Masuk"You didn't?" "No!" "You also weren't staring at me?" "I wasn't!" "And you definitely weren't fixing my hair?" Rose confidently opened her mouth to deny it once more. Only to immediately close it again. She had absolutely no answer. Alex chuckled softly. The sound wasn't loud. It was quiet, wa
The first rays of the morning sun filtered gently through the sheer curtains, filling the bedroom with a soft golden glow that chased away the last traces of the night. Outside, the lake remained calm and undisturbed, its crystal-clear surface shimmering beneath the rising sun as a gentle breeze ri
"You look surprised," Rose said with a small laugh after noticing the expression on his face. Alex smiled honestly. "I've just never seen you dressed like this." Rose lowered her eyes to glance at herself before smiling. "I thought you'd appreciate seeing something other than another formal dres
The moon hung high above the quiet lake, casting a gentle silver glow across the calm water as Alex and Rose lingered beneath the gazebo. Neither of them seemed eager to leave. It was as though the world beyond the estate had ceased to exist, leaving only the peaceful silence that surrounded the
The moment Rose stepped outside, she came to an immediate stop. The backyard was somehow even more beautiful than the front of the estate. A winding stone pathway stretched through a magnificent garden blooming with countless flowers before leading to a beautifully crafted wooden pavilion built di
The city lights gradually disappeared behind them, fading into the distance as the car continued along the quiet highway. One by one, the bright skyscrapers and crowded streets were replaced by darker roads that seemed to lead farther away from the restless heart of the city. Neither Alex nor Rose
After Rose returned to her seat, It was Raymond who finally spoke up again. He turned to his mother abruptly, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably. “Mother… How long are you planning to stay before going back?” He expected a predictable answer — two days, maybe three. Anytime their mother
Back at the restaurant, Rose had already sent a short message to Luthor, telling him to drive back to the restaurant and pick her up. She and Nancy had already ordered their food. Rose knew Luthor well—he would still take a little while before getting there, so she was sure they would finish eating
Rose entered the dining room, the quiet click of her heels echoing softly against the polished floor. She didn’t glance at anyone, didn’t pause to acknowledge the family who might already be waiting. Her eyes scanned the room and found the seat she wanted, the one farthest from the usual cluster, th
Rose observed everything with quiet attention. She did not need to intervene, she told herself. And yet, when she saw Grace’s expression—small, stiff, trying not to show the ache in her chest—she felt the tug of responsibility, the small but insistent urge to speak. “Grandmother,” Rose said softly







