LOGIN“You aren’t leaving yet?”Xavier Grayson strode ahead, his voice dropping an icy command over his shoulder.“Yeah, yeah, I’m moving! You want me to leave, how could I possibly say no?” Samuel grumbled, begrudgingly trailing behind him.The next morning.Chloe Bishop peeled her eyes open, her head pounding as if it were about to split right down the middle.Blinking against the blinding morning light streaming in through the window, she tried to piece the previous night together. All she could remember was drinking alongside Mr. Grayson—everything else was an absolute blank.“Mommy, I’ve already brewed the chicken soup and packed it into your thermos. Hurry up and get up for breakfast!” Adrian called out helpfully from the kitchen.“Got it, Adrian’s such a good boy.”Rubbing her throbbing temples, she shuffled over to the dining table.“Adrian, do you remember who brought us home last night?”“Uncle Xavier.”“Oh, thank goodness.”At least it wasn't some random stranger dragging them ba
Overcome by sudden nausea, Chloe Bishop couldn't hold it back any longer. Covering her mouth, she bolted outside.Xavier Grayson couldn't just sit there anymore. “Mr. Sterling, I’ll be right back.”Meanwhile, Samuel wore a wide, satisfied grin. He knew his older brother couldn't possibly stay put once Chloe Bishop ran off.“Mr. Sterling, don't mind them. Let’s keep drinking!”Outside the villa, the estate was already bathed in the twilight of the early evening.Before she even made it to the restroom, Chloe Bishop doubled over on the edge of the lawn and began retching violently. Curled into a tight ball, she looked thoroughly miserable.“You okay?”A warm, steady hand gently patted her back.“I—I’m fine! I can drink another whole round if I have to!” Chloe Bishop muttered, wiping her mouth after finishing her purge.The moment she tried to stand back up, however, her legs turned to jelly, and she staggered sideways.Xavier Grayson caught her instantly, pulling her slender frame into
Sara fled in panic under the heavy gaze of the crowd.“Mr. Grayson, actually, you didn’t have to go so hard on her and make her apologize. I was partly at fault too,” Chloe Bishop murmured, feeling a bit guilty. She had been spacing out about his text message, which was the only reason she had bumped into the woman in the first place.“In my eyes, you did nothing wrong.”Xavier Grayson stood firmly by her side, his gaze so gentle it felt almost unreal.“…”Chloe Bishop’s heart hammered against her ribs, racing far past any normal rhythm.Standing there locked in their own private world, the two of them looked straight out of a cinematic masterpiece—like a prince from a fairy tale meeting Cinderella at the foot of the castle.Yara hurried over the moment she finished greeting her guests.“Miss Bishop, I’m so sorry to interrupt. Who is this?” she asked with a polite, apologetic smile.Chloe Bishop flushed and snapped back to reality. “Oh, he’s my boss, Xavier Grayson.”Yara chuckled sof
Chloe nodded silently in agreement. After all, having the little ones run around the formal adult reception wouldn't be very convenient anyway.Sara dashed forward, practically floating with excitement, while Adrian trailed along at a lazy, measured pace. She watched with a hint of motherly concern as the three kids were guided off toward the children's area.“Once the reception wraps up, I’ll have someone bring them right back over,” Yara assured her. “Honestly, inviting you today was just my way of saying thank you for helping me out the other day.”Chloe Bishop’s sense of justice shone through. “Don’t mention it. I think anyone in my shoes would’ve stepped up to help.”“Not necessarily,” Yara countered smoothly. Having spent years navigating high society, she knew all too well who was genuine and who was scum.“By the way… are you the Yara?” Chloe Bishop looked at her, unable to hold back her curiosity any longer.Ever since they were introduced, she had been wondering if this stun
“Miss Carter, you’re here,” the teacher said, stepping forward.Without a second thought, the woman rushed to the little girl’s side. “Nora, who picked on you?”“Sob sob… Sister, it was him!” Nora finally opened her mouth, her voice trembling.“Him?”Yara looked over, her gaze landing on a little boy in a school uniform. An aura of icy detachment radiated from him, practically screaming stay away.“Sister, he’s so mean! He refused to accept my chocolates!” Nora sobbed as she spoke, her tiny nose bright red from crying.Yara had heard all about this boy from her little sister. Seeing him now, she had to admit—the kid was exceptionally handsome. No wonder her sister had such a massive crush on him.“I’m under no obligation to accept your chocolates,” Adrian snapped back coldly, completely unbothered.“Adrian! What kind of nonsense is that? Accepting a girl’s gift is what a gentleman does, and not accepting it is…” Chloe Bishop racked her brain to lecture her son, but her words trailed o
The man instinctively knit his brows.The steak was undeniably tender, but it had been liberally dusted with black pepper—a single bite was enough to set off his allergies and make him sneeze.That little brat…Xavier Grayson looked at the rest of the steak. Rather than feeling annoyed, the amused smile on his face only broadened.The following days flew by, with Chloe Bishop delivering black silkie chicken soup to his office day after day.Does Mr. Grayson never get sick of chicken soup?As Chloe Bishop worked on her design drafts, she pondered switching things up—maybe duck soup or fish soup next time, just to give his palate a break.Right in the middle of her train of thought, her phone rang."Hello? Is this Adrian’s mother?" a woman’s formal voice asked as soon as she answered."Yes, it is. Who's calling?""I'm the lead teacher for the senior class at Springdale Kindergarten. I need you to come over right away regarding your son, Adrian," the teacher said sternly.Panic surged th







