've written them here."First, thank you for coming into my life and giving me so much happiness and warmth."Second, I'm sorry—I lied to you. The person who saved you that night wasn't just me. Ethan was there too. To be precise, he was the one who saved you. He didn't want you to feel burdened, so he never told you. Ethan is a good man, and he's sincere with you. He's someone you can rely on."Third, I'm going back on my word. There's something more important I need to do. It will take a long time, so you don't have to wait for me."Charlotte, I'm not good with words. There's a lot I don't know how to say, but I think you understand. Eat well, take care of yourself, and live this life happily."Signed: Noah."Noah's handwriting was crooked, but neat.The letter wasn't long, but it was clear he had written every word with care, weighing eac
"Silly girl."Noah didn't answer Charlotte. He simply reached out and gently cupped her face, rubbing her cheek with quiet affection before brushing his thumb across the corner of her eye.Charlotte was about to say something more when, without warning, Noah lifted her into his arms and carried her all the way back to the bedroom.It was already late into the night, yet he didn't turn on the lights.The moment they landed in the center of the bed, Charlotte seemed to realize something. She hooked her arms around his neck and, without hesitation, pressed a quick kiss to his Adam's apple.They had been sleeping separately these past few days.Charlotte was traditional—she didn't want anything to happen before marriage.Noah had always respected that.Their relationship had already moved quickly enough. He would rather take things slowly, get to know her little by little, and save the most precious moment for last.But now, it was clear—Charlotte had changed her mind. She refused
But to Charlotte, Noah's words felt as heavy as lead.Thinking of how many times Noah had narrowly escaped death, how many times he had walked along the edge of a blade, how could she possibly laugh?"Noah, from now on, don't act alone anymore. And don't treat yourself like someone who could disappear at any moment… You have me now. You have a home. We have to be okay together."Charlotte took a deep breath, her brows tightly furrowed as she spoke with rare seriousness.She held his large hand in both of hers, turning it over again and again, gently rubbing the calluses on his fingertips.Noah's smile slowly faded.Looking at her downcast expression, a complex mix of emotions surged in his chest, and a faint trace of loneliness appeared in his eyes as well.But when Charlotte looked up at him again, he still forced a smile."Alright. Let's eat first."Charlotte nodded and began serving him more food, almost obsessively.After dinner, Noah washed the dishes in the kitchen whil
Noah's words only made Charlotte feel even more guilty, but at the same time, a new sense of resolve began to form in her heart.She immediately picked up her plate and followed him into the kitchen.From yesterday until today, Charlotte had barely eaten anything. Now, with a proper hot meal in front of her—delicious and comforting—not only did her body feel satisfied, but her tightly coiled nerves also finally loosened."Thank you. It's really good," she said sincerely."It's me who should thank you," Noah replied softly as he picked more food onto her plate. "You've given me the feeling of home, and let me understand how happy and fortunate it is to be with someone you love."Charlotte was genuinely hungry and ate quickly.Only after a while did she notice that Noah—who usually had such a big appetite—was eating unusually slowly, his movements refined, almost like a different person."Why aren't you eating?" she asked."I had some snacks before you came back," he answered lig
When Angela had first met Trey, he was still a young man—but already remarkably mature and charismatic. He was meticulous in everything he did, and his emotions were always under control.Getting drunk in a restaurant like this was completely out of character. He would never have allowed himself to
By then, the elderly lady had already taken a few careful steps forward, her tone gentle and earnest. "Miss Roswell, it wasn't easy for us to make this trip. Nearly eight hours on a plane. We really hope you could spare a little time for us… but if you're truly busy—"She trailed off, stealing a qu
Nick didn't take Khloe downstairs; instead, he pressed the elevator button for the rooftop.Khloe was a little surprised. At this hour, surely he wasn't planning to show her the stars? The thought flashed briefly before vanishing. Nick wasn't that kind of romantic, and he certainly wouldn't do some
"Khloe, you were never this kind of person before!" Trey mocked.She wasn't this kind of person? Funny. Because the truth was—Trey was never really a person to begin with.A spark caught somewhere deep inside her chest. Her pulse surged, her breath sharpened, but she forced it down, pressing her n







