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. “
Back at Springvale Temple, Annabelle had mysteriously fainted in the mountains once as well. But unlike the dense forest of her childhood experience, the temple’s surroundings weren’t heavily wooded, nor was the air particularly thin.At the time, it was Young Master who had saved her, speculating that she might have an allergy to some plant. But that was just a guess.Since Kendrick disliked hearing her mention Young Master, she didn’t bring it up further. Instead, she joked, “Maybe I’m actually a fish—not really suited for life on land like you humans.”Kendrick took her hand, making her stop in front of him. He looked at her face seriously and said, “Let me see, where are Anna’s gills?”“You think I’d let you see them so easily?” Annabelle blinked mysteriously. “I keep them hidden.”Kendrick kissed her cheek before continuing, “Have you ever run into any other dangers?”Annabelle thought for a moment, then shook her head. “Not really.”Most of her memories at her grandmother’s hous
Anna nodded regretfully after hearing that. "I see..."Vincent glanced at the fish she was carrying and chuckled, "Why did you buy so little? Wait here, I’ll get you a couple more.""Hey, no need, bro—"Before Annabelle could finish, Vincent had already sprinted off in his rubber fishing boots.The next moment, Anna felt someone squeeze her hand."Hm?"She turned to look at Kendrick, thinking he had something to say.With a smile on his lips—but a hint of gritted teeth in his tone—he said, "I’m older than you by a few years, yet you never call me by my name?"Annabelle was momentarily stunned before realizing—this guy was jealous.The key issue was that this wasn’t the first time he had demanded to be called closely. There was even a time when he insisted she call him that—which was so disgustingly cheesy she couldn’t handle it.So she decided to mess with him. "You keep making me call you brother… Be careful, or we might actually become real siblings."Kendrick let out a chuckle. "Re
Although it felt a little rude to decline, Annabelle still thought it over and said to Vincent,“I might have something going on tonight. Maybe next time, when I get the chance, I’ll visit your place.”She and Vincent were just childhood playmates. When they bumped into each other at the dock earlier, she hadn’t even recognized him right away.To say they had a deep bond—well, not really.Most of those childhood memories had already faded, leaving behind only a few amusing fragments.Plus, Anna wasn’t the type who liked dropping by people’s houses. This time, she’d come to visit her grandma’s, and all she wanted was a peaceful couple of days with Kendrick.And more importantly—Kendrick was already jealous.If the roles were reversed and Kendrick bumped into some childhood little sister and insisted on bringing her home for dinner, Annabelle wouldn’t be thrilled either.So, nope. She wasn’t going over to that "little brother’s" house for dinner.Vincent’s eyes dimmed for a second, but
After returning home, the two of them started cleaning the fish they had bought.Annabelle thought Kendrick wouldn’t be good at such tasks and was ready to teach him. But to her surprise, he was even more skilled than she was. In the end, she became the young master’s assistant.At the same time, she couldn’t help but wonder: Was Kendrick’s experience with daily life too extensive?By all rights, he was a privileged young master—he probably never had to do any chores growing up. Later, as a CEO, he likely had no time even if he wanted to do them. But the way he handled things now made it seem like he had lived this kind of simple life before.A sudden image popped into Annabelle’s mind: Kendrick with another woman, helping her dress warmly, cooking for her…She suddenly realized that Kendrick seemed to know everything about her now, while she still only had a hazy understanding of his past.Her cheeks puffed out slightly as she brooded.Kendrick needed her help scooping water to rinse
When Kendrick saw the person in the distance, his pupils shrank.Earlier that morning, he and Anna had taken a detour down the mountain and rested halfway. At that time, they’d seen an off-road vehicle, and the man who got out had looked familiar. Kendrick had thought he resembled Gauge, but since he hadn’t seen clearly and figured Gauge wouldn’t show up in a place like this, he didn’t give it much thought.Now it seemed he hadn’t been mistaken—it really was that guy.But the real question was—why was Gauge suddenly here?Had he come chasing after Anna?Anna was also quite surprised to see Gauge and muttered to herself, “Gauge came too?”“You didn’t tell him?” Kendrick asked with a slightly jealous tone.Anna shook her head. “Only Julissa knew I came back to my grandma’s house. I didn’t tell anyone else.”Kendrick nodded and said nothing more.Gauge had obviously spotted them as well and was now making his way through the crowd toward them.Just as he was about to greet them, the ecce
Annabelle took a moment to process. “You… saw us?”Last night, she and Kendrick had taken a bath in the courtyard.At the time, she had even joked with Kendrick that most villagers were elderly and went to bed early, so no one would be watching.Who would've thought Gauge had also come to the village yesterday—and happened to be staying somewhere higher up where he could see down?Kendrick had turned off the courtyard light, but the moon was so bright last night, like a giant lightbulb hanging in the sky. Who knew how much Gauge had seen?Annabelle felt utterly mortified. Her whole being was overwhelmed with awkwardness.Gauge’s expression wasn’t exactly natural either. He stiffly explained, “I didn’t watch the whole time!”Annabelle twitched at the corners of her mouth and glared at him.“What do you mean, didn’t watch the whole time?”Gauge cleared his throat and casually said, “At first, I noticed the courtyard light came on, so I glanced over. Then I saw it was you and Kendrick—I
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