The night was dark and silent as the heavy snow fell. Inside the estate, Fiona glanced out the window. "Oh, it looks like it's snowing outside," she said. Sam remained indifferent as it snowed every year in Elgerson. To him.. Or rather, snow was nothing special to anyone who grew up in Elgerson.
"Huh? Why didn't I hear Sam start his car? Has he left? Let me take a look…" Aren muttered as he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and peered out. "I knew it! His car is still there. He didn't leave at all. Could his car be stuck in the snow? That doesn't make sense… It hasn't been snowing long
Aren couldn't understand it. "Why are you in such a rush? Sam has been single for quite some time, and you've never reacted this strongly before."Of all things, she wanted to set up a blind date."You… you're not sleepwalking, right?" Aren asked cautiously. Fiona turned to glare at him immediately
Paul had arrived quickly. During dinner, he had beaten Sam to it when he tried to sit next to Miranda. Sam had tried to take the seat on the opposite side, but Fiona had cut in and taken that seat before he could. …"So were you deliberately stalling him when you said the remote was broken before t
After returning from the Garrison estate, Miranda finally learned that Paul had actually abandoned his work at the lab midway just to have dinner with her family."Dr. Jefferson, please come to the lab tomorrow to continue authorizing the access permissions." Esme's flat and emotionless voice came t
As soon as Miranda stepped out of the building, she swept her gaze across the vast stretch of white snow and saw a man dressed in a down jacket. Paul turned to Miranda with a smile the moment he heard the sound of footsteps. Stunned, Miranda exclaimed in surprise, "Paul? When did you come downstai
Miranda posted nine photos on her social media with a caption, "From my boyfriend."She was frustrated. Why was she restricted to only nine photos on her feed? If she posted more than nine, it would turn into a video automatically. If she could, she would have posted 90 photos. After all, they were
Paul really was a better man than him.At this thought, Hansel lowered his gaze and smiled self-mockingly. It served him right."This is karma," he thought. Hansel wasn't the only one staring blankly out the window, lost in thought. There was also… Sam. The glaring words on his phone screen felt l
Under Susan's gaze, Jenny felt a chill run down her spine. "You… Why are you acting so weird? Are you mute? You don't look like it from how you're dressed."She shot Susan a glare and muttered, "Crazy woman," before heading back into her apartment building. Susan stayed rooted to the spot. Her face
They made it back from the school to Harold's place just in time for dinner. After dinner, Lionel and his family said their goodbyes. Upon seeing this, Leonard's family made their exit right after. Jenny walked them to the door before collapsing onto the couch, clutching her lower back. "What a ti
Paul's genes ensured both good looks and a decent figure. On top of that, judging by how generous he was with his gifts, he clearly wasn't just an ordinary college professor. He probably came from an affluent family. Elite families like his often went back several generations, which meant his rela
Since it was the end of the year, the students were all on holiday. The vast school grounds felt a little deserted. Dallas Urban, the school's security guard, noticed Lionel coming from a distance. He stepped out of the guard booth and greeted him cheerfully, "Mr. Sutton!" Then his gaze landed on
"There's still a pile of pots and pans in the kitchen waiting to be cleaned," Jenny complained."I'm just like a maid that's born to toil endlessly, unlike you who can enjoy such an easy life. "You should really learn from Lionel. He cooks every time they host a gathering. You two are brothers, but
"I'm cooking something," Paul said. "Why are you cooking this late at night?" Susan asked. "I wanted a midnight snack."Susan knew her son didn't normally eat late. Clearly, he was cooking for someone else. The thought worsened her mood. "When are you planning to come back to Elgerson?" she asked
Suddenly, Miranda stopped walking. She turned to face Paul and said seriously, "Thank you, Paul, for coming to Lumberville to spend Christmas with me. And… thank you for being in my life."Paul was slightly taken aback. Then, he gently squeezed her hand. "You dummy. I should be the one thanking you.
Yale wasn't too pleased. "But… I was just trying to clear the way for you. Am I wrong for doing that?"He couldn't help but feel a little wronged. Paul softened his tone and explained, "That's not what I meant. First off, Mom had already agreed to me coming to Lumberville. There was no need for lie
"Oh, you're back? What were you guys doing?" Lionel came out of the kitchen, still wearing his apron. He looked a little puzzled when he saw everyone gathered around Paul and Miranda. "Dad…" Miranda was about to go over with the shopping bags, but Paul had already taken them from her before she cou