Mag-log inRose rested her chin against her hand as she stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past one after another. The silence wasn't uncomfortable. If anything, she found herself enjoying it. After everything that had happened recently, simply sitting beside Alex somehow felt relaxing. Ev
The next day, the atmosphere inside the private conference room remained unusually quiet. The CEO seated across from Rose had already watched the recordings twice. Yet even after the second viewing, the disbelief on his face had not faded. He slowly removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his
By the time Sophia returned home, the sun had already begun setting. The moment she stepped out of the car, she found herself smiling again. She couldn't help it. Every time she remembered what had happened in the hotel suite, her heart would race uncontrollably. For years, she had admired Henry
After a few minutes of silence, Rose pulled out her phone. Her thumb hovered briefly over Alex's contact before she pressed the call button. The line barely rang once before it connected. "Rose." A faint smile appeared on her lips the moment she heard his voice. It was strange how such a simple gr
The atmosphere shifted and the distance between them seemed to disappear little by little. Sophia lowered her eyes, her heart beating faster than she wanted to admit. For the first time, the feelings she had hidden for so long no longer felt one-sided. Outside the suite, the hallway remained silen
Meanwhile, outside the suite where Rose and Emma were standing, Rose felt her phone vibrate inside her purse. She pulled it out and glanced at the screen. A message from Sophia had just arrived. Gremlin: Sister, I'm almost at the hotel suite. Are you there? Rose frowned slightly. She had compl
Rose could feel Alex’s gaze drilling into the side of her face even though she stared stubbornly out the window. He wasn’t saying anything. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t blinking, probably. Just watching her. Waiting for her to talk. Finally, unable to endure it anymore, she slowly turned toward
Ggregory leaned back in his chair, exhausted. He pinched the bridge of his nose before dialing Nancy. It didn’t even ring twice before she picked up. “Ms. Miller?” “Report?” she asked immediately. “Yes.” Gregory sighed. “It didn’t go well. Mr. Ashmore refuses to accept any termination. He claims
The servants moved quickly, taking bags and coats, while the family made their way inside the sprawling mansion. The interior hadn’t changed in decades—gold-trimmed walls, oil portraits of ancestors long gone, and the faint scent of old mahogany. Despite its grandeur, the tension hanging in the air
After several more minutes of bickering with Pamela — which consisted mostly of Pamela scolding while Donna grumbled under her breath like an irritated cat — Donna finally shifted her gaze to Rose. Her sharp eyes softened only by a fraction, but Rose noticed it. “Child, sit closer to me.” Donna







