After ending the call with Eleanor, Kendrick pondered over the events from the previous night.He had already suspected that Lila was behind the poisoning, but he wasn’t sure if Annabelle’s parents were involved.Regardless, when Gavyn had introduced Lila to him and clearly tried to match-make them, Kendrick had already developed a strong dislike for Annabelle’s parents.The things they had done in the past, and even their attempts to introduce other women to him last night, all seemed like things a loving parent would never do to their own daughter.However, Kendrick hadn’t yet found any concrete evidence to investigate Annabelle’s parents. For now, he couldn’t jump to any conclusions.Whatever the outcome, Kendrick was beginning to understand why it had been so difficult for Annabelle to trust him.If her own parents treated her this way, how could she expect to trust anyone else?Except, of course, for Ryan.With this thought, Kendrick dialed Elio’s number.“Have you looked into it
Scott’s face stiffened, and he didn’t say another word, handing her the phone.Julissa sat up, swallowed nervously, cleared her throat, and tried to sound as if she wasn’t still groggy. “Mom…” But the tremble in her voice betrayed her nervousness.Her mother then began the soul-searching interrogation: Who is he? Where are you? What did you do last night?Julissa answered truthfully: He’s a friend. I’m at a hotel. Nothing happened last night!As she said this, she pulled back the blanket to double-check, only to find herself in the nude, her body sore. She realized that maybe “nothing” wasn’t entirely true.Rubbing her temples, she glanced over at Scott, who was sitting by the window, smoking. He glanced back at her with an enigmatic smile, and Julissa’s mind went blank.What exactly had happened last night? Did she sleep with him, or did he sleep with her? She could only remember drunkenly touching someone’s chest… Could it be that she had actually slept with Scott?That would be so
After that, Julissa’s father took the call. Julissa, afraid of her dad, sniffled a couple of times, then called out quietly, "Dad."Although she was heartbroken over her breakup, which was understandable, her father would certainly not overlook the fact that she stayed at a hotel with another man.What surprised Julissa was that her father didn’t lash out and tell her to come home and face the consequences. Instead, he said, "Your mother and I won’t force you to reconcile with Liam anymore. We’ll give you space and let you make your own decisions."Her father’s sudden warmth and understanding made Julissa feel truly heartbroken. She had been resentful toward her parents, but now, she didn't feel that way anymore."Dad, I don’t want to dwell on the past. I’m looking forward.""Good. Now, tell me who the young man was who was with you last night. If he’s your serious boyfriend, bring him home to meet us."Uh, how did the topic circle back to this? Julissa quickly explained that nothing
"Ah, sorry."Apologizing, Julissa quickly rushed out of the wardrobe, slapping her face to calm herself. She felt so hot and flustered, regretting her careless behavior.She couldn’t keep staring at a guy with such a good physique, could she?Considering her relationship with Scott, she should keep her distance and maintain boundaries.Thinking back, when she was drunk last night, she had probably mistaken Scott for the escort and even touched his abs. He must think she’s a total fangirl now…She sighed and covered her face, regretting drinking so much. From now on, no more alcohol.After Scott finished changing, he walked out of the wardrobe with a dark aura, ready to leave the suite.Julissa hurriedly stopped him. "Wait, Mr. Nichols, there’s something I need to confirm."Scott paused, turned to look at her. What did she need to confirm? A trace of expectation flashed through his heart.To his surprise, Julissa asked, "When do I need to check out? Can I sleep a little longer?"She st
After lunch, the two didn't return to the hotel but headed straight to the airport. The original plan was to take Kendrick's private plane back to Elfhedge. However, there were some last-minute issues with the flight approval, and the plane couldn’t take off. Jaime scrambled to coordinate alternative flights, but, unfortunately, there were no available seats.The only option left to return that day was by train.At this moment, Elio called Annabelle, asking if she had left Shadelake. Annabelle explained the situation to him, and Elio immediately said, "That's perfect, I'm heading to Elfhedge too. I've just arrived at the airport, and you can take my plane back."Annabelle was delighted and Mr. Duncan Elio to wait a moment while she asked Kendrick's opinion.When Kendrick heard her mention Elio, he looked at her in confusion. "What’s going on?"Annabelle covered the microphone and whispered, "It’s Elio. He's also flying to Elfhedge and said we could join him on his plane."Kendrick narr
Looking at the man beside her, Kendrick met her gaze. He had a slight smile, but his eyes were filled with warning.Annabelle couldn’t understand. Was there something wrong with wishing Elio success in his confession? Or was it because she had taken his pulse that Kendrick was feeling jealous?Sighing inwardly, Annabelle felt helpless living with the "lemon king" himself.After a while, Annabelle unbuckled her seatbelt and went to the restroom. This gave Elio the chance to speak with Kendrick."About the project I mentioned earlier, Mr. Gregory, have you given it any thought?""I’m not interested," Kendrick replied coldly.Elio raised an eyebrow. "Oh? But it’s a ten-billion-dollar project. It’s just the solution you need right now."Kendrick gave a faint smile, then coldly added, "I’m a businessman, and I like making money, but not by selling my woman."Elio had proposed using a ten-billion-dollar Shadelake real estate project in exchange for Annabelle’s freedom. If Kendrick and Annab
Rewind to when Annabelle was 14 years old. Elio, then just 20, appeared to her as nothing more than a frail little beggar.The beggar’s injuries had healed, and he was set to leave Springvale Temple the next day. On the night before his departure, he asked Annabelle to draw something on the scar on his chest.While she was drawing, the beggar asked, "If I become successful in the future and can grant you one wish, what would you want?"It was summer at the time, and the house often leaked when it rained. There were also bugs everywhere. Annabelle replied, “I just want a clean and comfortable house.”The beggar smiled and said, "If I were to give you a house, what kind would you want?"Annabelle thought it was just the fantasy of two poor people imagining a better future, saying things that were unrealistic. Since it was a fantasy, she didn’t give it much thought and dreamed, "I’d want a house where I can open the window and see mountains in the distance and water close by, with a litt
Hearing Elio refer to him as "your husband" made Annabelle realize that maybe he no longer had any attachments to her.She looked at the document in her hand. "What is this?""He’ll know when he sees it," Elio said.Annabelle didn’t understand their business dealings, so she didn’t ask any more questions. She thought it was just a message for her to deliver and carefully stored the contract.The two of them walked around the garden. When they were about to leave, Elio handed her a small leather pouch, about the size of his palm.Inside were the keys and access card for the garden."I originally planned for this to be our new home, but since you’re already married, consider it a wedding gift for you."He had always harbored affection for Annabelle and was deeply grateful to her. So he wouldn’t force her but would only wish her happiness. If she ever needed anything, he would always stand by her.But the gift was too grand, too valuable, and Annabelle refused to accept it.Finally, Elio
The lighting in the home theater was dim. The plush double leather recliner could be laid flat to form a small double bed. But it wasn’t an actual bed—any movement on it caused it to creak.Annabelle didn’t dare to move much, but Kendrick was unbothered. Holding her by the waist and brushing his lips against hers, he chuckled lowly, “What are you afraid of? It won’t collapse.”She looked at him, the corners of her eyes still wet from tears shed during the movie. She was actually quite tired today. She also remembered explaining just last night that during their efforts to conceive, they shouldn’t be too frequent. But knowing he’d be leaving that night, she couldn’t help but hold him tightly—and soon stopped thinking about anything else.Afterward, Annabelle lay in Kendrick’s arms, a thin blanket draped over her.They lay in silence for a while before Kendrick gently stroked her arm and asked, “Feeling better now?”Annabelle smiled softly but then became suspicious. She half-sat up and
Annabelle nodded glumly. “Then at least message me when you land tomorrow.”“I will,” Kendrick said, patting her thigh gently. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep reporting in to my wife.”Annabelle quickly pushed his hand away. “Keep your hands on the wheel.”Kendrick withdrew his hand but gave her a long, affectionate look, a small smile playing on his lips.That night, after returning home, Annabelle stuck to the plan and made beef noodles.The beef had already been braised by Uncle Trey. All she had to do was boil enough noodles for two and pour the meat and broth on top.Even someone not too skilled in the kitchen like her could pull that off.Once the food was ready, Annabelle didn’t have much of an appetite. She only ate a few strands of noodles and sipped a bit of soup.Kendrick’s bowl, on the other hand, was much more lavish—noodles topped with generous slices of beef, two stalks of greens, and a fried egg she’d made just for him.Looking at the hearty meal before him, Kendrick grinned.
“You guys actually fought before?” Annabelle asked in surprise.Kendrick chuckled. “I was the one who beat him up.”He went on to explain that Sean was Uncle Trey’s little nephew. When Sean was in elementary school, no one looked after him during summer breaks, so Uncle Trey would bring him to the Gregory residence to stay for a couple of months. Back then, Sean was like a stubborn little ox. If Uncle Trey said one thing, he’d argue right back. One time, Kendrick happened to overhear and gave him a good beating. After that, he became much more obedient.Later, when Sean started middle school, he stopped coming around. Years passed, and Kendrick only heard from Uncle Trey in passing that Sean had opened a gym.Come to think of it, it had been over a decade since he’d seen the guy—no wonder he didn’t recognize him at first.Hearing all this, Annabelle couldn’t help but marvel at how small the world was, and how fate worked in strange ways. At the same time, she felt a sense of relief.S
Just thinking about her photo being stored on that man’s phone made Annabelle feel extremely uncomfortable.Especially when he said he’d “treasure” her photo with that flirty, ambiguous expression—it made her deeply irritated.God knows what he plans to do with that picture. She didn’t even want to imagine it.“Delete my photo. Now.”“Alright, alright, I’ll delete it when I get back,” Sean dodged casually. “Okay, I won’t tease you anymore. Go on and wait for your husband. I’m heading out.”He turned as if to walk into the rain, but suddenly paused and looked back at her.“Oh right—earlier this afternoon, I overheard a young model downstairs on the phone. She said something like, ‘I don’t want to go too far. After all, I have no grudge against Annabelle.’”Annabelle frowned. “Which model?”“Think her name was Dale.” Sean paused. “I don’t really know what she meant, but it didn’t sound good. Don’t you have that runway show tomorrow? Just be careful.”With that, he waved and jogged off i
“I didn’t!” Annabelle responded immediately.“Then why do you look like you just did something bad?”Annabelle didn’t expect him to see through her that easily. With no other choice, she confessed everything.“Really, it’s nothing. I just ran into the Young Master earlier, and he helped me out with something. I was afraid you’d be upset if I told you.”But she *definitely* didn’t do anything to betray him. Besides, she felt completely open and honest when facing the Young Master—nothing to feel guilty about.Kendrick’s gaze darkened slightly. “What did he help you with?”Annabelle sighed. Since she’d started explaining, she decided to tell him everything.“Some people were talking behind my back, and I overheard it. I wanted to confront them, but just then the Young Master showed up and stepped in for me.”Kendrick stared straight ahead, silent for a couple of seconds before asking, “How did he ‘step in’?”“He pretended to be my lawyer...”Annabelle recounted what happened, then cauti
Ryan lowered his hand, slid it into his pocket, and the smile at the corner of his lips gradually faded. He said calmly:"In the future, if you ever run into a situation like that again, be more careful. The corridor earlier had barely anyone around and was in a camera blind spot. If those girls really wanted to gang up on you, how could you handle the three of them alone?"Anna gave an awkward smile. "I was just too angry and acted impulsively. I didn’t think it through. Thank you for helping me earlier."Ryan gave a slight smile. "No need to thank me. We... are friends, after all."Anna nodded earnestly, then suddenly thought of something and said, "By the way, Young Master, I saw an old photo in a magazine just now. It was of a little kid, probably five or six years old, and he looked a lot like you."Ryan’s brows furrowed slightly. His fingers clenched tightly in his pocket, but he quickly forced a smile. "Really? Which magazine was it?""It was a finance magazine, right there on
The article described Ryan, the president of the the Whitney Group, known as "Mr. Whitney"—the latest heir of the Whitney family. Due to poor health in his youth, he was once sent abroad by his uncle to recover in a sanatorium.No one expected this seemingly forgotten heir to return with massive capital and directly replace his uncle as the new president of the the Whitney Group.To this day, this capable young president has never appeared in the public eye, nor has his appearance been revealed. Some say he’s ugly, others say he’s handsome. The mystery surrounding him only fuels more curiosity.Recently, someone obtained a childhood photo of him from his uncles. Judging by that photo, Mr. Whitney was likely a good-looking child.Annabelle stared blankly at the photo after reading the description. The boy in the picture looked about five or six years old. Though he wore a smile, his eyes were melancholic, and his expression was restrained—the kind of smile that felt heavy.What shocked
After Jaime left, Kendrick picked up his phone and left a comment under the most trending post:“I actually wish you wouldn’t try so hard. Rely on me a little more, and maybe you wouldn’t fall so many times. ”He tagged Anna’s account.This was his genuine reaction after watching the video compilations.The moment he posted it, it instantly became a hot topic.Although Kendrick rarely used his social media—mostly posting formal content about events or appearances—he was still a massive influencer with a huge following.His comment quickly gained thousands of likes and drew tons of replies from fans and netizens.“In a lover’s eyes, there’s no embarrassment, only heartache.”“She’s working so hard. Shame on the brainless haters!”“So what if she’s pretty and married to a rich, handsome guy? Not jealous at all! (fake smile emoji)”…Meanwhile, Annabelle was in the dressing room, waiting for the rehearsal to start.Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned and saw one of the models
Annabelle turned back. "What is it?"Kendrick looked into her eyes. "Anna, you don’t need to be afraid of anything."Just that one simple sentence filled Annabelle’s heart with a warmth only he could bring.So, he had understood all those hidden feelings she hadn’t even voiced.She withdrew her hand from the door handle and bit her lip. "Sometimes I wonder… taking on such a major brand endorsement—am I overestimating myself?""Why would you think that?"Anna’s gaze drifted past the car window, through the hotel lobby’s glass facade, and onto the people inside."Look at them. All the girls sitting in there are exceptional. They’ve worked incredibly hard to get a spot at Lin’s press conference. And me… I’ve only had a little over a month of crash training..."Kendrick sighed, gently brushing his hand over her cheek. He told her those girls were excellent models. After all, only the best in the industry get to walk in a Murphy Jewelry show.But that didn’t mean they were fit to be the br