Alan's voice when greeting him just now was deep and calm, always managing to make Tatius feel better just by hearing it. The voice that always called him 'babe' or sometimes 'baobei' with a thick Chinese accent always sounded sexy to Tatius' ears. If possible, he actually wanted Alan to call him 'mon chouchou or 'mon bébé' one day, rather than baobei or some other phrase in Chinese or Italian that he did not understand very well. In the same voice. Okay, he knew for a fact that his boyfriend could not speak French. He knew it very well. That being said, in the past, when he was still working in an Italian restaurant, he often heard some of his colleagues who had French lovers always calling their lovers by those nicknames. And he could not help but find those nicknames to express their love pretty sexy... Hmm, but as far as he knew, Alan also spoke fluent Italian, thanks to Keith's influence. Was it possible that if Alan had completed his mission, he could ask Alan to occasionally

For a few moments, silence enveloped the room where the two of them were. There was only the sound of the room heating machine on the grounds that it was the middle of winter, the sound of the analogue clock ticking once every second, and the water heating kettle that Cecilia had brought with her so she could make ginger tea anytime and anywhere. He held each other's hands, and lowered his head, not daring to look at Cecilia, who until now was still waiting for an answer from him without even trying to speak for a bit. "You know what, Tatius?" Cecilia finally pulled away from Tatius a few minutes later, looking at him with a serious expression. "I know that maybe I sound like I'm forcing you to say it." He did not say anything, remaining silent while Cecilia continued her words. "But for me, you have become the most important person in my life. You are just as important as Alan and also my foster father. No, no, you are the most important person in my life for me! So, you can tell

Derek's next words made Keith furious. He moved from his place, unable to hold back his irritation any longer, so he landed his fist right into the man's solar plexus. "Ouch! That's hurt, Keith!" Derek shouted while wincing at the pain from Keith's fist. "What reason makes you think I deserve your fist!?" "No reason. You are such a pain in the ass," Keith patted his hands in satisfaction, enjoying Derek's groans of pain. "What the hell, did I do!?" "Disturbing my train of thought. And I'm not in a good mood right now," said Keith lightly, not feeling guilty at all. "Well, since you mentioned Silvano and also the fire incident in this area, do you mind to continue your explanation?" "Fine. If it weren't for the fact how cute your face is and my promise to Marie, I wouldn't have done it!" Derek took a deep breath, stood back up straight once the pain that had attacked him just now was no longer as painful as before. Derek patted his formal coat before continuing his speech. "Silvano

"Welcome back, Mrs. Clark."Rosemarie answered her household manager's greeting with a faint murmur, taking off her high heels and slipping into house slippers. Fatigue enveloped her after almost a day of staring at the computer screen without stopping and also solving business problems with new investors.“Yes…”"I wanted to inform you that an invitation letter was sent for you today.""Invitation letter? From whom?"“From your grandfather, I think…”Marie suddenly felt uneasy. His tiredness vanished in an instant, and he went straight to his household manager, and the old woman handed him an envelope containing the invitation letter that the woman meant.As soon as she learned the contents of the letter, her blood boiled, filled with the anger that was so attached. The letter was an official invitation from her paternal grandfather,To Mrs. Rosemarie Clark.You are invited to attend James Hermann's 64th birthday. The event will be held tomorrow, at 16:00. Wear formal clothes.How c

James Hermann was the first to move from his spot. The old man's jaw hardened, furious with anger."What a sassy mouth you have, young man!" James Hermann's hand grabbed Keith by the collar, but Keith did not lose his composure in the slightest. "On what basis are your false accusations?!""Grandpa! Let go of him!" Marie exclaimed in a panic once she realised what James Hermann was doing to Keith."Don't try to stop me, you unworthy grandchild!" James hissed, his gaze still fixed on Keith. "My business is with this moron! Answer my question!""I get this, Marie. Rest assured," Keith signalled to Marie to remain calm, and Marie reluctantly complied. "I have evidence to back up my statement just now. But first, let go of your grip. Do you think I can continue my speech in this position?"James seemed to consider Keith's words because the old man finally complied with Keith and released his grip, sitting back in his chair. Keith reached for his smartphone, calling Alan."Alan, bring Mr T