Mag-log inAdriana put on a stern face. "Milo, go read a picture book with the nanny. Uncle Francesco's noodles are hot—it's not safe for you to sit in his lap right now."Pouting, Milo let out a reluctant "Daddy" before letting the nanny lead him away.Francesco was well used to Adriana and the kids treating him differently by now. He leaned down to catch the scent of the noodles and gave a thumbs-up. "This is going to be good."Chris's gaze had stayed fixed on Adriana the whole time. He spoke softly, with a faint smile. "Adriana picked up all these skills taking care of me, back in the day. It really was hard on her."Before he'd even finished, Francesco let out a cold snort.He looked up at Chris, his eyes utterly without warmth. "You knew it was hard on her, and you still faked being paralyzed? You knew it was hard on her, and you still let her cook for you without a second thought? Chris, let's leave the past where it belongs."Chris really hadn't changed at all—still only ever thinkin
Adriana set everything down neatly and stood by the door, waiting for Francesco.With only one unit per floor and heating even in the stairwell, no cold air made it through even with the door open.In the dining room, Milo must have heard Francesco's voice—he immediately started squirming in his high chair, fussing to be let down and refusing to eat another bite."Daddy! Want Daddy!"Heidi had no choice but to lift him down.The moment his feet hit the floor, he took off toward the door at a run.Heidi laughed. "This one's getting more attached to Mr. Este by the day."She'd said it without thinking, but it landed hard on one listener.Chris's face turned ashen, his hand tightening around his fork and going still.From the moment Francesco arrived, his appetite had vanished completely.Adriana took Milo's hand and waited by the door for a moment before the elevator doors slid open again.Francesco stepped out, arms full, and gave the box in his hand a little shake."Milo, l
A flicker of dejection passed through Chris's eyes. In Adriana's priorities, he probably ranked below even Bella.He tugged his mouth into something like a smile. "All right. You're welcome at the estate anytime—there's plenty of room for Milo and Maeve to run around."Adriana nodded and sat down to chat with him.She told him about her company's year-end report, and he filled her in on the Slater Group's earnings for the year.As the largest shareholder, she'd made a considerable amount from it.While they were talking, Heidi came out of the kitchen."Miss Adler, what should I make for dinner?""Let me take a look."Adriana got up and went into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out a few dishes Chris was fond of."Let's make all of these. Braise the beef until it's nice and tender—no need for soup tonight.""Will Mr. Este be joining us?" Heidi asked.Whenever Francesco had the time, he came by after work—more often than not, he ate here.Adriana checked the tim
With the launch of the new product Adriana had developed, the year was officially winding down.On the day before New Year's Eve, the company let out for the holidays that afternoon.When Adriana drove home from headquarters, the streets were already thick with holiday spirit.The square that normally banned street vendors had roped off a stretch of open ground, and a dozen or so stalls had sprung up. Some sold holiday banners, some sold kites, some sold fireworks and firecrackers, and others sold toys for children.Food stalls were everywhere too, especially ones selling roasted treats—chestnuts, peanuts, walnuts—all laid out in neat rows.Adults haggled over roasted nuts and paper banners, while kids darted between the toy stalls and the firework stalls, coveting one thing after another. The whole place buzzed with life.Outside the mall, it was even more crowded, everyone loaded down with bags of holiday shopping.Adriana had meant to go in and pick up a few things, but after
Adriana leaned back against the seat and let out a yawn. "Socializing is a lot more exhausting than running experiments."As she spoke, Francesco slipped a soft travel pillow around her neck."If it's really this exhausting, you don't have to force yourself to keep at it. You have me, after all."Adriana shook her head, eyes closed. "No. However hard it is, I need to make myself stronger."Francesco knew better than to argue with her on this. He gave a helpless laugh. "Fine. But you can take your time getting there. Rushing never gets you anywhere faster."No sooner had he said it than he realized she'd already fallen asleep, her breathing soft and even."Mars, drive slower," he said quietly.To block the passing headlights that kept sweeping through the car, he raised the partition, and the back seat sank into dimness.He turned slightly, gazing at the blurred outline of her profile beside him, guilt and tenderness churning behind his eyes.It was his own past failures that h
Adriana sat beside Francesco, her gaze sweeping once over Patrick and Commissioner Pryce without a flicker of expression.Patrick kept his head down, his expression dark, lips pressed thin, his whole face a mix of resentment and forced restraint. He clearly didn't think much of his future father-in-law.Commissioner Pryce could clearly feel Patrick's lack of cooperation, and it was making him anxious.He reached over and tugged at Patrick's arm, his lowered voice half command, half plea. "Patrick, apologize to Mr. Este. Now."Patrick had known the Stanley family carried weight in political circles, but he hadn't expected his future father-in-law to be quite this deferential toward Francesco. The Stanley family's standing clearly went far beyond what he'd imagined.Reluctant as he was, for the sake of the Louis family's future, Patrick forced out a stiff smile and stepped forward awkwardly."Mr. Este—"He'd barely gotten the words out before Francesco raised a hand and cut him of
Until the end of the next workday, Adriana hadn't received a reply from Chris.She had dinner with Oliver, and on the way home, she saw Joan and her son on a video call in the living room."Chris, I want a toy.""Alright. Tell your mom what New Year's gift you want."Chris's voice was clear, tho
Francesco rose and sank into the sofa. "Sit."Adriana took the seat across from him. "May I ask what kind of meeting this is?"The clock pointed to eleven. Most of the office staff had already left. She suspected his intentions weren't about the meeting at all, but about cornering her.Francesco'
Francesco's hand froze as he raised the wine glass to his lips, long fingers brushing idly along the rim. He extended the glass toward Adriana in a mock salute before tipping it back and draining it in one smooth motion."Today, we truly meet, Mrs. Slater."The words were deliberately emphasized—e
Adriana hesitated, then stole a quick glance at Francesco. His expression remained cold and detached, revealing no trace of emotion."Could we use cooperation as leverage… to make them leave Chris alone?" she asked softly.Francesco tilted his head, not even bothering to hide the faintest smirk of






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