ログイン"I don't care."Zoe's voice came out flat and careless as she waved one hand lazily from where she sat on the couch.Her body language carried the same dismissive attitude that had been building inside the room since she first walked in earlier.One leg remained crossed over the other, her back slightly reclined against the arm of the couch as though none of the tension unfolding around her had anything to do with her."If anybody does," she continued with an indifferent shrug, "leave it to Pete."Her eyes barely even glanced toward the crying baby as she spoke.Elizabeth turned sharply toward her."That won't do," she snapped instantly.Her voice carried a sharp edge now, the calm patience she had been trying to maintain finally cracking under the weight of everything she had just witnessed.She had been holding herself together since she arrived, biting her tongue, choosing her words carefully, telling herself it was not her place to interfere.But there were limits. There were alwa
“Of course.”Zoe said it so casually that the words almost sounded like a simple fact rather than a bold claim.She pushed herself up from the couch slowly, smoothing her hair back with one hand before folding both arms confidently across her chest.Her posture changed the moment she stood.Moments ago she had been sitting beside Pete, pretending to comfort him. Now she carried herself like someone presenting a brilliant idea in a boardroom meeting.“I’m not someone you can underestimate,” she continued, her voice calm but filled with quiet pride. “It’s not that hard.”Pete remained seated, watching her carefully.The baby was still crying somewhere behind them, but neither of them looked in that direction now. Zoe’s words had shifted the focus of the room.“Now that Chapman Corp pulled out,” she went on, slowly pacing across the living room as though she were thinking aloud, “we can simply find another partner.”Her voice became more animated with each step.“Say… the Wesley.”Her fa
“Pete, don’t be mad.”Zoe’s voice softened into something almost pleading as she shifted closer to him on the couch.The tension in the room was still thick, heavy enough to press down on both of them, but she moved as though determined to dissolve it.Slowly, she reached out again and held his hand, her fingers curling around his palm with careful gentleness.Pete didn’t immediately react.His chest was still rising and falling unevenly from the anger that had erupted moments earlier.His eyes remained fixed on the messy living room floor ahead of him, where pieces of broken phone glass still reflected faint light from the window.Zoe leaned slightly toward him, her shoulder brushing lightly against his arm as though trying to reassure him through simple closeness.“You’ve known me my whole life,” she continued softly, her tone carrying a familiar warmth that almost sounded comforting. “I’m really not cut out for babysitting or housework.”As she said those words, her eyes shifted to
The baby’s cries continued to echo across the living room, sharp and relentless, filling every quiet corner of the house.The sound seemed to bounce off the bare walls and scattered furniture, growing louder with each passing second.Pete sat stiffly on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, his head slightly lowered as if he were trying to shut the noise out of his mind.But the crying didn’t stop.It only grew louder.Pete’s jaw tightened as frustration slowly twisted across his face. His mind was already drowning under the weight of failed calls, collapsing business deals, and the silent accusations buried inside his own thoughts.Now the baby’s cries drilled into his head like a constant reminder that nothing in his life was under control anymore.He pressed his fingers against his temples as if the pressure there might burst.The baby cried again.Louder.Pete suddenly looked up, his eyes blazing with irritation. He turned his head sharply toward the crib, glaring at the tin
Pete had just picked up a call when he rose from the couch, his movement abrupt enough to crease the already wrinkled suit jacket hanging loosely over his shoulders.The office around him carried the faint smell of stale coffee and sleepless nights.Papers were scattered across the table, some sliding halfway to the floor, others crumpled like abandoned thoughts.His phone was pressed tightly to his ear as he tried to steady his breathing.“Hi, Mr. Benson,” he said, forcing his voice to sound confident as he straightened his posture.He even began pacing slowly across the room, as though the movement might help him regain control over everything that seemed to be slipping through his fingers. “The pullout by Chapman Corp is nothing permanent. You should have faith in us. We—”The call disconnected.The sudden silence in his ear felt louder than the conversation itself.Pete froze for a brief moment, staring at the screen of his phone as though the device had personally betrayed him. T
“What do you mean?” Petra asked, her voice filled with surprise as she stared directly at Oscar.The breeze moved gently through the campus trees, rustling the leaves above them, but she barely noticed it.Her attention was entirely fixed on the calm man standing before her, the same man who had once been her fiercest academic rival many years ago.Oscar studied her expression for a moment before responding. There was a quiet confidence in the way he carried himself, as though he had already anticipated this moment long before it arrived.Finally, he spoke with a calm, matter-of-fact tone. “Oh. I’ve established a company in New York and I’m currently working on the Southwind AI project,” he explained.As he spoke, he slowly moved one hand toward the breast pocket of his milk-colored suit. “I’d like you to join as CEO and provide technical support.”Petra blinked.For a brief second, the words didn’t fully register in her mind. CEO? Technical support? Southwind AI?Before she could pro
“You actually hit me?”Zoe’s voice trembled with disbelief as she slowly straightened herself from Pete’s hold. Her hand remained pressed against her cheek where Petra’s slap had landed moments earlier.The skin there had turned red, and the burning sting still throbbed beneath her palm.She shook
Pete finally finished buttoning his shirt, though his hands were still trembling slightly from the shock of what had just happened.The air around him felt thick and suffocating.Cameras were still flashing, reporters still crowding around, voices still rising from every corner of the hall.For a m
Pete tumbled off the bed so quickly that his knee slammed against the wooden frame with a loud thud.The shock of the sudden noise and the flood of staring faces sent a rush of panic through his body.Instinctively, both of his hands flew down to cover himself as he staggered upright, his eyes darti
“Who says stuff like that?”The voice rose from somewhere within the gathering crowd, sharp with disbelief. A middle-aged man in a dark suit stepped slightly forward, his brows knitted together as he stared at Petra like he had just heard the most outrageous thing in his life.“How can she just thr







