Kendrick said seriously, “Your stomach’s been empty for two days. If you eat this right away, it might hurt. I’ll have the staff bring up something warm and easy to digest.”As he spoke, he picked up the cordless phone by the bed and made a call downstairs.And while he was at it, he took the strawberries with him.Annabelle followed him off the bed, trying to sneak one from the plate—only to have her hand gently smacked by the sly old fox. Smack.The little bunny puffed up her cheeks and withdrew her hand, sulking.She plopped down on the sofa outside and waited obediently for her meal.Kendrick hung up and sat across from her, leisurely eating the strawberries one by one, clearly enjoying himself.The bunny’s cheeks puffed out more and more, like she was hiding a whole carrot in there.It was rare to see Anna getting this worked up over food. Kendrick felt both amused and a little guilty.Eventually, unable to resist her furious little glare, he relented and offered her one strawber
The old man had been about to scold his eldest grandson—Your wife was hospitalized for poisoning, and you still had the nerve to stay home?!But as he thought about it a bit more, something didn’t add up.His granddaughter-in-law said she’d come into contact with a poisonous plant by the seaside and had only just recovered, arriving at the estate this morning.Meanwhile, Han Ye—this brat—had been moping around at home these past couple of days, burning up with fever, looking totally out of it.Could it be… the two of them had a fight?The old man sipped his tea, glanced at his granddaughter-in-law, then at his grandson.Speaking of which, he thought, these two have been married for over half a year, almost a year now. And still no sign of wanting a child.Was it a lack of emotional foundation? Or were they planning to just play around for a couple more years?Anna was still young, sure—no rush.But Kendrick had just turned 31 after the New Year. How was he not in a hurry?Besides, hav
What were the two of them feeling at this moment?One was flustered and conflicted.The other—full of ambition.Anna thought, Grandpa treats me like his own granddaughter. Now that he’s seriously ill and doesn’t have much time left, this is his only wish—how could I bear to refuse?But if she didn’t refuse… did that mean she really had to have a baby?She looked at Kendrick. He was also looking at her.Annabelle could feel her cheeks heating up in an instant.Kendrick’s thoughts were different. Having a baby was something they could take their time with, sure—but now that Grandpa had made it clear, they couldn’t just leave it to fate anymore. It needed to be planned.He hadn’t yet had enough time to enjoy their two-person world.But maybe… adding a little monkey to the mix would make life even more fun?So before Anna could even speak, Kendrick took her hand and turned to Grandpa with resolve:“Don’t worry, Grandpa. We’ll do our best!”The old man nodded in satisfaction, patting his g
When Kendrick said those words, even his breath faltered slightly—something rare for him.This time… it was different.Maybe the urge to reproduce was the most primitive human instinct, something engraved deep into their genes.So just the thought that this time it was for a child made him feel unusually stirred.Annabelle felt it too—but in her case, it came more with anxiety than excitement.Having a baby…To her, it felt like a sacred thing.After all, this was about bringing a whole new life into the world.Just the idea of becoming a mother made it hard for her to adjust.Could I really be a good mom?Once there’s a child, life will completely change… Will I be able to adapt?While her thoughts were still a mess, Kendrick’s sweat was already dripping onto her collarbone, trailing down her chest, soaking the sheets beneath them.Her back was sweaty too, dampening the bed even more.There were still so many things to think about—But in that moment… there wasn’t really time to thin
Kendrick couldn’t help but pull the petite woman into his arms and whisper,“I’ll love you and our baby with everything I’ve got.”Annabelle pushed him away slightly, raising an eyebrow.“We don’t even know if there is a baby yet—you sure talk like it’s already a done deal.”Kendrick chuckled and kissed her forehead gently.How could he tell her that what truly filled his heart with joy wasn’t just the thought of raising a child with her…It was the happiness of being fully accepted by her, completely and unconditionally.While Mr. Gregory was basking in his happiness, Annabelle suddenly remembered something.The Young Master had once warned her not to get pregnant.Because of her health.He had said her body wasn’t in a good enough condition to have a child.But right now, she felt fine.Besides, Kendrick had taken her for a full check-up afterward, and everything had come back normal—except for a little malnutrition...Annabelle closed her eyes.She decided to lock away the Young Ma
Of course Annabelle knew him well—whenever Kendrick said “I’ll try my best,” it was basically code for I probably won’t do it.She was just about to push the topic further when his phone rang. It was the restaurant calling—They were out of chicken wings. Could they swap them for drumsticks?“One moment,” Kendrick said to the caller, then pulled the phone away slightly and turned to Anna.“Babe, no wings. Drumsticks okay?”Annabelle gave him a helpless, slightly amused nod. She was completely speechless at this point—and had zero energy left to argue with him.Fine. Whatever.Kendrick was swamped with work most of the time anyway.These past few days were probably an exception.Once he got busy again, even if he wanted to be frequent, he wouldn't have the time.So she dropped the subject.Half an hour later, the food arrived.They had dinner, clipped the white cat’s claws, and then Annabelle told Kendrick she wasn’t sleepy yet.If he was tired, he could go to bed first—she was heading
“Trey already told me everything,” Grandpa said bluntly. “Anna didn’t even like you at first. You only got her by pestering her non-stop. Even made her show off your so-called love in front of the press and promise she’d never divorce you.”“…”So Uncle Trey’s lips weren’t that sealed after all.Getting called out like that, Kendrick felt a little embarrassed and scratched his head awkwardly.“I did win her over with sincerity, Grandpa. The way you’re telling it, I sound like some sleazy scammer.”Grandpa let out a cold hmph, not exactly denying it.“But I’ll give you this—you’ve got a good eye. Anna’s a solid girl. That’s why I’m in such a rush for you—have a kid sooner, and your lives will settle down more, you get it?”“…Got it.”Grandpa commanded a certain authority at home.No matter how sharp, composed, and cold Kendrick appeared in public, in front of Grandpa, he still had to sit down and listen—no room for rebuttal.But in truth, wanting a child wasn’t about tying Anna down fo
“I didn’t say I wasn’t willing,” Annabelle replied honestly.If Kendrick had asked her this question two months ago, she would’ve said no—without even thinking.Because having a child meant one more bond, one more tie.Back then, she couldn’t even picture a clean break if they ever parted ways.She didn’t believe in their long-term future—not really.Of course, even now, she wasn’t entirely sure.But at least now, she was willing to try.So she no longer held onto the mindset of walking away unscathed.That meant, when it came to the topic of kids, Annabelle wasn’t dodging it anymore.But truthfully—she still wasn’t ready.“I just... I don’t know if I want to be a mom yet,” she said quietly, her voice soft but clear. “And I don’t even know if I’d be good at it.”Her eyes looked up at him, wide and earnest.In the darkness, her eyes sparkled like twin pearls.Kendrick couldn’t help but press a kiss to them.“Don’t be scared,” he murmured. “I’ve never been a dad either. We’ll figure it
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