“He’s Mr. Duncan’s second son, Elio. You’ve probably never met him before?” Annabelle asked, with an innocent look on her face.Kendrick nodded thoughtfully, understanding now. “So he’s the one eyeing my wife.”“I heard he only just came back to the country. I’ve never met him before.” Kendrick admitted.Annabelle smiled slyly, adding, “So, do you know who else he is?”Kendrick smiled knowingly, as he was already aware of the story. Eleanor had told him everything.Elio had once been in danger, and it was the 14-year-old Annabelle who saved him. After recovering, he left Springvale Temple, but he never forgot the angel who had helped him. Years later, he was intent on marrying the girl who had saved him.Fortunately, half a year ago, at the engagement party, Kendrick had been incredibly perceptive and quick to act. He had spotted the little angel, Annabelle, and without hesitation, he had seized the opportunity to sweep her off her feet. He had worked tirelessly and with unwavering de
“Nothing. Keep going,” Kendrick said, his thoughts drifting. He figured that Ryan might have played a role at the critical moment—perhaps he didn’t want Annabelle to have any more contact with Elio?As he thought further, Kendrick realized that Ryan had just taken over the Whitney family business and was still finding his footing. So, when Mr. Duncan invited Ryan to attend the banquet, it was likely an effort to help him out. Given their relationship, Kendrick wasn’t particularly fond of Mr. Duncan, but he understood the connection. It seemed that Ryan had once saved Elio, and that was why they had become friends.After that, Kendrick didn’t question anything else Annabelle said.When she finished, he asked, “How did you know Elio was the beggar from back then? Wasn’t his face injured? And you didn’t know his name or identity.”Annabelle smiled, “I saw the tattoo on his chest. It’s the one I…”She paused mid-sentence, realizing she had said too much.Kendrick immediately picked up on
At this moment, a big scene was unfolding in the suite on the fifth floor...An hour earlier, Eleanor had knocked on the door of Lila's suite, where she was staying. When Lila opened the door, she was filled with excitement, thinking it was Kendrick. Before she could fully say "Brother-in-law," Eleanor and her people had already entered the room. "What are you doing?" When Lila saw Kael among the group, and his pale face, she realized that the situation had probably been exposed. She immediately became alert and secretly reached for her phone, intending to call her aunt, Briley, to come and save her. But Eleanor quickly took the phone from her and tossed it into a nearby fish tank. Eleanor then sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette. "Miss Castillo, have a seat." Lila sat uneasily across from Eleanor. She had heard about Eleanor's temper. She knew that being in her territory and doing something like this meant it was over for her. She couldn't help but think that maybe
“How could they have seen through it? Wasn’t it because you were acting too fake?” Lila asked Kael while reaching into the fish tank to grab her phone.“I wasn’t acting wrongly,” he replied absentmindedly, his squinting eyes greedily roaming over Lila’s body.Through the silk robe, the pink lace was faintly visible. Kael took a deep breath, his eyes drifting over her in a way that made Lila, absorbed in her panic, not even notice. She was trembling, her hands shaking as she wiped the wet phone, still wondering how her plan had been exposed.Did Kendrick drink the spiked wine? And did he know she had drugged him?She hoped that Eleanor hadn’t told Kendrick yet. If Kendrick found out she had drugged him, not only would he hate her more, but he might even tell her aunt, Briley. Once her aunt knew that she had ruined the plan, she would be terribly disappointed. If her parents found out, Lila’s life would be over. Her father was strict and conservative; if he found out what she had done,
Meanwhile, downstairs in the 207 meeting room, Assistant Jaime had delivered the new dress and was standing by the door speaking to Kendrick. “President, Mr. Duncan was looking for you earlier. Should we go see him?”Kendrick glanced at the little woman resting on the sofa, a slight smile curling his lips. “See him? Why not?”Jaime knew about the drugging incident and felt uneasy. Kendrick couldn’t possibly be in the right state to meet anyone right now. His hair was still damp with sweat, and it was obvious he had just finished… well, whatever had happened earlier.What would people think if they saw him like this? What would happen to his image as president? Plus, the madam must be exhausted after everything, and now she still had to accompany him to social events…Jaime was worried, but since the president had given the order, he didn’t dare to speak up. He just informed him that Mr. Duncan was in Mr. Duncan’s meeting room and that Kendrick could head over as soon as he was ready.
Annabelle’s face turned red. “I can do it myself.”“Alright,” Kendrick replied with a smile.Once she finished changing, Annabelle found she couldn’t recreate the same hairstyle from earlier. Instead, she simply let her hair fall loose. Her soft, long locks, having been previously styled, now had natural waves at the ends.She glanced at Kendrick, who was already dressed neatly, though his hair was a bit tousled. He hadn’t bothered with his tie and had unbuttoned two of his shirt buttons, giving him a charming, rakish look.He raised his gaze and looked at her with a half-smile, a mischievous glint in his eyes that was enough to captivate anyone.Annabelle’s face flushed again, and she lowered her head, but she couldn’t help but smile slightly. Her cheeks were still flushed, and with her crimson-red dress, she looked like a little siren.Kendrick’s eyes darkened as he gazed at her. He had intended to bring her along to meet Elio, but seeing her like this made him reconsider. He didn’t
Seraphina replied, “The Young Master is preparing your next round of medication. Seven days from now, at 8 PM, please wait under the Ferris wheel at Elfhedge’s largest amusement park. He will personally give it to you. Can you go?”Annabelle didn’t hesitate and nodded at Seraphina. “I can go.”Previously, the Young Master had given her a round of medication to help her body recover. She hadn’t felt anything extraordinary after taking it, just that recently she had been more lethargic and sleepy.Of course, it might also be because of someone else’s unrestrained demands…No matter what, the medicine was given by the Young Master, and it was undoubtedly good for her. She would take it as instructed, and Kendrick, even more so than she, was proactive, asking every day if she had remembered to take the medicine.It was indeed time for the second round of treatment. As for how many more rounds there were, she would need to ask the Young Master.Seraphina then reminded her, “The Young Maste
Afterward, Kendrick returned to the car, sitting in the back seat. He took Annabelle's hand and asked, “Why are your hands so cold?”Annabelle moved closer to him and nestled into his arms. “It’s a bit chilly.”Kendrick wrapped his arm around her shoulders, kissed her forehead, and adjusted the air conditioning in the back seat.At that moment, he was even more certain that the person she had spoken with earlier was connected to Ryan.Who else could have made her mood suddenly shift like that, turning her so upset and melancholic?He gently tightened his embrace around her. “Drive.”The car smoothly left the hotel and headed towards their residence.Ryan stood on the balcony, watching as Annabelle’s car disappeared into the distance.Behind him came the sound of high heels clicking. He turned slightly. “Did you tell her everything?”“Mm,” Seraphina paused for a moment, then asked in confusion, “Why didn’t you give Miss Sanchez the medicine tonight?”Ryan looked at the small vial of me
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