Most of the women hoped to dance with Gauge or Kendrick. Of course, some models were eyeing the opportunity to cozy up to the director, hoping a little charm might score them a future acting gig.In short, despite the simplicity of the game, everyone had their own motives.As the girls drew their slips and read the names aloud, many tried to sound excited, even though Annabelle could tell their enthusiasm wasn’t entirely genuine. The odds weren’t in their favor, and most didn't end up with the partner they had hoped for.Still, out of basic politeness, they accepted their dance partners with forced smiles. No one wanted to be that person who showed disappointment or disdain — that would just be poor manners.That said, some of the more self-important models made no effort to hide their discontent. After the obligatory handshake and pleasantries, they immediately let their faces drop, visibly annoyed to be paired with mere crew members.Watching this unfold, Annabelle inwardly scoffed.
Every girl who opened a slip of paper carried Annabelle’s anxious heart along with them.She had thought she didn’t care, but when the moment came, she realized she truly didn’t want Kendrick dancing with any other woman—especially not those young models from Willie Company!But then another thought crossed her mind. This game was something Mr. Gregory had willingly participated in, and he seemed to be enjoying himself. Maybe he actually wanted to dance with someone else?With that in mind, Annabelle haughtily turned her head away, refusing to watch any more of the girls drawing their lots.Yet, from the excited screams, she knew—someone had drawn Kendrick’s name.She cast a casual glance over and saw a young girl with her hair tied in a bun. She was from the Murphy production team, part of the costume and props department.Annabelle remembered her—her name was Ellie, a fresh graduate from a prestigious university in China, majoring in fashion design. Now, she was interning as a costu
Kendrick was reaching the limit of his patience—he could hardly resist the urge to scoop up his little rabbit and take her home right now.But since he had already agreed to play this game, leaving abruptly wouldn’t just be unsportsmanlike—it would be downright rude.Fine. He’d let his little rabbit play around a bit longer. He wanted to see just how long it would take before she finally remembered that he was still a patient and maybe—just maybe—gave him a little attention.Though Kendrick’s expression remained blank, Jaime Vazquez, standing beside him, could feel the icy chill radiating from him.The cold air around them was practically biting.Jaime Vazquez silently complained in his heart. This wasn’t Ms. Sanchez’s fault—it was all because Mr. Gregory was being stubborn.If he had just walked over earlier when Mr. Murphy carried her on his back and taken her away, brought her home, and asked her properly what had happened, none of this would be an issue.But no—he had to make thin
Annabelle and Gauge were in the third group, so they still had to wait.Watching Kendrick step into the center with another girl, Annabelle pursed her lips unhappily, lowered her head, and simply decided not to watch.Gauge glanced at her and sighed. “If you didn’t want him to dance with someone else, you shouldn’t have acted so generous earlier.”Annabelle didn’t respond. She just lowered her head and played with the sand, her mind buzzing—maybe from the strong sea breeze.Just as Malina was about to play the music, Kendrick’s voice rang out.In a calm tone with a hint of apology, he explained to the crowd that he had accidentally cut himself while surfing two days ago, and since the wound hadn’t fully healed, it wouldn’t be suitable for him to engage in intense movement. Fortunately, his partner, Ellie, was skilled in solo dance, so he proposed that instead of dancing, he would play the accompaniment for her performance.Annabelle lifted her head, her eyes shining as she looked over
His gaze was deep, with a hint of satisfaction, as if he had seen through all of her thoughts just now.Annabelle’s face suddenly grew hot, and she quickly lowered her head.That sly fox was definitely laughing at her for being infatuated...The voting results for this round came as no surprise—Kendrick and Ellie were undoubtedly the best performers.While Annabelle had been completely engrossed in Kendrick’s guitar performance, Ellie had won over the audience with her dance.She performed a jazz routine. Though she looked like a sweet and innocent girl, her dance was wild and full of energy, incredibly captivating.So, their victory was well deserved.Annabelle’s eyes were still on Kendrick—not because she was mesmerized by him, but because she had noticed something when he stood up earlier.His expression had been a little stiff.Had he pulled at his wound while playing?After all, playing the guitar meant holding it close to his body, which could have strained the injury on his che
Having lost first place, Ada was reminded of another painful defeat—losing the endorsement deal for Murphy Jewelry.She looked over at Annabelle.Everyone was congratulating Annabelle on winning third place, which meant she could stay on the island for five more days with her husband.Some people even urged Kendrick to make sure he kept his promise.Ada clenched her fists.That woman had stolen all the attention from her.As a famous model, she was now being overshadowed, treated like an insignificant nobody.She was fuming inside, wanting to throw a few mocking words at Annabelle, but with both Willie and Kendrick around, she had no choice but to hold back.All she could do was grit her teeth silently.Honestly, Annabelle also felt like her prize was a bit unnecessary.It was sponsored by Kendrick—five extra days on the island.The money was coming out of his pocket anyway, so wasn’t this just shifting funds within their own household?But the real issue was that she didn’t even want
“I… just… stepped on something…” Annabelle spoke in broken sentences, struggling as she hopped along.“I’m injured myself, so I can’t carry you,” Kendrick said coldly.Annabelle glanced at him.His tone was icy, clearly intentional—he was still upset about Gauge carrying her earlier.But she could tell that, beneath his annoyance, he was more worried about her than anything else.It wasn’t that he didn’t want to carry her—he simply couldn’t because of his own injury.“It’s just a small wound, it’s fine. I don’t need to be carried,” she reassured him.“Oh? But you had no problem letting Mr. Murphy carry you?”Annabelle wanted to bite her own tongue. “I meant… you don’t have to worry…”Kendrick didn’t respond. Instead, he suddenly stopped walking.“Lift your foot. Let me see.”“No need, let’s just hurry back. The rain’s getting heavier.”Annabelle tried to hop forward again, but Kendrick pulled her back under the umbrella.He shoved the umbrella handle into her hand, then bent down and
Annabelle opened her mouth, wanting to ask if he was okay.But she knew—no matter how many times she said, Put me down, I can walk by myself, Kendrick wouldn't let go.Unless he passed out.Forget it. She decided to stay quiet and let him carry her peacefully, not wanting to distract him.But why did this path feel so long?Would they ever get there?Could Kendrick really hold on?Just as a flood of emotions surged in her heart, he spoke first.“How did you even get hurt?”Annabelle replied, “Mm… I wasn’t wearing shoes on the beach and stepped on broken glass.”“Why weren’t you wearing shoes?”“Sand gets inside. It’s uncomfortable…” She glanced at him worriedly. “You should put me down.”“No.”His chest wound ached, but he refused to show weakness in front of her.He didn’t want her to think that Gauge was more reliable than him.To distract himself from the pain, he decided to keep talking.“When you saw someone else trying to dance with me… were you jealous?”Annabelle’s first insti
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