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
Kendrick sighed and obediently took off his clothes.Thus, under the moonlight, the two of them stood completely bare, using this incredibly inconvenient—almost primitive—way of bathing. It was a night they would never forget.Since there was still some hot water left, Annabelle placed the basin on a stool, bent down, and washed her hair. Kendrick helped pour water over her head, rinsing away the soap suds.Once her hair was clean, she changed into her pajamas, rubbing her damp hair with a towel as she teased, “Mr. Gregory has probably never seen a woman wash her hair like this, huh?”Kendrick replied, “If I had seen it before, wouldn’t you feel uneasy?”Annabelle didn’t bother arguing with him. Instead, her gaze swept over him.At that moment, Kendrick was shirtless, wearing only a pair of casual shorts.She glanced at his well-defined chest and abs. “Showing off, huh?”Kendrick chuckled and pinched her waist. “You’re not doing so bad yourself, Anna.”Instinctively, Annabelle touched
Located in the southern region, remained warm even at night, with temperatures still hovering around the high twenties.Annabelle was only wearing a silk nightdress, and as Kendrick held her close, tiny beads of sweat began to form on the tip of her nose.“It’s too hot, Kendrick…”She tried to shift away from him, attempting to put some distance between them.However, Kendrick hooked his fingers around her delicate nightdress strap.“Then take it off.”As he spoke, he gently slid the thin strap down her shoulder. Under the dim, golden light, Anna’s fair, delicate skin gleamed like a piece of exquisite jade.Kendrick pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then trailed kisses up her neck.Annabelle’s breathing became unsteady. “Not here…”They were still sitting in the main hall, and even though she knew no one would come, she couldn’t shake the unease.Kendrick let out a low “Alright” before picking her up and carrying her into the eastern wing.The bed was already draped with sheer white cur
Early the next morning, Annabelle heard the faint rustling of clothes. She opened her eyes and saw that Kendrick was already dressed and about to head out.The sky was bright, but the sun had yet to rise.“Kendrick, where are you going?”Kendrick paused mid-step, then returned to the bedside, lifting the canopy and sitting down beside her.“Just taking a walk. It’s still early. If you’re sleepy, go back to sleep for a while.”Annabelle rubbed her eyes and pulled the thin blanket around her chest. Still drowsy, she sat up groggily. “I want to go with you.”Though she was still sleepy, the excitement of being back in her hometown had energized her. She didn’t want to waste time in bed—she wanted to go out and explore.Kendrick considered for two seconds before smiling. “Alright, but hurry and get dressed. If we go to the pier now, we might be able to buy some fresh fish from the fishermen.”Annabelle quickly got dressed and stepped into the courtyard, where she washed her face with the
Annabelle waved at Kendrick with a playful smile. “Mr. Gregory, you’re way too slow~” Kendrick had his phone in hand and captured the moment she turned back to look at him. Perhaps it was because she had returned to the warmth of her grandmother’s home, but she seemed much livelier and more outgoing than usual. Thinking back to half a year ago, she was always on guard—like a wounded little beast, wide-eyed, quietly observing everything around her. At the slightest disturbance, she would either bristle or flee. But now, she was so cheerful. It was like she had become a completely different person. Kendrick suddenly had a rather self-satisfied thought—wasn’t he, at least in part, responsible for this change in her? By then, the little woman had already run back to him, pointing into the distance. “See that flag? The pier is over there. I used to go there with my grandma to buy fish.” Kendrick followed her gaze. Through the mist, a small red flag was faintly visible. He nodded. “
Julissa wondered—could it be that Scott didn’t have a membership card and had used Heather’s instead?She temporarily stepped away from the front desk and sat in the lounge area, trying to figure out what to do next.Technically, she could just call Scott and ask him to bring her in.But she didn’t want to do that. She wanted to show up unannounced, catch them off guard, and completely disrupt their rhythm.And besides, if she were stopped outside and had to wait for Scott to come out and fetch her, it would feel like she had already lost to Heather in terms of presence and pride.So, that plan was a no-go.Should she just wait until they came out? But the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she felt.Why should she waste her time waiting around like this while they got to enjoy their date?Just as she was lost in frustration, a male voice called out to her.“Julissa?”Julissa closed her eyes. She didn’t even need to turn around—the voice alone was enough to know who it was.S
Julissa quickly grabbed Scott’s hand. “Don’t worry about it.”He curled his lips into a smile and obediently let go, then swept her up into his arms and carried her back to the bed…The next morning, Julissa sat up, rubbing her throbbing temples and aching body—only to find the bed empty.Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains onto her body. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Eleven a.m.Crap! She was late!No, this wasn’t just being late—she’d completely skipped work!“Mr. Nichols?” she called toward the bedroom door. No response. Clearly, the big boss had already gone to the office.She reached for her phone by the pillow—then suddenly remembered she’d used it to record video last night. Scott had gone to take a shower, and she’d been so exhausted she’d fallen asleep without even thinking about it.The phone had to still be on the windowsill.Barefoot, she got out of bed and pulled back the curtain. Sure enough, the phone was still there, screen down and nearly burnin
After dinner, they cleaned up the kitchen together. Then Scott went to take a shower, while Julissa headed to the bedroom.She placed her phone on the windowsill, hidden behind the curtain. Only a sheer layer covered it—just enough to keep things from being too explicit. As long as his voice was clearly captured, a blurry image would actually be even better.After all, the last thing she wanted was for every man at his future wedding to see her naked on the big screen.Yes—she was going to record her night with Mr. Nichols.Just like those classic evil ex-girlfriends in dramas, she planned to send the footage straight to his future wife. And better yet—broadcast it at their wedding.Sure, this move was one of those you hurt me, I’ll destroy us both kind of deals.But whatever. She, Julissa, was just a nobody, a little shrimp in the vast sea of high society. Once she left this circle, she could go back to her own little life.Even if she couldn't return to a peaceful life, she would do
Julissa was startled by his sudden move. She quickly turned around and smiled at Scott. “Maybe my period is coming. I’m just feeling a little low.”He paused for a second, as if just realizing what she meant by “period,” then gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.“You girls get emotional because of that?”Julissa forced a small smile. “Of course. We get moody, feel down for no reason, and crave all kinds of heavy flavors.”Scott raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So what’s Julissa craving today?”Julissa immediately sensed where this was going and shot him a glare. “Definitely not what you’re thinking.”“What am I thinking?” Scott’s gaze lingered on her lips, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.Truth be told, Julissa wasn’t in the mood to flirt, so she backed away slightly. “Mr. Nichols, behave yourself…”He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her.Julissa wanted to push him away, but her hands were covered in marinade and seasoning from preparing the fish.
That one sentence struck deep.Instinctively, Julissa glanced at the ring on her left middle finger, thinking of what Scott had said to her.That night, when he gave her the ring, he had told her it wasn’t an engagement ring—just something to wear for now, and that when the time came for a proposal, he would give her something even better.She believed his words.So even though what Mrs. Nichols just said shocked her, and even brought a momentary pang to her chest, she didn’t believe it.“How do you know he won’t marry me?”Honestly, Julissa even wanted to ask, How do you know I’d definitely agree to marry him? A girl’s got her pride too.But now wasn’t the time to nitpick. She just wanted to know where Mrs. Nichols got the confidence to say so definitively that Scott wouldn’t marry her.Mrs. Nichols didn’t seem like the type to lie, and that only made Julissa more determined to find out the truth.“Then I’ll be blunt,” Mrs. Nichols said. “Tomorrow at 7 p.m., he’s going to meet Miss H
Walking beside Mrs. Nichols was another senior executive from the Nichols Group, one of the company’s veterans. The two of them were chatting and laughing, clearly in good spirits.Why is Mrs. Nichols still here? Has she been at the company the whole day?But then again, she was the former president’s wife. It was only natural for her to be on familiar terms with the old guard.Julissa quickly lowered her head, pretending she hadn’t seen anything, hoping Mrs. Nichols hadn’t noticed her either.She scrolled aimlessly through her phone, clearly distracted. She knew she should go up and greet her, but kept telling herself there was no point in exchanging a few perfunctory words. Better to stay in ostrich mode.More importantly, she was feeling guilty—her first impression with her future mother-in-law had been far from ideal. Or maybe it was just that Mrs. Nichols had such an overwhelming presence that Julissa dreaded facing her alone.She couldn’t help but wonder again—what kind of man m
Julissa truly felt like she could never win against this man. Talking to him was like navigating a minefield—one careless step, and she’d fall right into his trap.But it was still working hours, after all. Julissa thought his sudden surge of interest was way too unexpected, leaving her flustered and completely unprepared.“Mr. Nichols, what do you take me for?” she asked, breathless.“What do I take you for?”As each button was slowly undone, Julissa felt like her face was about to combust.“I’m not the kind of woman who’d… who’d just let herself get harassed for a bonus!”“Then just pretend you’re harassing me,” Scott said casually.Julissa blinked. That’s allowed?But actually, if she flipped the roles in her mind—if she imagined herself as the one taking advantage of him—somehow, it felt a bit more tolerable.Scott’s hands didn’t stop moving. They were already at her waist. “Besides,” he murmured, “you went back on your word. There’s got to be a price for that.”Julissa was hot an
Kendrick resumed his earlier position, leaning against the headboard. “The Nichols family still has some unresolved issues—they’re definitely in no place to plan a wedding right now.”“I see…” Annabelle nodded thoughtfully. “But Julissa’s dad also said they had to be together for at least a year before they could get married, just to prevent them from being impulsive.”Kendrick didn’t respond further. He got out of bed and walked around to Annabelle’s side, scooping her up in his arms.“What are you doing now?” Annabelle asked in alarm.Kendrick chuckled helplessly. “Time to wash up, remember? You said your legs were too weak to walk.”…The Next Morning, Times GroupWhen Julissa went to the staff lounge to get water, she overheard her colleagues excitedly chatting about their quarterly bonuses.When they saw her, they couldn't help gossiping. They said that Miss Hickman had been working overtime again and had even completed another project, so her bonus would surely be substantial.J
That morning, after Agatha left the the Whitney Group, she died in a car accident that afternoon.The killer wasn’t Dereon, and it certainly wasn’t Ryan. Since he had promised to let her go, he wasn’t someone who would go back on his word.But Ryan knew exactly who did it—because right after Agatha’s death, he received a phone call.On the other end, the man said coldly, “Little Ryan, this is how you deal with traitors.”Ryan understood—this was a warning. A warning that if he dared to betray them, dared to spare Kendrick again, then whether it was Ryan himself, Anna, or anyone close to him, they’d all end up like Agatha.At this point, it was no longer a matter of wanting to kill Kendrick or not—it was something he had to do.Otherwise, the one who would die… would be him.Ryan downed his drink in one gulp.Dereon continued, “Young Master, I’m grateful you didn’t punish me and only assigned me overseas. But I still don’t think I did anything wrong. And that Sid—how could he possibly