LOGINWhen the clock hand passed the final mark and reached the half hour, Isolde stopped almost at once.She casually tossed the already dirty cloth onto the table. Her tone turned light and cheerful, like a little bird finally off work. "Time's up. Let's go."She turned to Bruce, her voice soft and sweet as she pouted. "Hubby, I'm hungry. I want the risotto you make."Amusement deepened in Bruce's eyes until it seemed to melt."Okay," he said indulgently. "I'll make it for you."He stood, walked over to her, and bent down. With one smooth motion, he slipped an arm beneath her and lifted her horizontally with ease.The movement was natural and fluid, as if it had long been second nature.Isolde wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her cheek to his solid chest. She did not forget to glance back at Claudia, who sat frozen, her face pale.Isolde gave her an innocent, faintly smug smile. "Your Highness, the table is clean. Enjoy your meal.""You!" Claudia's chest heaved as ange
Footsteps gradually faded, and the kitchen fell silent.Isolde stood alone, the flush on her face slowly receding. She raised her hand and brushed her fingertips over her still slightly numb lips. Then she smiled faintly.'Ha! Ten minutes? He's my man. I won't allow that, not even for ten minutes!'…Claudia had already resumed her seat at the head of the long table. She wore a perfect smile, her posture composed and elegant, as if the earlier commotion and irritation had never occurred.She relished the thrill of snatching Bruce away from Isolde. Even if it was only ten minutes, this man had to remain with her, to belong to her in this moment.The thought of Isolde hiding in the kitchen, frustrated and flustered, only improved her mood. This morning tea had become all the more delightful."Bruce, the coffee just now—"Claudia had barely begun when a crisp, familiar female voice cut in, "The table is dirty. I will clean it for you, Your Highness."Claudia turned sharply and sa
Since yesterday, Isolde had lain in bed, carefully sorting through every detail and time difference from the past few days.Recalling the time she had once seen Bruce return home early in the morning, she had concluded that Claudia would likely come looking for him during that same window.Thus, she had set an alarm and woken early on purpose.At the sight of her small, accusing, demanding stance, a deeper smile flickered in Bruce's eyes."I was just humoring her for a bit. Only half an hour. I didn't want to disturb your sleep," he explained patiently, his tone indulgent.Isolde did not accept that. She deliberately put on a stern expression, her tone firm and commanding. "Humoring her at all is not allowed. You're my husband. Not a single second should be spent alone with another woman."Her words were unreasonable, yet they made Bruce's chest burn. He let out a low chuckle, his chest vibrating as he failed to suppress his delight. The jealous look on her face pushed his mood t
Watching Isolde's "clumsy" sabotage and the ruined breakfast, Bruce did not show a trace of anger. Instead, he grinned. His eyes shone with open indulgence and pleasure.Heat rushed to Claudia's head. Her chest burned, and the edges of her vision dimmed.She clenched her teeth and used nearly all her strength to steady her voice as she forced out the words. "It's just a plate of grapes. If it's gone, it's gone, maid."She stressed the last word, then added through gritted teeth, "Take this plate of grapes away."If Isolde wanted trouble, Claudia would not let it pass easily. She would not end this breakfast. She would make Isolde carry the plate away and watch Bruce sit here and finish the rest of the meal with her.No matter how much Bruce loved Isolde, this half hour belonged to Claudia.Claudia fixed Isolde with a provocative look, her eyes bright with challenge, waiting for her to falter in embarrassment.But Isolde seemed not to notice. She kept her composed smile, her tone
Bruce had long grown immune to her demands. Not even a frown crossed his face.Without expression, he picked up the small silver fork, speared a grape, and reached across half the table to bring it straight to her mouth.The motion was brisk, almost rough, edged with impatience.Claudia did not even blink. She seemed to take a perverse pleasure in being fed this way. "Bruce, remember, in this life you've only fed two women. One is Isolde, and the other is me."If she could not be the only one, she would be the second. She wanted him to remember her for the rest of his life.A flicker of annoyance passed through Bruce's eyes. He did not reply. He simply pushed the fork closer to her mouth, eager to finish.Claudia parted her red lips, ready to bite the grape.At that moment, a porcelain coffee pot appeared, blocking the fork just before it reached her lips.Her brow furrowed. 'Which careless maid dared to act without regard for protocol?'She looked up, anger rising, only for h
Bruce frowned. "Set the record straight? How—"Before he could finish, Isolde rose onto her tiptoes and leaned in close without warning.Her soft, slightly cool lips pressed gently against his.Bruce's mind went blank. All the noise, all the surging anger and resentment, vanished in an instant. The world narrowed to that single, soft, dangerous touch on his lips.Isolde had taken the initiative. She had kissed him. In the bustling airport hall, she lifted her delicate face and kissed him.Bruce's pupils trembled, and his heart jolted before racing out of control. Thrill and joy surged like a burst dam, flooding every limb and nerve.Only then did he realize that maybe this rumor was not so bad after all. This unexpected perk was simply irresistible.The next morning, in the palace suite…The curtains were drawn and the light dim.Isolde lay curled in the soft bedding, asleep and at peace.A steady knock sounded outside the door. "Mr. Princeton, the princess requests your pres
Alan had been waiting a long time. When he saw Cheron wheeled out, the final trace of uncertainty in his heart vanished.He strode to Bruce's wheelchair with the confidence of a victor, bent slightly, and spoke in a voice meant only for them."I heard you tried to play the pity card, hoping your t
Isolde steadied herself and continued her silent performance.Then, as always, trouble arrived uninvited.A young man, already drunk and bored with the banquet, suddenly shouted, his voice ringing through the hall, "Every time it's these highbrow classical pieces. My ears are getting calloused. Ca
Alan's heart sank. "Video conference?!"He ordered someone to pull up the meeting records from the previous day at once.The footage told a chilling story. After his computer screen went black, the version of him that should have gone offline remained visible. That impostor even issued the order t
"Murder! Sandra, you killed someone! I'm calling the police, calling the police!" Maxime fumbled for his phone and started to dial.'Call the police?' The words struck Sandra like a thunderclap and snapped her awake. 'No. He can't call the police!'After coming this far, she could not go to jail.







