People often said that marriage takes away a person's freedom.But not for Carter.He could do whatever he pleased, whenever he pleased—completely unaffected by his marital status.On the contrary, having such a competent wife gave him peace of mind. With no burdens to worry about at home, he could pour all his energy into building his career.He had always thought this was ideal.Although… from time to time, he did feel like something was missing.But he never cared enough to figure out what.Sharon looked at Carter strangely."Carter, are you so bored with your perfect little life that you're now craving some excitement?Do you want me to slap you a few more times so you can finally experience what my temper feels like?"Could Carter have some twisted preference? Did he actually enjoy being yelled at, hit, or humiliated?If that was the case, then she really wasn't his type at all.No wonder he found Kelly—who always seemed to stir up trouble—so irresistible. They were a p
Carter's penetrating gaze settled on Sharon, carrying an oppressive weight that was hard to ignore."You didn't know?""Of course not," Sharon replied calmly. "Do you really think I can predict the future?"Carter found no trace of guilt on her face.If she truly didn't know, then she was either telling the truth or a remarkably good actress.His voice remained cool and steady. "According to my investigation, the ones who attacked Kelly's studio were your fans.""So what?" Sharon replied.Carter accused, "Doesn't that mean you were the one behind it?"Sharon chuckled. "If I did it, I wouldn't have a problem admitting it. Yes means yes, no means no. As much as I'd love to do something like that, I've been busy preparing for my concert. I don't have time to waste on irrelevant people."Carter said flatly, "Whether you did it or not, two million in compensation is more than fair.""Fair?" Sharon lifted her eyes to meet his, her gaze sharp and unwavering. "My concert is right aro
A flicker of emotion stirred in Carter's eyes.Kelly continued, "I don't want you to retaliate against Sharon, nor do I want you to cause her any trouble. Right now, all I want is to hold a successful concert and fulfill a long-cherished dream."She paused, then looked at him quietly, her gaze carrying unspoken depths."And… I just hope you and Nate are happy."…At exactly eight o'clock that evening, Sharon and John arrived at the Maestro Warner's Music Exchange.It had been a while since Sharon last saw John.Now, as she looked at him, she noticed a heavy shadow clouding his usually calm expression."John," she asked softly, "is something bothering you?"Just as John opened his mouth to respond, a tall, imposing figure suddenly stepped in front of Sharon."Sharon, I want to talk to you."Before she could reply, John moved forward and stood protectively in front of her, his eyes wary as he glared at Carter."Carter, what do you think you're doing?"Carter glanced at John
"Even me, Carter?" Kelly entered gracefully, holding a thermal flask in her hand.Carter's gaze darkened slightly. "Kelly, what are you doing here?""I heard your stomach's been acting up again," she said gently. "I came to bring you some medicinal food."Some of the chill faded from Carter's handsome, aloof features."You didn't have to go through the trouble."Kelly smiled faintly and opened the thermal container. "Theo mentioned that your stomach problems were always managed with Sharon's medicinal cooking. I've also spent some time learning from Mr. Malcolm. He taught me the recipes and techniques."Her eyes shimmered with softness as she looked at him, brimming with tender affection. "Carter, from now on, I can prepare medicinal meals for both you and Theo."If Sharon could do it, so could she.Kelly didn't believe she was any less capable than Sharon.But Carter's gaze remained calm and deep, like a still lake. "Kelly, what matters most is that you focus on your recovery
Nate froze. "Why should I go to Sharon? Let her keep trending—what's it got to do with us?"Carter let out a frustrated laugh. "Nate… you really think just because you covered your face, no one's gonna recognize you? That video's audio is crystal clear. Your friends will know your voice anywhere. Even the mall clerks you frequent will recognize your voice."Nate sat bolt upright. "Video? What video?""The surveillance footage," Carter said.Nate blinked, stunned. "What?"All he'd seen was the trending post—photos of Sharon's trashed studio. He figured it was just her fishing for clues. No way could she pull anything from that. The cameras were destroyed.Carter repeated, "A surveillance video."Nate blurted out without thinking, "That's impossible! I wrecked those cameras myself!"The second it left his mouth, he realized his mistake. His tone faltered. "I… Carter, look, Kelly's studio got trashed. I was just… getting revenge for her, that's all..."His voice grew smaller. He
"They're wrapped up from head to toe," Wendy muttered, frowning at the screen. "Even if we hand this footage over to the police, there's no way they'll track them down."Sharon remained perfectly calm. "They covered their tracks, sure. But with the police's resources, finding them won't be that difficult."She paused, then pointed at one figure on the screen. "Wendy… look closely. Doesn't this one move a little like Nate?"Wendy leaned in, studying the footage. After a moment, she nodded slowly. "You know what… yeah. Especially the way he walks. That ridiculous strut—it's him, no doubt."No matter how well someone disguised themselves, little habits—subconscious movements—always slipped through. And someone like Nate, born into money, sloppy and arrogant, carried a dozen bad habits in his bones.Wendy snorted. "But seriously… why would he come himself? Isn't it enough to just hire people?"Sharon was unfazed. "Maybe… he just wanted the satisfaction of smashing it himself.""Yeah