Mag-log inScarlett’s POV:
That night, I slept alongside Eleanor.
Just before bed, she suddenly asked, “Scarlett, I have a question. Can you answer it for me?”
I yawned, already feeling sleepy. “No weird questions allowed.”
She chuckled. “It’s not weird at all. You’ll definitely know the answer!”
“Go ahead.”
“Well… I just want to know what kissing feels like?”
“I’m going to sleep!”
“Oh no! Don’t be like that! We’re besties, right? Can’t you even answer this for me?”
“How am I supposed to talk about this?” I gritted my teeth. “Eleanor, if you really want to date, go find someone you’re interested in! Harassing a pregnant woman with a question like this… are you crazy?”
“Oh, come on! I just want to know! Tell me!”
I closed my eyes. “I
"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
Everett’s POV:I was already feeling a bit anxious. When the nurse told me to come in, I had a vague suspicion that something might be wrong with Scarlett’s prenatal checkup this time.Scarlett’s fetal heart rate monitoring had failed.“You’re only 26 weeks and 4 days along. During the 40-minute fetal heart rate monitoring, you experienced four episodes of false contractions.”I had done my homework — the book mentioned it. I asked Lauren, “Aren’t Braxton Hicks contractions usually supposed to appear in the later stages of pregnancy?”“Yes,” Lauren replied, looking at me as she explained, “False contractions usually start around 28 weeks, but Scarlett is experiencing them earlier.”Scarlett felt her heart sink. “What happens if there are too many false contractions?”“It could lead to premature birth.”Hearing this, Scarl
Eleanor’s POV:“…”Damn it! Threatening me with a blind date!The thing was, I really disliked blind dates—especially with that doctor… a cardiologist, no less.I had no particular prejudice against the medical profession, but I knew my own personality. I tended to be clingy. If my partner were a doctor, I might not be able to handle it.After all, doctors were always busy and had far less flexibility than most other professions.Last night, I had carefully mapped out my plan, setting three strict rules for myself:No doctors, no military personnel, and no public figures!I had made these requirements crystal clear to both Mom and Grandpa.But they ignored me and kept trying to persuade me to meet that Dr. Derrick.I still hadn’t agreed—and certainly had no plans to in the future.“Grandpa, let me give you a massage.” I sighed, lowering my head.







