LOGINScarlett’s POV:
Alicia had been waiting at the hotel entrance. Spotting me approaching, she stubbed out her half-smoked cigarette and tossed it into the trash bin.
I walked over and hooked my arm through hers. “While I don’t discriminate against women who smoke, for the sake of your health, I still have to advise you to cut back.”
Alicia laughed heartily. “Sure thing.”
The two of us walked into the hotel without waiting for the others behind us. However, as we walked, we could still hear their conversation.
James and Eleanor walked side by side. Watching Alicia’s tall silhouette recede, Eleanor still found the whole idea of Alicia pursuing Louis a bit surreal.
“James, let me ask you… if Alicia pursued you, would you be tempted?”
James frowned and shook his head instinctively. “Someone like Alicia? Most guys couldn’t handle that, right?”
Eleanor chuck
"Everett’s POV:The minor interruption didn’t trouble Scarlett at all. In that moment, her heart and eyes were filled entirely with our daughter.Though she wasn’t breastfed, Angel recognized Scarlett’s voice and scent. No matter how much she adored me—her father—a child’s dependence on her mother always came first. Held in Scarlett’s arms now, she was visibly excited, her tiny mouth puckering as she cooed and gurgled, as if trying to talk to her.“Why do I feel like she understands me?” she murmured softly, gently patting our daughter’s soft cheek. “Her eyes are full of wonder… my Angel is truly amazing.”I watched the mother-daughter interaction from the side, feeling my heart fill completely.Glancing at the bird’s nest soup on the table, I said quietly, “She’s very smart. She must take after you.”Hearing this, she shot me a playf
"Lily’s POV:Meanwhile, downstairs was bustling with activity.Angel had heard her mother’s voice earlier and waited in vain for her to come pick her up. Unwilling to accept being ignored, she began to cry.The little girl cried with a sense of injustice, her soft, babyish voice making “wah-wah” sounds. Her crying was sweet, but the tears rolling down her cheeks were rather large.This was genuine crying.My heart ached. I rocked Angel back and forth in the living room, but no matter how hard I tried to comfort her, the crying wouldn’t stop.Everett couldn’t bear to see his daughter cry like that. He quickly washed his hands in the bathroom and came over to take Angel from me.The moment Angel was in her father’s arms, she stopped crying immediately.“Oh my, Daddy’s arms are the best, huh?” I smiled, watching Angel stop crying the instant she nestled into her father&rs
"Everett’s POV:After an unknown length of time, Scarlett’s legs grew too weak to bear her weight. Unable to resist any longer, she pushed lightly against my chest. Only then did I reluctantly release her.Both of us were breathing heavily. She didn’t seem to have the courage to look into my eyes just yet, so Scarlett buried her face in my chest to steady her heartbeat.“Wait a bit before we go out,” she murmured.Her face burned hot—I knew it was bright red without even looking, and she certainly didn’t want anyone to see her flushed cheeks.I held her close, hearty laughter rumbling from my chest.Scarlett bit her lip and gave me another light punch.I stopped laughing. My large hands settled on her small back, gently rubbing through the fabric.We embraced, savoring this hard-won moment of solitude.This was the first time Scarlett had willingly allowed such physical closeness with me since giving birth.Having undergone a C-section, Scarlett had been careful to rest for a month af
"Scarlett’s POV:My cheek pressed against his chest as his voice—low and deep—resonated through his ribcage into my ears, like the rich, magnetic tone of a cello.My eyelashes fluttered slightly as my thoughts raced.I lifted my head to ask, “So, you rushed over to confront the show’s producers and stop them from sabotaging me?”Everett cleared his throat. He knew there was no hiding it from me. “Yes. The entertainment industry is messy. You don’t like exposing your background. Even though ‘Shadow’ is popular, it’s all about capital operations. Those without connections always become targets.”“I understand what you mean,” I replied. I wasn’t completely naive. “I know you care about me, but rest assured—I’ve looked into this production team. So far, they’ve been fair and transparent. Everyone is competing based on their own merits. If I spot anyone pulling strings behind the scenes, I won’t tolerate it.”“Alright, I underestimated you.” Everett gently pinched my earlobe between his fi
"Scarlett’s POV:I remained far more composed than the audience and fans watching the live stream when confronted with Wesley's sharp questioning.I smiled before speaking. “I don’t deny what you said. It’s true that over the past few years, I’ve stayed within my comfort zone, writing what I’m good at and what audiences respond to. Perhaps I haven’t broken new ground in innovation, but at least within this genre, I haven’t disappointed anyone. Of course, I’m not opposed to breaking out or changing. I know I still have much to learn and improve upon. If I thought I could stay in my comfort zone forever, I wouldn’t be here on this show today.”My response was straightforward—neither sentimental nor pretentious.Wesley nodded after listening. “Your answer is honest. I like honest people. And the plot outline you wrote today is quite innovative—it breaks away from the typical formula of previous youth dramas. I consider that innovation. So, my vote goes to you.”Thunderous applause erupte
Scarlett’s POV:The return trip was quickly finalized for the morning two days later.Upon learning of our return, Lily and Nancy immediately summoned the household staff to help with packing.I didn’t have much luggage. Lily had intended to pack for me, but Everett insisted on handling it himself.Seeing how eager he was, Lily didn’t argue.Everett proved surprisingly skilled at packing. He organized everything meticulously, categorizing each item with precision—arguably even neater than Lily would have done.Watching Everett’s handiwork, I couldn’t help but marvel inwardly. No wonder he had been in the military—his practical skills were simply unmatched.I recalled how I used to pack Everett’s bags whenever we traveled for work. I never imagined the tables would turn like this.This feeling… wasn’t half bad.Three days later, at 5:00 PM local time, a private







