MasukAfter thanking the officers, Louis checked the time—it was already half past nine.“Let’s head home. The temperature’s dropping; I don’t want anyone catching a cold.”Marcus stood still, muttering under his breath, “But Loraine’s favorite singer hasn’t even gone on yet…”Louis turned sharply toward
“He said he was thirsty, so I went to buy him a drink. I clearly told him not to move and when I got back, he was gone!”Loraine’s face went pale with worry. “Let’s look for him right now! I saw security guards and some police officers earlier. We can ask them for help!”The three of them forgot all
Mason, the quieter and more composed one, simply listened to the music, occasionally nodding along to the rhythm.The youngest, Manuel, was too short to see the stage at all, swallowed up by the crowd and left with nothing but the thundering music pounding in his ears.Before long, he got restless.
“Marcus, every time you sneak out, you use the same excuse,” Manuel said, crossing his arms. “Can’t you at least come up with something new?”Marcus froze. Loraine quickly jumped in with a smile. “Manuel, we really do have something serious to take care of this time. It’s boring stuff. You’d have w
“Raine, look, your fingers need to lift here, then drop cleanly. Watch my hand when I play.”In the Walker family’s grand music room, young Mason was patiently teaching Loraine how to play the piano.Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, half spilling over the glossy surface of the hundred-tho
Grace tried to lift her head, but she was too weak to manage even that small movement.A nurse quickly stepped forward and raised the head of the bed so that Grace only needed to lower her gaze to see the tiny baby in Laura’s arms.“A daughter… girls are so sweet,” Grace murmured, the words faint bu
Adora looked at the elegant, calming tulips and smiled. She reached out her hand. “They’re beautiful. Bring them over, let me take a closer look.”Louis’ face grew darker.“So it really was that slick old guy?” His sharp tongue made another appearance.Adora frowned. “Can you not? What part of hi
Thinking about all this lit a fire in Adora’s chest.But the colleagues behind her clearly didn’t share her optimism.“She’s got the looks, married into money too—why not just enjoy the good life and stop pretending she needs a job?”“You don’t get it. Rich wives these days don’t want to be trophies
It seemed Peter had done a fine job sweet-talking that rich woman—he had money to spare now.She smiled and said, “Matthews Realty stock’s been doing well lately.”“But you’ve been selling it off, haven’t you? Since you don’t want it, I’ll just buy it back.”Peter already had a plan in mind.Now tha
Hearing that, Adora felt a twinge of sorrow stir in her chest.Thinking about how Jasmine’s only son ended up like this, and her husband’s scandal with a secret child making things worse, her remaining years would be nothing but suffering.Men could still father children into their sixties and seven







