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The Zane residence, a standalone villa, nestled tranquilly by the lakeside. It boasted a three-story structure with two basement levels, not to mention the sprawling yard, its boundary stretching to include the entire lakeside greenery to the right. While the total area of the Zane residence could not quite match Xander's current residence at Monsoon Villa, it remained a symbol of absolute luxury, an embodiment of many people's ultimate aspiration.Adjacent to the yard entrance, parking spaces were occupied with a variety of vehicles catering to Margaret's diverse outings. A cobblestone path, roughly three feet wide, meandered toward the main building, an array of meticulously maintained roses serving as a charming edging. The yard, a spectacle of lights and adornments, was strewn with heart symbols and horseshoes at every nook and cranny, traditional symbols of love and good fortune. Small banners, carrying wishes of "everlasting love" and "blessings for a family", were scattered all

In a rush, Abigail said, "Grandma, I can walk by myself. There's no need for him to lead me.""Silly girl, of course you can," Margaret replied with a tender touch, ruffling Abigail's hair. "Here in Florivera, we have a tradition. On her formal entry into the house, a new bride is always carried through the front door by her husband. It's a symbol to ward off any future ill-treatment."Such traditions also echoed back in Abigail's hometown of North Florivera. For instance, on her wedding day, the bride would elevate herself; the higher, the better, signifying her high status in her new family. However, Abigail, living in a modern age, found little belief in these old customs. She saw marriage as a pact of mutual respect and support, a partnership of equals. But, considering Margaret's convictions and her best intentions, Abigail chose to humor her.Xander was not a believer in such rules either, but he respected the faith of others. And truth be told, carrying his wife was a delight

Abigail said, "I'm not just looking out for Esther, but you too, Grandma. You're all my family now, so it's only right that I stand up for you."How could anyone resist a woman as beautiful, kind-hearted, and eloquent? "Abigail, you've made me so happy today," Margaret exclaimed, her face glowing with a warm smile. As for her granddaughter-in-law, she could not have asked for a more perfect match.Naturally, Margaret was not the only one brimming with joy that day. Xander felt equal happiness. He was a man of few words, but he hung on to every one of Abigail's. He saw her defend him, stand up for his sister, and embrace their status as a family. Even though she had not fully adjusted to her new role, she was striving to adapt. Everything Abigail said and did feel like a gentle warmth slowly seeping into his heart.He watched Abigail, silent and intent, until Margaret broke the tranquil moment by calling his name. "Xander, what are you waiting for? Take Abigail upstairs to change int

Looking back now, it was glaringly obvious that his grandmother was pretending to be ill. But back then, he fell for her ruse hook, line, and sinker. Following his grandmother's instructions, he drove to Florivera University, parking his car under the plane tree at the north gate, waiting for the girl to collect her things.She came promptly after the phone call. It was pretty dark under the tree, and his car window was only partly opened. From the meeting to the handover, he never got a good look at the girl's face. Maybe he was too preoccupied with finishing his grandmother's task quickly so he could return to her side. Inside the car, it was dark, and considering the slight opening in the window, he guessed she probably did not get a clear look at him either.He still remembered this incident years later, mainly because he thought the girl was impolite—she grabbed the items without a word of thanks, and she ran off. That girl could very well have been Abigail. Meaning, his connect

"Xander nonchalantly responded, letting the words slip out effortlessly, "Just a hunch."'A hunch? Could he divine a woman's intimate measurements by mere intuition?' It was a disquieting notion that he might have done this for countless others. The mere thought of him being this familiar with other women caused a ripple in Abigail's previously tranquil mood. "Have you done this... lingerie shopping... for other women?"A bemused blink, followed by a laugh that could flay the sanity from a saint, escaped Xander. "Oh, are you jealous?"He was sinfully good-looking, the kind of man who could make hell seem like a day at the beach. His smile, devastatingly captivating, caused Abigail to shift her gaze, struggling to keep the conversation on track. "You're deflecting."Seizing her hand in a sudden, firm grasp, he placed it over his heart. "Do you feel that?""Feel what?""My heartbeat."His whisper, warm as a summer breeze, brushed against her earlobe, stirring an involuntary shiver