LOGIN“Number 177! Congratulations!”
The emcee scanned the crowd. “Which young lady holds ticket number 177?”
Everyone pulled out their admission stubs, comparing with each other. None of the numbers matched.
So who was 177?
Wendy glanced at her own ticket. To her shock, the number was 177. Could it really be this much of a coincidence?
She stayed quiet, planning to tuck the stub away—she had no intention of dancing. But the sharp eyes of the woman beside her caught the number.
“She’s 177!”
Gasps spread, and soon all eyes turned to Wendy. Several women nearby confirmed it was indeed her number.
Jealousy flickered in their gazes.
“177 is her? No way, what are the odds?”
The emcee, having received confirmation, gestured toward Wendy. “Would the young lady holding ticket 17
“My meaning is simple. I don’t want to search for Atlantis anymore.”Caitlin’s calm statement made Cecilia freeze in disbelief. “What? Why? Why now? We already agreed!”“I don’t need it,” Caitlin replied quietly. “My brother’s cured. There’s no reason to keep risking lives.”Her voice was steady, but Cecilia’s composure shattered. “Caitlin, you can’t just back out! You gave your word!”She tried to reason with her, growing desperate. “Even if you don’t want to take the risk, what about your mother? Don’t you want to find her?”“I do,” Caitlin said evenly. “But I’ll find her on my own. I don’t need you.”Cecilia stared at her, stunned. It couldn’t end like this. Not when she was so close.She laughed bitterly. “Ha… Caitlin, you think you’re cleve
“I know. But I’m not afraid.”She rose on her toes and brushed her lips lightly against his.“You’re asking for this.”Simon had once planned to wait until their wedding night, to save that first time for something perfect and sacred. But now, with her looking at him like that, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.“That’s right.” Molly smiled, her eyes bright and steady. “So tell me—do you love me or not?”She had prepared so much for this moment. There was no turning back now. In her heart, there was only one thought—to be his woman.“I love you, Molly.”His voice was low, unwavering. How much he loved her, perhaps only he himself truly knew. From the first indifferent encounter, to the storms they had endured together, he had fallen for her completely, hopelessly, and beyond redemption.All he wanted in this life was to be wi
Dinner went perfectly well. Simon was attentive, grilling the meat for everyone, while Molly ate with boundless appetite.Sebastian and Simon drank together, matching each other glass for glass until both began to feel lightheaded.“I can’t drink anymore,” Simon said, blinking hard as his vision started to blur. He couldn’t afford to get too drunk. If anything urgent happened, he needed to be sober enough to handle it.“Same here,” Sebastian agreed, setting down his glass. His arm had only recently healed, and he knew better than to push his limits.The two men had reached their limit—just drunk enough to loosen up but not so much that they’d regret it later.“Alright,” Caitlin said, smiling. “We’ve all had plenty. Let’s call it a night.”She turned to Molly. “What about you? Coming back with us?”Molly shook her head quickly, already
That afternoon, everyone gathered together to chat and, in the process, tried to talk some sense into Benjamin.During the conversation, Nolan brought up his sister Jillian and made a point to thank Caitlin for helping her find a job.“I really have to thank you, Caitlin. You gave my sister such an amazing opportunity. She’s so motivated now, it’s like she’s finally found her purpose. Every time she calls me, she’s full of energy and excitement.”Caitlin smiled. “It’s nothing worth mentioning. I just thought Jillian has real talent, and she shouldn’t be overlooked. Fragrance & Dye Studio is running smoothly now, and with her there, I feel completely at ease.”Nolan nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, ever since the domestic and international accounts for Fragrance & Dye Studio went live, my sister’s practically become an influencer. My parents are thrilled, watching everyone
Following the address and name Sebastian had given her, Caitlin arrived at the home of his friend who specialized in ancient manuscript restoration.She knocked on the door and waited for a moment before hearing a gruff voice from inside. “Who is it?”“Excuse me, is this Mr. Hawthorne’s residence?”The door creaked open to reveal a man in his sixties. His hair was streaked with gray, his glasses slightly crooked, and he was dressed in a black robe that gave him a strange, eccentric air.“You’re Sebastian’s wife?” he asked, squinting at her.“Uh, yes.”“Not the brightest-looking one,” Reginald muttered under his breath before turning around and walking back inside.“…”Caitlin stood there speechless. Zinnia, who had accompanied her, couldn’t hold back her irritation. “What’s wrong with this old man? Did he jus
“Oh my god, did we walk in at the wrong time?” Caitlin gasped.“Let’s go!” Sebastian quickly pulled her toward the door.Molly and Simon sprang apart at the sound of voices. Realizing it was her brother and sister-in-law, Molly’s face turned crimson. “Hey, wait! Don’t go!”They stopped and turned back. Simon scratched his head awkwardly, trying to smile. “Sorry, when did you get here?”“Just now. Looks like we interrupted something,” Sebastian teased with a grin.“No, no, you’re right on time. Molly’s already packed.”Simon invited them inside, and as Caitlin walked in, she glanced around at the cozy room and couldn’t help smiling. “This looks familiar somehow.”Sebastian chuckled. “Doesn’t it? The last time my sister was hospitalized, she turned her ward into a home. Looks like it’s the same







