MasukOutside the window, the night deepened.Inside the room, the air grew warmer by the second.The light was dim, but Felix’s eyes were bright. Even as he kissed her, he still seemed determined to take in every expression on her face.Miranda noticed.She lifted a hand and covered his eyes, refusing to let him look.Felix let out a low laugh, his throat moving.“You won’t let me look?”Miranda didn’t answer. She only pressed her hand more firmly over his eyes.His thick lashes brushed against her palm like feathers, sending a faint tickle through her skin.Felix lowered his head. His kisses moved along the side of her neck, then to her earlobe, then her jaw.Each one felt like a spark landing against her skin.Miranda could feel the tension in his body, restrained and coiled tight, as if it might snap at any moment. Her breathing grew unsteady too.Without realizing it, her hand loosened.Felix lifted his head.There was something dark and intense in his eyes now, like a bea
Just like how he used to find his way into any meeting she attended.Even if he didn’t understand the topic, he still wanted to be there, just to hear what she had to say.But over the past three years, what he had received most from Miranda was annoyance and cold looks.Still, he had never given up.He had shamelessly kept appearing around her.And Miranda had never known how many important meetings he had pushed aside just to make it to hers. She had never known how rushed he had been on the way, all so he could arrive in time.Back then, whenever he looked at her with all that quiet affection, she would either ignore him or look at him with dislike.So all he could do was pretend to be calm.Felix gently pulled the woman beside him into his arms and said in a low voice, “Do you know how grateful I am that you didn’t actually marry someone else?”“When we got divorced, that extra clause of yours was pretty awful,” Miranda said, looking up at him.Felix suddenly hugged her t
Felix had come out with only a towel wrapped around his waist.He stood by the railing as if admiring the night view, his skin still damp from the shower. A drop of water slid from the ends of his hair, down over his broad shoulder, across the firm lines of his back, and lower, until it disappeared beneath the edge of the towel.He had an excellent body.Perfect proportions, with the lean, toned build of someone who had been disciplined for years.As he moved, his shoulder blades shifted slightly beneath his skin, like a pair of folded wings.He held a towel in one hand and casually dried his hair. Damp, his silver-gray hair looked darker, falling across his forehead and making his dark brows and deep eyes stand out even more.“What are you looking at?” Felix asked, raising a brow as he turned toward her with a low laugh.Miranda quickly lowered her gaze.“Nothing.”Felix walked over and sat down on the couch beside her.Despite herself, Miranda glanced at him out of the corn
A few tourists appeared in the distance, and Miranda almost instinctively pushed Felix away.Felix noticed and let out a low laugh.The last light of sunset spilled across the shoreline, catching on his sharp features.No matter the situation, he never seemed flustered or unsure. He was always calm and composed, and somehow that steadiness made her heart skip.Miranda’s breath caught slightly.When Felix smiled, his brows lowered just enough to make his gaze look deeper. The way he looked at her was so full of affection that she could barely hold his eyes.Miranda looked away and tucked her hair behind her ear.“I’m hungry.”“Come on. I’ll take you to the restaurant.”The hotel’s seafood restaurant was on the second floor. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows was an open view of the ocean.Night had already fallen completely. Under the moonlight, the surface of the water shimmered, beautiful as a painting.Felix had reserved a table by the window. The table was already set, a
Miranda nodded.The memory came back to her too.It had been shortly after they got married. Felix had been worried she would feel too cooped up, so he had bought a private suite at the resort, just so she could come here and rest whenever she wanted.The first time they came, Miranda had worn a long white dress and run barefoot across the beach. Felix had followed behind her, carrying her shoes.That night, the two of them had sat on the sand, leaning against each other as they looked up at a sky full of stars.It had been impossibly romantic.“I remember,” Miranda said, turning to look at him with a smile. “We were so much younger then.”Felix smiled.“We’re not old now.”Miranda laughed despite herself.“Why are you so sensitive about age?”Felix tightened his hold on her hand. His gaze rested on her face, gentle and helpless all at once.“I’m not sensitive about age. I’m afraid you’ll decide you don’t want me again.”Miranda froze for a second, then laughed softly and
Miranda couldn’t help laughing.“We’re at this age, and we’re still going on dates?”Felix took her hand and answered in a low voice, “Early thirties is the prime of life. And you’re only getting more beautiful.”Miranda was amused despite herself and tried to pull her hand back.“Stop sweet-talking me.”But Felix tightened his hold, brought her hand to his lips, and kissed it.“Please do me the honor, Dr. Stone.”Miranda thought about it for a moment, but she couldn’t think of anywhere in particular she wanted to go.“Where do you want to go?”“If you don’t have somewhere specific in mind, I’ll choose,” Felix said.Miranda looked at him, then nodded.“Okay. You choose.”After Felix’s car left the congested downtown streets, it merged onto the highway leading toward the coast.Miranda watched the beautiful sunset in the distance, and old memories slowly rose in her mind.She could guess where he was taking her.It was the bay resort just over sixty miles outside the city
Sophie let out a small “oh” and said, “Looks like Mr. Gibson is still focused on immediate profits.”She stirred her coffee, then suddenly remembered something. “By the way, did you see the news about the Lincoln family?”Miranda nodded. “I did. Leo’s father was hospitalized with a serious illness
“Risk and losses aren’t your concern,” Ben said firmly. “Mr. Gibson will handle that. You can go now.” He waved his hand, signaling for Fiona to leave.Fiona walked out of his office, her expression shifting between anger and unease. As much as she hated to admit it, Miranda’s theory was groundbrea
Miranda’s fingers glided across the screen as she explained the technical details with practiced precision.Felix leaned back in his chair, his gaze shifting from the data on the projector to her focused profile.“This proposal…” he paused thoughtfully. “How much will it cost?”“About fifteen per
Xena brushed her hair back and said coldly, “Miranda ruined my position as goodwill ambassador. I’m not exactly in a good mood.”Hayden replied, “Now that she and Leo seem to be getting closer, maybe someday you two might—”“I’m not afraid of her,” Xena interrupted impatiently.Hayden sighed. “Le







