Scott patted the back of her hand, then pulled a document from his briefcase on the couch and handed it to Julissa.Julissa shot him a wary look before opening it.It was—a rental agreement.She skimmed through it quickly. The meaning was clear: Scott wanted to formally rent out his apartment to her.Everything was done according to proper rental procedures—standard terms like “one month deposit, three months’ rent” were listed. The contract was well-formatted and completely legitimate. Everything was filled out, except for the monthly rent, which was left blank. The landlord, Scott, had already signed it with his usual flourish.He passed her his pen and pointed at the signature line:“Just sign here.”Julissa set the pen aside.“I’m not renting your place. This is clearly just a formality.”Scott let out a sigh and began explaining sincerely.First of all, with this contract, if Julissa’s parents ever questioned her, she could show them that she wasn’t freeloading off her boyfriend.
But even with Mr. Nichols being this humble, the little girlfriend still wasn’t satisfied.“Nope, that price is too low. That’d mean I’m taking advantage of you again.”Scott was out of options.“Then you name a price.”Julissa thought for a moment.Should she go with six thousand a month? Or seven?She walked to the living room and sat down on the couch, seriously surveying the apartment.Truth be told, she really liked the place. She knew it was definitely worth 8,000 a month. But come on, they were a couple—there should at least be a friends and family discount, right?As she hesitated, Scott watched her torn expression and gently asked,“Didn’t I already give you a 100,000 monthly salary? Is it not enough?”Why else would she be so hung up over a few thousand in rent?He began wondering if maybe Julissa really didn’t have enough to spend. Should he bump up her bonus? But how much would be appropriate? Too much and she’d definitely refuse. Too little, and it wouldn’t help. It wa
Very soon, Mr. Nichols replied:“Tentatively scheduled for next weekend.”Julissa did a quick mental calculation. There was still a bit more than a week left, and that gave her a small sense of relief.Thinking back to what Scott had said earlier that day, she quickly typed out a message and hit send:“Why do you think your mom wouldn’t like me?”On the other end, it seemed like Scott was thinking it over.The screen showed “typing…” for a bit, then it disappeared.Julissa frowned.Was he typing something and then deleted it?What could he possibly not want to say directly?Just as she was wondering, a message came through:“My mom doesn’t like girls who are too pretty.”Julissa touched her face and then giggled at her phone.Sure, Scott’s mom might have some... peculiar standards for a daughter-in-law, but hey—being complimented by Mr. Nichols, even indirectly, was still pretty sweet.She replied with a bashful emoji:“Am I that pretty?”But Scott didn’t take the bait.His next messa
Annabelle shook her head in confusion. The last time she had been to her grandmother’s house was when she was a child, more than a decade ago. As a kid, how could she possibly remember something like a fuse?“But we can try the west annex room. If I’m not mistaken, the tools should be in the cupboard inside. If there’s a fuse, it might be there too.”“Alright.” Kendrick took the flashlight from her hand and led her out of the hallway, through the small courtyard, to the door of the annex room.As soon as the door opened, the smell of dust hit them.Old memories immediately surged into Annabelle’s mind.The last time she had been here, it was for her grandmother’s funeral. After the ceremony, Annabelle had gone back to the city with her parents. Not long after, she had experienced a house fire and hadn’t returned since.Nothing in the house had changed, which showed that after her grandmother passed away, her parents hadn’t touched anything in the room.As for whether her parents had v
The weather was good that night. The sky was clear, and the stars shone brilliantly.Annabelle looked up at the sky and sighed, "Ever since moving to the city, I’ve rarely seen such a starry night."Kendrick watched her childlike expression, feeling the urge to ruffle her hair. But noticing his hands were covered in dust, he got up and walked to the well to wash them with clean water from the basin.Then, he took the hot water from a small gas stove and poured a cup for Anna."You kept thinking about coming back home. Are you happy now?"Annabelle glanced at him with a smile but soon revealed a hint of sadness."If only Grandma were still here… She would’ve definitely liked you."Kendrick replied without hesitation, "Of course she would.""Not humble at all," Annabelle glared at him, though her eyes were full of amusement."I'm just complimenting your good taste, Anna.""Hmph, so full of yourself!"Kendrick didn’t deny it. He poured himself a cup of water and looked at the little woma
Anna’s grandfather’s family, the Castillos, had once been a prominent household. However, after certain national reforms, they gradually declined.Even so, her grandfather’s brothers later established their own businesses in the city. Despite her grandfather’s passing, the Castillo family could have easily provided a better place for Anna’s grandmother to live.Yet, her grandmother chose to return to her hometown.Did this mean she no longer wished to be involved with the Castillo family?Perhaps Anna’s grandfather truly had done something that broke her grandmother’s heart.As for the grudges and entanglements of the past, Kendrick had never investigated them. After all, it was a story from two generations ago—likely unrelated to Anna’s later hardships.After some thought, he decided not to pursue the topic further and instead asked, "Did you visit your grandmother’s place often as a child?"Talking about her grandmother’s home made Anna’s mood lighter.She nodded at Kendrick. "I cam
Annabelle recalled how she used to bathe as a child. Walking to the well in the courtyard, she said, a little embarrassed, “Grandma never liked modern appliances. She didn’t have a water heater or anything like that. I used to just bathe here with a basin of water.” Kendrick frowned and walked over to the well. “You mean, when you were little, you just stood here in the courtyard and bathed… completely naked?” Anna nodded and spread her hands. “What else could I do? There wasn’t another option.” Kendrick glanced around. The walls were low, and there were gaps in them. If someone wanted to peek, it wouldn’t be difficult at all. Seeing him looking around suspiciously, Anna reassured him, “No one was watching. Don’t worry.” “How do you know?” “You saw it yourself when we arrived. There are hardly any young people left in this village, only elderly folks. And at this hour, everyone’s asleep. No one’s going to sneak over to peep at Mr. Gregory taking a bath,” she teased. Kendrick,
Kendrick was smoking again.Was it because he was exhausted from the long journey today and needed to relax, or was something on his mind?But he had excellent self-control—he never indulged in smoking excessively. Just an occasional cigarette or two.Through the old window from her childhood, Annabelle watched him standing in the familiar courtyard where she used to cool off on summer nights. She found herself lost in thought.After arriving in South City, Kendrick had changed into a casual summer outfit. He was now wearing a dark-colored polo shirt and a pair of relaxed shorts. With his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, he looked like a walking fashion model.Now, with a cigarette between his fingers, he took a slow drag. Even the way he flicked off the ash looked inexplicably attractive.Hiding inside the room, she secretly watched him—just like when she was a child, secretly admiring a distant, unattainable older boy.And he was a bit unattainable.His expensive casual
Agatha’s face turned deathly pale. “Dereon, I didn’t!”Sid let out a cold snort. “At first, when we didn’t see Annabelle, you tried to seduce Kendrick directly. You wanted to sleep with him, then turn around and cling to him as his mistress, living a worry-free life, didn’t you?”Agatha shook her head in panic, glancing between Sid and Dereon. “No, I didn’t. That’s not true.”She anxiously grabbed Dereon’s arm. “Dereon, don’t listen to his nonsense. I was just thinking, if I could seduce Kendrick and sleep with him first, then when he dies, it would solidify the story that he forced himself on a waitress!”“If it were that easy, why would we wait until today to act?” Dereon stepped closer to her. “That Kendrick, like the young master, has long been bewitched by Annabelle and doesn’t even glance at other women. That’s why I arranged for you to hide in the room and fake the scene after he died.”Just mentioning Annabelle ignited a fire in Dereon’s chest.What Kendrick thought of Annabel
Annabelle walked out of the bedroom and came over to the dining table, standing in front of Kendrick.Kendrick was cutting into a plate of German sausage and hadn’t started eating yet. He looked up at her and smiled, “Why are you back again? Don’t want me to eat?”Caught red-handed, Annabelle felt a little embarrassed.Still, she reached out, took his hand, and set down the knife. “How about… you lie down with me for a bit first, and then I’ll eat with you?”Kendrick looked at her, amusement flickering in his eyes.His gaze made her face flush with heat, and even her breathing grew unsteady.“Anna, if you want the ox to work, you have to feed it first.”Her cheeks turned even redder. “That’s not what I meant…”Laughing, Kendrick pulled her into his arms, settling her on his lap. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he said, “After sleeping in the same bed for so many days, if I still can’t tell what you want, wouldn’t that be a waste of all that sleep?”He whispered the last part again
Kendrick sighed against her shoulder, clearly reluctant, but still got out of bed, buttoned up his shirt, and went to open the door.Annabelle followed him out, intending to grab a glass of water.As the door opened, she glanced over—turns out it really was room service.A male staff member was pushing a food cart, and a female staff member stood in front of it, holding a dry-cleaned suit in her arms.“Mr. Gregory, sorry to disturb you. This is the breakfast you ordered, and your clothes have been cleaned as well,” the female staff member said in a gentle, soft-spoken voice.Annabelle couldn’t help but glance at her. The woman was wearing a red hotel uniform skirt set, with an alluring figure, good looks, and a refined demeanor—clearly more polished than the average staff member.Normally, Annabelle would appreciate a pretty girl with a quick glance and move on.But this woman made her frown—and made her stay in the living room instead of heading back to the bedroom after finishing he
Annabelle’s face flushed bright red.What the VP was implying—any adult could understand.She could feel the ambiguous gazes of the others, making her even more embarrassed.Kendrick gave a cold “tsk” and glanced at his vice president. “If you can’t come up with a good idea later, I’m holding you responsible.”“lol, no problem!”he replied heartily.Kendrick looked at Annabelle and smiled. “Come on, I’ll take you to the room.”He took her hand and led her into the bedroom.Once the door closed, Annabelle hurriedly explained, “I didn’t know you were in a meeting—mmph…”Before she could finish, Kendrick had already pinned her against the door, capturing her lips in a deep, heated kiss.Annabelle couldn’t handle such intensity and felt like she was suffocating. She lightly patted his shoulder, signaling him to stop.Kendrick pulled back just slightly, his lips still brushing hers as he whispered, “Anna, I’m really happy you came to see me.”She lowered her head, biting her lip, but he gen
Dereon wore a black baseball cap, head down, looking rushed as he headed toward the boarding gate.He was about to board a flight to North City.His phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he answered, “Young Master, I’m about to board… understood…”At that moment, a familiar figure brushed past him. Dereon paused, frowning as he turned to look back.The crowd was bustling with passengers preparing to board. That fleeting figure was now nowhere to be seen. Had he imagined it?But even if it really was Annabelle, she was walking in the opposite direction of the boarding line, which meant she wasn’t getting on this flight.As long as she didn’t interfere, everything would be fine.He continued the call, “Yes, I’m listening, Young Master… Don’t worry. Tomorrow morning, just wait and watch the news.”After hanging up, he proceeded with the check-in process alongside the crowd.Dereon had booked an economy class ticket. Once on the plane, he turned off his phone and began mentally reviewing ev
Julissa curled herself into the blanket.For Scott, that bar was the place they first met—perhaps even where he fell in love with her at first sight. It was a beautiful memory.But for Julissa, it remained a grey area she had never managed to escape.Whenever she thought about how a stranger had taken her to a hotel that night, how she had lost her virginity there, and might have even been photographed or recorded, her scalp tingled with regret and dread.She used to want revenge on that gigolo, but now, the thing she feared most was encountering him again.She just hoped that incident would stay buried in the past, never to be mentioned again.She held up her left hand in front of her eyes, using the moonlight streaming through the window to look at the ring Scott had given her. She really liked him—loved him—and she hoped he would never find out about that foolish mistake she had made...After leaving the bedroom, Scott went to the dining room. He poured himself half a glass of whis
Julissa looked at him timidly, seemingly wanting to comfort him but not knowing where to start.She bit her lip and carefully asked, “Did you have a fight with Auntie?”“You heard something?”Julissa’s eyes became even more nervous. “Mr. Nichols, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. Please don’t be mad…”Only then did Scott realize that he had sounded a bit harsh due to his anxiety, and it had clearly scared her.“Fool, I’m not blaming you.” He pulled Julissa into his arms. “What did you hear?”“I just heard you say that when Julian had a high fever as a child, you took him to get an IV and stuff…”Scott let out a sigh of relief. It seemed like Julissa had only heard the latter part.As long as she didn’t hear the earlier part.Earlier, when he arrived at the apartment building, he had deliberately tricked her, saying he wasn’t coming back, just to play a joke on her—but he ended up scaring her to tears.That’s when he realized that Julissa had been hurt before by Liam and lacked a sense of se
Julissa immediately said, “I’ve got a great memory, Mr. Nichols, so don’t you go back on your word.”“I won’t. I’ll give it to you in a bit.”Julissa had been eagerly waiting for so long, but he was still teasing her. She wasn’t happy about that. “Mr. Nichols, if your ‘little surprise’ isn’t worth at least a few hundred thousand, you’ll owe me big time for all this waiting.”Scott chuckled, “Isn’t that a bit low of a bar? Just a few hundred thousand is enough?”Julissa ignored him. To a capitalist like him, money was just a meaningless number—completely irrational. What she really wanted to know now was: what exactly was this surprise gift?Since he said he’d give it to her later, it had to be a physical item.“Mr. Nichols, just let me see it now, please? Why wait? I’ve been waiting all night!”But no matter how she pouted or pleaded, Scott stayed calm and composed. He simply said, “Be good. I’ll give it to you once we’re in bed.”Julissa started wondering—what kind of gift could only
Julissa cast a sidelong glance at the takeout bags. One large box of fried chicken, two cans of premixed peach cocktails—her favorite—and… a bowl of Frozen yogurt?Wait. Frozen yogurt?She remembered eyeing it longingly when they passed that shop on the way home. She hadn’t said a word though, especially once Mr. Nichols had already driven past. She hadn’t had the heart to ask him to turn back.But clearly, he’d noticed.Looking at Scott again, the fury in her heart had significantly waned.He pulled out the yogurt and looked at her with an arched brow. “Not eating, huh?”Julissa huffed and turned her head away dramatically.As if she'd surrender to the wicked capitalist for just a bowl of yogurt.Scott shrugged, “Guess I’ll eat it, then. Can’t let it melt. Would be a waste.”She rolled her eyes inwardly. As if he—Mr. Perfectionist—would ever stoop to eating something as common as a street snack.But then… he actually started eating it.Julissa's brows furrowed as she peeked at him. H