"What's wrong?" Kendrick bent down again, looking at the blushing woman's face."Um, why don't you wash now? We can, together..."With that, Annabelle lifted her eyes and quickly glanced at him, then hurriedly lowered her head again, feeling extremely frustrated.How did Kendrick manage to invite someone to take a bath together? She must have been scared silly by that crazy woman, or maybe her brain froze from the cold water.But it seemed like there was still hope for him to stay.At that moment, all she wanted was for Kendrick to be by her side.Kendrick's eyes deepened layer by layer, when did his proud and aloof little wife ever take the initiative like this?It seems like he was really scared, and it appears that he really started to rely on him?Kendrick's silence made Annabelle feel a little awkward, so she quickly retorted, "I was just kidding. If you don't want to, then forget it..."Kendrick chuckled and said, "What's the rush? You always make me take off my clothes."Annabe
"Don't... how strange..." Annabelle felt so embarrassed in the water.Kendrick gently brushed aside her damp long hair and kissed her fair and smooth back, trailing his kisses along her spine, gradually arousing her.Annabelle remembered the historical romance novel she had read, where the general had to leave on his wedding night and didn't even have time to unveil his bride's red veil. A year later, the bride braved the wind and snow to visit the military camp.On that snowy night, the general carried his young wife into the military tent and ordered someone to heat up water. He then placed the frozen young wife into a wooden tub to bathe and warm herself. Later on, the general also got into the bathtub, and as they continued washing... they proceeded with what was supposed to happen on their wedding night.When Annabelle watched that scene, she also wondered a little bit. How would the general and his wife in the barrel..."Don't want to give it a try?" Kendrick whispered.Annabell
"Ah!" Annabelle exclaimed; her entire body already being lifted out of the bathtub by him.He wiped the water stains off her body with a towel while kissing her lips, but because both of them were a little excited, the wiping was extremely perfunctory. Soon, Kendrick carried Annabelle to the bed.Kendrick, who had regained the initiative and control, almost swallowed her whole...Until the sound of knocking on the door came.Annabelle looked as if she finally saw the shore, opening her misty eyes, hoping Kendrick would stop. However, he seemed to not have heard the knocking sound.Annabelle just clenched her lips tightly, preventing herself from making any ambiguous sounds.Seeing her being so patient, Kendrick developed a mischievous interest, which almost made Annabelle unable to hold back.The sound of knocking on the door came again, persistently and tenaciously."Mr. Gregory, I am Wilson White. May I inquire about the current condition of Mrs. Gregory?"Outside the door, Wilson k
Wilson thought for a moment and said, "The young master is strong and healthy, so he doesn’t really need any supplements. But since he works so hard, taking some extra nourishment could help. This recipe is mainly to strengthen his body, boost his immunity, and keep both him and the young lady in good health—it won't harm their bodies."Trey took the prescription and promised to deliver it.After Annabelle fell asleep, Kendrick quietly left the suite. He went to his grandfather’s room.Staying up on New Year's Eve was a tradition for his grandfather, and with everything that had happened tonight, he certainly wouldn’t be going to sleep.When his grandfather saw Kendrick enter, he was holding a small set of polished rosewood prayer beads. He came into the living room of the suite.“How is Annabelle?”“She’s asleep. She’ll be fine.”“That’s good. Lisa is in the basement nanny’s room; her condition is stable for now.”After a pause, his grandfather looked at Kendrick and said, "What are y
Kendrick furrowed his brows and fell silent for a moment before replying, “Emilia was a girl I met during a difficult period in my life. We were never in a relationship, and I have no intention of breaking up with Annabelle.”As for the rest, Kendrick didn’t think it was necessary to explain further to his grandfather.“Alright. As long as you know your limits. My stance is simple—we men must be responsible. I admire Annabelle. If you ever think of doing anything foolish, I’ll be the first to break your legs.”“…"Kendrick almost wanted Annabelle to hear those words. Maybe it would make her feel more secure.After leaving his grandfather’s suite, Kendrick returned to his own room. Annabelle was curled up, looking cold. He climbed into bed and pulled her into his arms.He wasn’t sure if Lisa had mentioned Emilia to Annabelle, but no matter what, Kendrick was wondering if he should tell Annabelle about Emilia.Meanwhile, in another suite, Marvin spent a sleepless night. After rescuing An
“Mom, can we not bring that up again?”Talking about the night he got Annabelle drunk gave Marvin a headache. He regretted his moment of impulsiveness, which had completely wiped out all the goodwill he had painstakingly built with her.But Lydia insisted. She earnestly explained to her son that for women—especially conservative ones like Annabelle—once they had shared intimacy with a man, their perception of him would never be the same. Physical closeness created emotional ties, making it impossible for her to see him as just a friend again.And if he left behind some evidence, Annabelle would have no choice but to listen to him.The first time was always the hardest, but after that, things would naturally fall into place. The more time they spent together in such an intimate manner, the stronger their bond would become—so much so that even if she wanted to leave him, she wouldn’t be able to.And once her relationship with Kendrick fell apart, wouldn’t that mean she was his for the ta
The next morning, Annabelle woke up feeling sore all over. It was a struggle just to move her fingers, and her legs felt like jelly. This was partly due to falling into the water last night and, of course, partly due to the person responsible for it.She opened her eyes, turned her head, and shot a glare at the man lying next to her. But when she looked at him, her irritation softened. He’d seemed genuinely concerned last night, hadn’t he?She remembered the complicated look in his eyes when he carried her back to the room. He seemed both frustrated and self-blaming for not saving her in time. He always treated her like she was a child, constantly looking after her.Annabelle bit her lip, reaching out to gently touch his eyebrow bone. She had to admit—this guy was handsome, really handsome. He took after both his parents' best traits.But then she started getting irritated again. Being this handsome was a curse! He’d be attracting all sorts of attention!Just as she was lost in her tho
Annabelle thought to herself, *I've already given myself to you, and you're still asking me this question? You're really getting a bargain and still acting coy.* In the past, she had thought she shouldn't accept these red envelopes as a fake daughter-in-law, and she planned to return them all when they divorced. But after being so intimate with Kendrick, she had unknowingly accepted the role of the Gregory family's young mistress. Her mindset changed, and for issues that weren't major, she no longer cared too much. For example, the New Year red envelopes… "You did say that what’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine," Annabelle said with a smile. "Ugh—why didn’t I notice you’re such a little money grabber?" "I’m just curious," she replied. She still hadn’t told him that she really wanted to buy a little wooden box to store her favorite jewelry in. She was afraid that if she told him, he'd just buy it for her—after all, that amount of money meant nothing to him. But Annab
Kendrick’s deep, low, and teasing voice rang in Annabelle’s ears.She suddenly lifted her head from the old fox’s arms. “It’s only been two days! How is that ‘a few days’?”“It feels like a few days.”“Didn’t we agree—no more than twice a week?”Annabelle tried to reason with him, but Kendrick wasn’t having it.He lifted her chin and kissed her lips, casually shedding his tailored jacket that was now just in the way.As she saw him begin to undo the buttons of his shirt, clearly ready to go further right there in the gym—Annabelle quickly pushed him away. “I need to shower first. I was stretching just now, and I got all sweaty.”That answer… was basically a silent green light for the old fox.Naturally, he was very understanding. With a smile, he said, “Perfect. I need a shower too.”Before she could react, he had scooped her up into his arms and carried her straight toward the en suite bathroom in their master bedroom.Once there, Kendrick gently set her down and, ever the gentl
Annabelle turned around and looked at Kendrick, patting her chest.“You move so quietly! You scared me half to death.”Kendrick kissed the back of her neck and looked at her soft profile.“What were you thinking about? So focused.”“Nothing really… I was just thinking about what I should say when the reporters ask questions at the launch event.”He hadn’t expected that to be on her mind. After a moment’s thought, Kendrick said,“If you don’t want to do the interview, I can talk to Uncle Simon. He can skip the reporter Q&A part, or at least have them submit their questions in advance so you know what to expect.”Annabelle turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest.Seeing her like this, Kendrick chuckled.“Just that was enough to move you?”Curled up in his arms, her muffled voice came out,“Kendrick, aren’t you spoiling me a bit too much?”Kendrick gently stroked her back.“No way. I’m still not doing nearly enough.”He wasn’t just being h
Only after seeing the news did Annabelle realize that, in less than a day, she had somehow become the center of attention.It wasn’t like anything serious had happened—it was just a compilation of her training bloopers. From wobbling in high heels and twisting her ankle, to being scolded by her teacher for stiff movements and poor coordination.As lighthearted content, it might’ve just drawn a few laughs. But clearly, someone with bad intentions was trying to stir the pot.The person who uploaded the video mocked her:“This is the new brand ambassador for the the Murphy Group? Are their standards this low now?”The comment section was full of sarcasm too—“I could walk better than that.”“She’s only got the gig because she’s Kendrick’s wife. Just here to cash in.”“Pretty face, but she’s just a vase.”Annabelle was torn between laughing and rolling her eyes. Her only real reaction? Ridiculous.Seriously, did these people not think things through?If her husband was Kendrick, and he di
Julissa took two deep breaths, trying to cool her overheated brain.Since Scott wasn’t coming home tonight, why not ask Anna out for dinner?It had been a while since the two of them properly hung out, and now Anna was dealing with all that online hate. No matter how well Kendrick handled things, she must still be feeling pretty awful inside.A dinner date, some heart-to-heart chatting—maybe it could lift her spirits a little?So, Julissa sent Annabelle a message, asking if she had time for dinner that evening.…At that moment, Annabelle was still training in the posture studio, completely unaware that she’d gone viral online.She did notice, however, that Ms. Maria was unusually gentle with her today—less criticism, more encouragement.She was a bit confused.Since when did Ms. Maria turn soft?Maybe it’s because the showcase is coming up and she doesn’t want to stress me out too much?She didn’t overthink it. Whatever the reason, she stuck to her training routine, completely tuned
Julissa quickly finished reading the news.Once she understood the full context, she was furious. Fuming, she pounded the bed in frustration and immediately tried calling Anna.No answer.Was she in training?Five minutes later, she tried again. Still no response.A trace of worry began to creep in.Even though she believed Anna wouldn’t be too bothered by public opinion, cyberbullying was no joke. Online attacks were one thing—but sometimes they spilled into real life, and that’s what scared her the most.The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.She wanted to reach out to Kendrick to check on Anna, but… she didn’t have his contact information.With no other choice, she called Scott instead.She knew his schedule—at this time, he was likely in the middle of a meeting with a major client.But she couldn’t care less. Making sure Anna was okay came first.Thankfully, Scott answered quickly.On the other end of the line, his magnetic voice came through: “Hello?”“Mr. Nicho
That night, that man had also been drinking.The faint smell of alcohol on his lips—so similar to what she’d just felt from Scott—not unpleasant at all.That man seemed to have the same broad shoulders… the same firm waist and toned abs… and the same fiery passion.And back then, she… had been surprisingly forward.Julissa quickly forced herself to stop thinking.How could she be thinking about another man while lying in Scott’s arms?That’s basically emotional cheating!She shook the thoughts away, refusing to let her mind wander anymore.Once everything was over, Julissa was completely drained. Curled up in Scott’s arms, she quickly drifted into a deep sleep.But even in her dreams that night—she saw him again.The man from that night.And this time… she seemed to recall more of the details.Almost like her memory had come back.But no matter how vivid the dream was, she still never saw his face.Perhaps deep down, she didn’t want to remember the face of a stranger.The next morning
The last few words he said—were barely even spoken. Just a whisper of breath against her ear.Julissa’s ears turned instantly red. Even for someone as cheerful and unrestrained as her, she couldn’t help but cover her face in embarrassment, completely speechless.Scott pressed a kiss to her warm ear, his voice teasing, “Are you full?”“…”Julissa looked at him in disbelief. Wasn’t he just… before dinner?!And now, again?She was finally realizing—once an abstinent man breaks the seal… he becomes dangerously insatiable.“I’m full. But I need time to digest!” she said with firm resolve.Scott pursed his lips. “How long do you need?”“At least two hours.”He frowned slightly, clearly thinking that was too long, but didn’t argue. He simply nodded. “Alright. I’ll wait.”“You really are that… desperate, Mr. Nichols?”He said evenly, “You’ve read those novels, haven’t you? Once you’ve had a taste…”Julissa groaned and buried her face in her hands.At this point, she couldn’t even have a norma
Scott raised an eyebrow. “So, being liked by Miss Hickman is the greatest blessing of my life, huh?”“Of course. I have very high standards,” Julissa said with a cheeky smile.He laughed—genuinely amused. In front of him, she was the only girl bold enough to be this confident… borderline shameless, even. But somehow, it suited her.After a moment, Julissa brought up something that had been lingering in her mind.She confessed her thoughts about what Scott’s mother had said earlier. That “let’s talk properly another day” didn’t sound like a sign of acceptance—if anything, it felt like a polite rejection. She couldn’t help but wonder… Was it because of how messy she looked today?But no, it didn’t seem that simple.Scott took a sip of red wine and replied calmly,“No matter what my mom meant, it won’t change anything between us. So stop worrying about it.”His tone was serious, even a little stern. Julissa could sense that he wasn’t pleased.He seemed… angry at his mom.As the saying go
Scott wrapped his arm around Julissa’s waist, pulling her into his embrace.“You’re not marrying my mom, you’re marrying me. Isn’t it enough that I like you?”“Well, yes, but still…”If they were truly going to be a family, then his mother’s attitude did matter quite a bit.“Alright, let’s eat first. Don’t overthink it.”As he spoke, Scott suddenly scooped her up into his arms.Startled, Julissa cried out, “Mr. Nichols, what are you doing?”“I’ve been meaning to say—walking barefoot on marble floors, doesn’t that feel cold?”She hadn’t expected him to notice such little details. A warm feeling rose in her chest, washing away all the awkward emotions from before. She wrapped her arms around his neck with a smile.“You’re actually… kinda sweet for a cold CEO.”“Miss Hickman is just finding that out now?”He carried her over to the dining table, where she obediently sat down and waited for dinner.Scott plated the steak—perfectly seared and paired with fresh vegetables, finished off with