ログインFranklin’s fork slipped from his fingers and hit the plate with a soft clink.The sound felt louder than it should’ve been, sharp enough to slice through the room.Cassie froze instantly, her hand still pressed against Tristan’s. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she tightened her fingers around his, grounding both of them as she turned to look at him.Her eyes softened, filled with a quiet kind of love that didn’t need explaining.“Tristan,” she said gently, her voice steady even though her heart was pounding, “adult matters. They’re complicated. Messy sometimes. But no matter how things turn out, I need you to understand something.”She squeezed his hand. “You will always be my son.”Tristan believed her. But life had already taught him that love could shift when emotions got heavy. Promises could crack under pressure. People changed when anger showed up.He swallo
Franklin couldn’t shake it off. No matter how much time passed, the image of Evelyn disrespecting Cassie kept replaying in his head like a bad memory that refused to fade.It sat heavy in his chest, sharp and uncomfortable. He hated it. More than that, he hated how casually she’d done it, like Cassie’s kindness made her weak, like she was someone you could step on without consequences.And even now, despite Cassie gently pleading for mercy on Evelyn’s behalf, Franklin still couldn’t understand it. If anything, it made him angrier.Cassie was too soft sometimes. Too forgiving. People like Evelyn thrived on that.‘She needs to learn her place,’ he thought coldly.And what better way than to make her work under the very woman she had disrespected? Humility had a way of growing fast when pride was forced to kneel.“Sir, please,” Evelyn said, her voice shaking despit
That night at the gentlemen’s club felt like it stretched forever, like time itself had slowed just to torture Franklin.Cassie was half-conscious in his arms as he carried her out, her body warm, soft, and completely trusting.Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, fingers digging in like she was afraid he’d disappear if she let go. Even after he carefully placed her into the passenger seat, she refused to release him.“Cassie,” he said gently, trying not to sound shaken, “you have to let go. If I don’t get you to the hospital on time, your condition could get worse.”She frowned at him like a stubborn child, lips pushed into a dramatic pout. Her words came out slow and slurred. “I wish you didn’t look like Fred… but you’re so good-looking.”His breath hitched. Heat rushed straight to his face, burning his cheeks. He swallowed hard, trying to remind himself she wasn&r
“Celeste, can you give us a moment alone?” Franklin asked, his soft gaze focused on Cassie.Celeste lifted her eyes from the tablet in her hands and smiled warmly, the kind of smile that made it clear she already understood more than she let on.“Of course,” she said gently. “I’ll be with Evelyn if you need me.”She walked out, closing the door softly behind her.The moment it shut, the air in the office shifted. It didn’t just feel quieter, it felt colder, heavier, like the room itself was holding its breath.Cassie stood there, staring at the floor for a second too long, her thoughts tangling into knots she couldn’t undo.What could she possibly give him?She finally lifted her eyes. “Franklin… you already have everything. What could I possibly give you?”He studied her like he was peeling back layers she didn’t even realize she had. “You&rsq
Franklin remained blissfully oblivious to the whirlwind of thoughts racing through Cassie’s mind, as if her very existence was a background murmur to the symphony of his own world.“Cassie, I’m not just saying this because you’re helping my son,” he said, lifting another forkful of food to his mouth with the air of a man savoring a rare treasure.“This… this food… it’s world class. I’ve tasted a lot of healthy food in my life, and most of it is boring, bland, uninspired. But yours?” He paused mid-bite, letting the question hang in the air, though his eyes barely left the plate, lost in the flavors.Cassie tilted her head slightly, a small flutter of pride warming her chest. She could sense that he had something more to say, some proposition she didn’t want to risk losing in the moment.“What are you saying?” she asked softly, though her voice betrayed an eager curiosity,
Cassie stared at her, and damn, Natalie had to admit it. Cassie was professional, graceful, like she didn’t need anyone to stand up for her.There was this aura about her, the way she carried herself, like she could squash bullies with nothing but a look.“That diet is for postpartum women, because of hormonal imbalances after childbirth,” Cassie said, calm, measured. “Miss, did you try it? Or are you just trying to argue? Either way, it just exposes your ignorance. Don’t you think?”Franklin’s lips stretched into a proud smile, and when Evelyn saw it, her resolve crumbled like dry sand.“You… how dare you insult me? Do you know who I am?” Natalie’s voice rang sharp, cutting the air.Cassie tilted her head, smiling softly. “Am I supposed to die just because you’re the president’s daughter? Excuse me, who are you again? I don’t recall seeing some







