เข้าสู่ระบบFifteen minutes later, the kitchen was filled with the rich scent of butter and Grace’s excited giggles. Ivy poured the batter carefully while Grace stood on a chair, clutching a spatula far too big for her tiny hands.“Slowly, sweetheart,” Ivy said patiently. “If you rush, it’ll get messy.”Josh st
Ivy clicked her tongue and playfully smacked his arm. “That’s because you were the one who dragged me into that ridiculous plan to take back my house from Rico.”“And you agreed to it,” Josh shot back.“Because I thought you were just some crazy guy looking for entertainment,” Ivy said honestly.Jos
Ivy, who had been busy tossing salad at the dining table, could only laugh. “You two are like kids fighting over Grace’s attention.”Natasha chuckled softly. “She’s right, Ivy. At home, whenever Nathan sees a cute toy, the first thing he says isn’t about me—it’s always, ‘Grace would love this.’”Nat
FOUR YEARS LATER“Grace! Don’t run in the hallway!”Ivy’s voice echoed through the living room, which was now a battlefield of toys, stuffed animals, and a sticky spill of apple juice on the glass table.The little girl with golden-brown hair looked back for half a second before bursting into laught
Josh leaned back on the living room sofa, his gaze fixed on Alena, who was cradling the tiny baby in her arms with the gentlest smile he had ever seen. Grace looked utterly peaceful, occasionally letting out a small yawn and stretching like a kitten in her grandmother’s embrace.“Mom, it’s been almo
The first few days after Ivy came home from the hospital felt like the beginning of an entirely new chapter in their lives.The once-quiet house was now a world of baby cries, Ivy’s soft lullabies, and Josh’s panicked voice every time their little girl so much as twitched.“Josh, please… it’s only t
“Yes, it’s me.” Nathaniel Miller’s voice came through steady, firm.The sound of it made Josh go still, his hand frozen mid-motion. Why was his father calling him this late at night? Ivy, standing beside him, couldn’t miss the subtle shift in his demeanor—like the call had cut straight through his c
“Where are we going?”“Supermarket,” Josh replied without glancing her way.Ivy stared at him, baffled. “We just came from the gallery, talked about the party, your strategy, and the delightful bit of bad news that could land me in prison… and now you want to go grocery shopping?” She turned fully t
As soon as Ivy stepped out of the gallery, Josh was already waiting out front, leaning casually against the hood of his car. The late afternoon sun lit his hair with a warm sheen, making the ocean-blue of his eyes even more captivating. The way he watched her walk toward him was almost unsettling—li
“I don’t know why… I suddenly feel nervous,” Ivy said with a faint smile.“What are you afraid of?”“Maybe one of the paintings inside will come to life and chase me?”Josh let out a low laugh at her comment. “That’s where your imagination goes? Impressive.”They stepped through the gallery’s tall g







