LOGINNext morning, when she opened her eyes, the right side of her bed was clearly empty and cold. But what surprised her was that her legs were parted with a pillow in the middle, and the pain was literally gone. She felt refreshed and no longer exhausted.“Did he truly massage me last night?” She still wonders if it was a dream or true. Byron Gilbert, the Mafia King, massaged her feet. Who would believe that?She sighed as she finally rose from the bed gently to get refreshed for a new, bright day.Once she walked out of the room and went into the Living Area. She found Granny and Sara talking while sharing a cup of tea, and settled on the couch.Sara looked up at her and greeted, smiling, “Abigail, Good morning, come and sit with us.”Granny’s attention was also gone. “Good morning, Dear
Sara sighed and muttered, “Is he still angry? Should I have listened to him?”“No, you did right, Sara. If you are alright with a male doctor. He can’t make a decision against you.” Abigail refused her doubt.Sara glanced at her and smiled, “This is all because you gave me courage.”“No, you have courage because you are Gilbert.” Abigail confidently spoke, which made Sara smile to realise where she got that courage.Granny smiled proudly to hear all of that and spoke, “Yes, that’s the truth, Abigail. But Sara is also not wrong. If you did not bring Sara’s opinion, we will be left speechless.”“That’s true.” Sara agreed and smiled gratefully.Abigail smiled awkwardly, “I did what I felt fit
In the dining room, where Abigail was continuing her dinner with Sara and Granny, she suddenly heard a solid bootstep walk through the dining area and paused to glance in the direction of the sound, only to meet the striking gaze of Byron instantly.However, his gaze did not linger; he moved to Granny and spoke right away at the dining table, “Granny, we need to talk.”Granny frowned at his cold, aloof attitude and looked at him with lifted brows, “Just speak here.”Byron’s brows drew closer in her annoyance and spoke in a shrill tone, “I heard you hired a young male Psychiatrist for Sara.”Sara, who was simply waiting for her brother to speak, could not help but be shocked for a second to see his angry mood on something like that. It almost feels like she returned to old times.
“Hello, I am Doctor Ken, your new Physiatrist hired by the director. I am looking forward to supporting you and your health.” The handsome young man introduced himself as he smiled politely, maintaining a professional calm expression as his eyes lingered between Sara and Granny’s seats on the couch right before him.“Hello, Mr Ken. I am Sara’s Grandma. I heard a good amount about you from our doctor friend and decided to trust his judgment. I hope you helped my granddaughter’s leg recover completely, Mr Ken.” Granny politely expressed as she held Sara’s hand and then glanced over Ken, who right away nodded in agreement, “I understand, Ma’am. Rest assured, my work surely helped Ms Sara to walk again.”His blue eyes moved from Granny to Sara, with a soft smile, whose face instantly blushed before she lowered her gaze nervously. Not knowing, her action
“Where the hell were you walking this carelessly?” Byron’s sharp voice cut through the air, causing Abigail to instantly realise who was holding her and open her eyes to lock his.His expression sharpened as he glared at her, genuine anger flashing in his eyes. Yet, beneath the anger, a brief flicker of worry crossed his face—something Abigail did not miss.“I just did not realise there was water spilt.” Her voice trembled with fear. Her palm, still resting on his arm, tightened as anxiety and embarrassment surfaced.Feeling her trembling, he inhaled, restraining his anger. “Be more careful. You’re in late pregnancy.”His words made her feel annoyed, and she instantly adjusted her body to stand straight before speaking in a light tone, “Mr Gilbert, there is no way anyone better than I know tha
In the last few days, Granny avoided Byron as if he did not exist, while taking extreme care of Sara and Abigail.In her presence, the days go smoothly for everyone as well. It almost felt like a real mother figure had finally appeared in the home.At the same time, Byron was literally busy with his office work and barely had a chance to be home. However, nothing was left to his sight or ears; whatever was going on in the mansion was beyond his reach.He barely showed up for dinner and spoke before returning to his office and getting to work again till late at night, then leaving early in the morning.“Grandma, your cooking is truly delicious! I love this pizza for our dinner.” Sara complimented as she finished her pizza platter.“I am glad you loved it. Have it more.” Granny placed one more slice into her plate.“Thank you, Granny. I will enjoy it.” Sara smiled delightedly as she used a fork and a knife to cut new pieces and put them into her mouth, tasting the warm, melt
With the beam of sun rays, Abigail's eyes opened only to find out Byron had left for the office early in the morning. She rose up from the bed lazily and walked to the bathroom mirror to see how her old bite mark had not faded, and she got a new one right there again, just because of her devil husb
Abigail knew that an old woman like Maggy, who should be all traditional, would never like this kind of medicine, but as she was a servant, she could not have the courage to stop her or speak up in the right way."I hope you just used the right words, Maggy." She still warned her before agreeing to
"If I'm telling you wrong?" Caleb mocked, which made Tia awkward, and she wavered about commenting anymore, which made the man disappointed. He rose from his seat. "I guess you both need to talk, and my work is ending here, Ms Tia." "Mr Miller...i_" "It's alright. I don't need any explanation fro
"It's almost evening. Why is Maggy still not here?" Abigail peeked outside her window while her hands were flipping through book pages unattended. She's biting her lips nervously with every passing moment, here and there, while impatience could be read all over her face."I hope she got what I had







