Se connecterCassandraMy relationship with Miles still wasn’t as close as before; he kept trying to get Miles’s attention.Sometimes I saw him talking, only to be ignored by Miles.On the other hand, I noticed Miles secretly glancing at him.Occasionally, conversations did happen between them. They actually sounded quite lively, but Miles would hold himself back again. Maybe he was trying to take things slowly—careful not to move too fast and make his dad uncomfortable.Even so, the man showed up in the dining room and had breakfast with us as if he had no burden at all.He gave a piece of his meat to Miles, then poured more milk into Miles’s glass.He did everything with smooth, effortless movements. But all this time, he had been deliberately touching my thigh. The way he did it was truly irritating.Was he trying to make me constantly aware of his presence, or was he just trying to annoy me on purpose?“Ahh…”Without realizing it, as I chewed, I let out a heavy breath.“What’s wrong, Mom?”Mil
CassandraI immediately lifted my head and was startled to see the man standing on the second floor, staring at me.I truly had no idea he was here too. Right now, with his deep gaze, he was watching me—especially when Cillian approached, his expression shifted slightly. I wasn’t mistaken; I could see his jaw tighten.“Sandra, come on. I’ll show you another piece of art.”Before I could respond to what Cillian said, the man had already lifted me and carried me toward the place he mentioned, while my gaze couldn’t leave Sebastian.After we arrived where Cillian had said, I couldn’t really enjoy the artwork in front of me.His eyes were drawing so much of my attention right now. Far more than I cared to admit—it was honestly foolish of me.I hadn’t done anything wrong to him, so why did I feel like I had?“Did you hear that, Sandra? It’s very interesting, isn’t it?”I responded to Cillian’s words—snapping back to my senses—by nodding. I truly hadn’t heard the artist’s explanation in fro
CassandraI said what had been bothering my mind right now. Cillian’s behavior made me wary, even though so far he had shown himself to be a good man.And because he was my friend Erica’s cousin, I hadn’t really appreciated his honesty before. But that didn’t mean that after his confession he had actually stopped what he used to do.He could still be a stalker.Thinking about myself, I felt uncomfortable if he kept doing this, and that was why I said it now. If he had truly been deliberately eavesdropping on my conversation with Dylan and Maria earlier, my emotions might not be able to hold back.His eyes were filled with surprise, but I kept staring at him sharply, demanding an immediate answer.He gave in as he let out a breath. “It’s natural for you to misunderstand, Sandra.”I still didn’t lower my guard, continuing to watch him closely.“When you all left earlier, I saw a reporter following you.”Right after he said that, my heart felt squeezed. Reporters were always troublesome,
CassandraThis situation was completely unexpected, and I felt like I had just been caught doing something wrong, panic rising inside me.Maria looked at me, her expression hard, but I could sense the sadness in her eyes.“Maria—”“We need to talk, Maria.” Dylan immediately took action.It was the first time I had seen this man so panicked and stepping in for another woman besides me. In that moment, I realized that Dylan seemed to have truly found the woman who had captured his interest.A moment later, we finally found ourselves in the same room. I watched Maria, she was silent.Looking at her felt like looking at myself, worried and lacking confidence.When I stepped forward, Dylan stopped me. From his expression, it was clear he wanted to be the one to explain, so I stepped back.“Maria, it’s not what you think.”He spoke rather flatly, not really explaining what had happened between us.But I held myself back from interfering in their conversation. Even though I was involved in t
CassandraI didn’t say a word in this tense situation.It felt so strange, with them standing around me. With so many surprising elements, I glanced at Dylan, hoping to keep the situation calm, but he was completely unreliable, his gaze was openly hostile toward Alex.Maybe I shouldn’t even be here, pretending to be sick. Or at least, I should have asked for a list of the artists exhibiting their works here.When I looked at Dylan’s side, Maria was staring at me with a wary gaze. Considering the past between Dylan and me, her caution was understandable, and it made me certain that Dylan hadn’t told her anything about our situation.“Sandra, I didn’t expect you to come to this event,” Dylan said, glancing at me while deliberately lowering his voice.Before I could reply, feeling stiffness in both shoulders, Cillian answered faster.“I invited her.” He smiled.Dylan didn’t seem pleased, but he didn’t say anything.What made the situation even heavier was that the man finally spoke.“Wha
CassandraAs I stood there, the aesthetic scene completely filled the building. It was truly beautiful and worthy of admiration.As I expected, it wasn’t long before I made eye contact with Ellen. She looked surprised to see me here; I hadn’t said anything to her about the invitation from Guardian Steed.She drew Paul’s attention, and then they approached.I could hear the noisy chatter of people, though it was unclear because I was focused on Ellen and Paul.Since our previous meeting, I had worked hard to set aside the uncomfortable feelings in my heart, pretending that the heavy moments never happened.My thoughts about them were that our relationship was good, like family, even though there had been conflicts that couldn’t be easily forgotten.“Sandra, you came here too.” Ellen looked genuinely happy.Her expression shifted slightly as I pulled away from her hand on my arm. Right now, I had no intention of disturbing them, and there was no need for us to always be together.I was







