로그인The evening air drifted into their private penthouse through the floor-to-ceiling windows, carrying the orange glow of the sun as it slowly sank beyond the distant river horizon. Inside the living room, furnished in a minimalist style with warm monochromatic tones, the gentle melody of classical piano music flowed from the music player, creating a peaceful and intimate atmosphere.Lyonna stood beside the open kitchen counter, pouring warm water into her ceramic cup. Her thoughts had been circling around her conversation with Jeni the previous day and the understanding look Darren had given her the night before. Shadows of the past—when the man had stood before her with a cold, indifferent expression and an emotionally distant attitude that froze her heart—still occasionally crossed her mind. However, whenever those memories surfaced, the recollection of Darren kneeling before her, apologizing, setting aside his ego, and protecting her with every fiber of his being immediately drove th
The morning bustle presented a stark contrast to the emotional silence enveloping Lyonna's thoughts. Through the glass walls of a modern café in a bustling metropolitan district, neon lights and passing pedestrians reflected the relentless rhythm of a city that never slowed down. The aroma of freshly roasted coffee beans mingled with the crisp fragrance of warm croissants from the kitchen display, creating a cozy atmosphere that nevertheless failed to soothe the turmoil in her chest.At a corner table overlooking the sidewalk, Lyonna sat with her head lowered, lost in thought as she tapped her fingers against a cappuccino cup that was gradually growing cold. Across from her, Jeni—her close friend and fellow expatriate who worked as an interior designer—studied Lyonna's expression with a furrowed brow."You didn't invite me out for coffee at eight in the morning just to sit here and watch our drinks get cold, did you?" Jeni asked bluntly, leaning back in her chair. "What's going on? Ha
The afternoon sun slowly descended behind the clusters of towering metropolitan buildings, casting a warm golden glow across the wooden floor of Darren's private apartment living room. After an exhausting day following the incident at the gallery, the tension that had briefly surfaced seemed to have disappeared, swept away by the soothing silence of the evening.Inside the spacious room, the only sound was the soft melody of classical instrumental music playing through a wireless speaker. Darren sat back against a dark gray velvet sofa, while Lyonna lay comfortably with her head resting on his lap. Darren's fingers gently played with his wife's black hair, repeatedly combing through the strands with such tenderness, as though he were caressing the most precious thing in the world.The atmosphere felt peaceful and intimate. There were no longer any shadows of the past disturbing them, no business-related tension, and no interference from outsiders seeking to destroy their happiness."H
The morning in the metropolitan art district greeted the world with a stretch of gray sky hanging low overhead, spreading a chill that seemed to pierce the skin. Inside Lyonna's independent art gallery, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee beans mingled with the distinctive scent of paper from the new exhibition catalogs. The spotlights on the ceiling had been switched on early to compensate for the morning sunlight hidden behind the overcast clouds. Lyonna stood near the administrative desk, reviewing the VVIP guest list for the international exhibition, which was only days away. Her mind was at ease, filled with positive anticipation as she welcomed a new chapter in her career, along with the emotional peace she had found with Darren. Their relationship now rested on a mature and equal foundation, built upon a strong sense of mutual trust. However, peace was never meant to last without being tested. The gallery's main glass door slid open, accompanied by the chime of a small bell
The independent art gallery stood majestically in the heart of a bustling metropolitan art district, surrounded by rows of modern architecture featuring steel frames and enormous glass facades that reflected the ceaseless glow of city lights. Outside, the hustle and bustle of corporate vehicles blended with the rumble of urban activity, creating a familiar nighttime symphony for those living in a major city. However, inside the quiet main exhibition hall, the atmosphere was strikingly different—peaceful, warm, and filled with a soothing silence.Lyonna stood near the main exhibition wall, adjusting the placement of the spotlights illuminating a large-scale abstract canvas. The long, classic-cut cream dress she wore blended perfectly with the elegance of the gallery's interior.The sound of unhurried footsteps approached from the rear staircase. The distinctive scent of masculine cologne reached her senses before Darren appeared, dressed in a charcoal evening suit without a tie, giving
That afternoon, Lyonna's art gallery was filled with a group of visitors from the capital's elite social circles who had come to browse the latest collection of contemporary art. The scent of expensive perfume and the sound of artificial laughter filled the main exhibition floor.Lyonna, still dressed in casual yet elegant attire, stood near the information desk while checking the freshly printed exhibition catalogs. Her curvaceous, full-figured body—a distinctive feature of her natural beauty that had always made her look confident and captivating—was complemented by a simple, warm brown dress.In another corner of the room, Darren had just finished taking a phone call from the head office. The man stood some distance away, allowing his wife to move freely as she attended to the guests without being distracted by his presence. However, Darren's eyes never truly left Lyonna.Near the main painting display, three women dressed in designer outfits stood together, their arms adorned with







