Chapter 6: Giving Him Another One

At three o'clock in the morning, Juliet Wagner, with dark circles under her eyes, finally met the girl who was said to resemble Morgan Byron's haunting-crush.

She was so tired that she could barely stand, so she splashed some water on her face in the restroom and downed a cup of black coffee in one go. Seeing haunting-crush instantly woke her up.

Before, outsiders had said that the women around Morgan Byron were like a collage of faces, pieced together just to vaguely resemble Helena Byron's face. Now, there was no need for piecing anything together.

Juliet Wagner had seen pictures of Helena Byron. To be honest, she wasn't extraordinarily beautiful, but her eyes were stunning, as beautiful as Juliet Wagner's own. Yet, she had an indescribable aura about her—pitiful, fragile, ethereal? It seemed to fit, yet it didn't quite capture everything.

No one knew why Morgan Byron loved her so much, until Juliet Wagner hit the nail on the head: Helena Byron was like a midnight ghost, or a wisp of morning mist, ready to vanish at any moment. A man like Morgan Byron, who could turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist, couldn't hold onto such a fragile life. The more elusive it was, the more he yearned for it, missed it, and became entangled in it... To the point where it became somewhat pathological.

Juliet Wagner watched coldly as Morgan Byron, usually so composed and emotionless, walked towards the girl with a slight stagger. Before the girl could even greet him, he pulled her tightly into his arms. She was caught off guard, raising her hands high and curling up in his warm embrace.

Later, Juliet Wagner went over and whispered to Morgan Byron, "Mr. Byron, there are a lot of people here at the airport."

He then let go, looking at the girl in front of him. Juliet Wagner had never seen him look at anyone with such tenderness. In the bright lights of the airport, she could see the shimmer in his eyes.

The girl, a bit flustered, moved her pale lips and softly called out, "Brother..."

Juliet Wagner clearly saw his broad back tremble. He then took off his coat and draped it over the girl's shoulders, asking, "Are you tired from the long flight?"

"Not tired, Brother," the girl replied, quickly settling into her role, placing her small hand in his warm palm. They gazed at each other, and the girl looked on the verge of tears. She bore an uncanny resemblance to Helena Byron, almost like they were twins.

Just then, a flash went off. Juliet Wagner turned to see a paparazzo hiding behind a camera. As she was about to intervene, Morgan Byron already had the girl by his side, walking past her. Morgan Byron, who usually valued his privacy and would get furious if he found out about being photographed, seemed indifferent today. His eyes were only for the girl who resembled his lost love.

Morgan Byron settled the girl in a house not far from his own, providing her with a nanny, gardener, chef, driver, and even a private nurse. According to the driver, The Driver, the girl also had a blood disorder, possibly congenital, not fatal but incurable, leaving her perpetually ill.

"Mr. Byron is having someone look into it. Maybe she's Miss Helena's twin sister," The Driver whispered. "It seems heaven has seen Mr. Byron's devotion and given him another Miss Helena."