LOGINBesides, there were real obstacles between Michael and Winnie. Oscar would almost certainly never approve of them being together.Michael was a hopeless romantic. It had taken him so long to let go of his feelings. If Winnie couldn't treat him right… the pain would fall on both of them.Love—what a strange, impossible thing. Too little, and it fails. Too much, and it suffocates.Khloe raised her glass and drank half of it. She had come out to relax, to drink and unwind, but Winnie's mood had rubbed off on her. Suddenly, she felt moody and sentimental, too.She had promised herself only a drink, yet she downed three in a row. The alcohol wasn't strong, and when the time was nearly right, she called a ride and excused herself to the restroom.Winnie leaned on the table, scrolling through her contacts on her phone. Her fingers paused over Michael's number.Then her phone vibrated, pulling her attention back. Across the table, Khloe's phone buzzed, left unattended. Winnie squinted an
"That's because I have to get married…" Winnie burst out bitterly.She had no easy way to explain it.There was an additional clause in her mother's will: as long as she married, she could leave the Olson family immediately and reclaim part of the inheritance that had been held by them.Back then, Winnie had been too young to understand any of it. Only after growing up did she realize how deeply disappointed her mother had been in her—and how little faith she'd had—entrusting control of Winnie's life to someone else.If not the Olson family, then a husband.It was as if she didn't deserve to exist in this world unless she depended on someone.Winnie had once hated her mother intensely. Just because her father had been worthless, did that mean she was destined to be worthless too?And so, the more her mother defined her that way, the more Winnie gave up on herself, refusing to strive for anything better.She might as well become a mess, turn herself into mud, let everyone trampl
Seeing how persistent Winnie was, Khloe finally gave in. "Winnie, why ask when you already know the answer? You don't want to owe anyone, and he doesn't want you to owe him either. So don't ask anymore. Besides, overthinking it now serves no purpose. What matters most for you is leaving the Olson family. Since you already have a goal, you should grow up and move forward bravely."Khloe usually disliked lecturing people. Perhaps her own mood was off tonight—her words carried an unmistakable, almost disciplinarian tone.Winnie didn't mind. She was used to hearing far harsher things. Khloe's earnest, well‑intentioned advice actually felt warm to her.She took a long gulp of her drink. "It was Michael, wasn't it? Is he really that eager to repay the favor?"Khloe felt a weight sink in her chest. She gave a quiet "Mhm." "He didn't want me to say anything. It's enough that you know."Winnie's straightforward nature made things easier. Khloe had indeed agreed to help Michael, but this
"Okay, but just for an hour at most," Khloe said.Before leaving for the bar, Khloe had sent Nick a message, telling him not to wait up for her and to get some rest. She was going to spend a little time with a friend before heading back.Nick's reply came almost instantly. Nick: [Okay.]A pang of guilt twisted in Khloe's chest. Nick had been waiting for her, and she felt it keenly—but then she thought of Michelle, and it was like a small thorn pricked at her heart.Better to let herself ease her emotions first, she decided, rather than risk Nick noticing anything later and worrying.On the other side, Nick stared at his phone, his expression darkening slightly.…"I reserved the big room, for ten people."Late at night, a stylish, retro-themed music bar welcomed a group of guests.At the front, a married couple approached the hostess and instructed her to open the reserved private room.The hostess led everyone inside, and the couple split up: the woman accompanied the othe
Khloe knew that sleep-talking meant nothing.But try as she might, she couldn't shake the unease. Her mind kept replaying it over and over.She wanted to move on, but the thoughts lingered longer than she expected. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to tell Nick that she was upset.She knew exactly how he would react: worry, guilt, endless apologies.And besides… even if he truly still held a place for Michelle in his heart, he wouldn't admit it out loud, right?Khloe hesitated for a long while, then finally rose to gather her things, preparing to leave.As she pushed open the office door, she saw Winnie standing in the doorway.She had no idea how long Winnie had been there; in the darkness, she hadn't been visible at all.As Khloe stepped into the hallway, the lights automatically flicked on. Winnie shuffled forward a couple of steps, looking uneasy."You're still here? How was your first day? Did everything go smoothly?" Khloe asked as she approached, her tone genuinely concer
Ethan's facial features were sharply defined, so striking that even after staring for a long while, one couldn't deny he was handsome.But to Charlotte, that face would always be damned.The car fell silent. Ethan casually switched on some music. When the lyrics reached the chorus, he hummed along.He sang flawlessly a deep, magnetic voice—so good it could rival the original artist.Yet after a long while, Charlotte didn't react at all."Charlotte." Finally, Ethan called her."Hm?" She didn't look back."Do I sing well?"They were approaching a traffic light. Ethan rested one hand on the steering wheel, the other rubbing the bridge of his nose.Charlotte pressed her lips together.Was he seriously praising himself? She couldn't help wondering.She didn't answer him directly. "I like men like Nick."Ethan furrowed his brows, staring at her like she'd lost her mind."Hey, I'm asking if I sing well!"Finally, Charlotte turned to look at him. "Ethan, you chased me all the way







