Semua Bab Second Chance at Love: From Divorcee to the Billionaire's Bride: Bab 761 - Bab 770

As I reviewed the artist profiles, Ian pushed the door open again, peeking in. “Pretty Jen, can I come in?”“Sure.” Beatrice’s words echoed in my mind, but I couldn’t turn down such a sweet kid.Ian entered with his hands hidden behind his back. Was he hiding some little creature back there? The thought made me grip my mouse nervously.“Jen, this is a cake my dad bought for me. I saved you a piece.”“Thank you.” I stood and walked over, accepting the rice cake he offered.Did he add something unusual to it? But he was so cute—maybe I could trust him just this once. If he betrayed my trust, I’d be more cautious in the future.I opened the box, and the aroma of vanilla wafted out. “Smells amazing!”Ian beamed, looking even more adorable. “My teacher says good things should be shared.”“How sweet!” I reached out to pat his head, but considering we’d just met today, the gesture felt a bit sudden.He handed me a freshly unwrapped spoon, watching me expectantly. Surely there wouldn’

"Just let me know when you need it," Ian said.“Sure!” I replied casually, and continued playing with him for another half hour. Then, I placed my hand over the screen.“Jen?” he looked up, puzzled.“We should give our eyes a little break.” I moved my hand from the screen to cover his eyes instead. “Close your eyes for a bit, then we can look out the window for a while.”He obediently followed. After a few minutes, he asked, “Can I open my eyes now?”“Go ahead!” I took the iPad from his hands and set it on the desk, gently placing him on the ground.Ian went over to the window, gazing into the distance. While he was occupied, I quickly pulled up a video of eye exercises on my computer, planning to have him try it out.Once we finished the exercises, I handed the iPad back to him. To my surprise, he powered it off.“You’re done playing?”He pointed to his smartwatch. “It’s time, just like we agreed. I want to be a kid who keeps his promises!”Whoever said he was a little devil

The show had a great vibe. Penelope worked hard and kept things smooth with her quiet, reliable demeanor. Since it was the first episode and the guests were still getting to know each other, she would chime in occasionally to ease any awkwardness. By the end of the episode, the audience’s reviews of her were overwhelmingly positive. While some trolls tried to flood the chat, other viewers quickly told them to be quiet.The show was about an hour long, and after watching the premiere, I sent Penelope a quick message: "The show was great!"A moment later, Penelope called me. She sounded hesitant, as though she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how to start.“I’m at One Entertainment now, and the work atmosphere is nice,” I said, guessing what she was curious about. “Mr. Walker and I have always been friends; leaving JL Capital doesn’t change that.”"Mr. Lloyd is quite a gentleman—a good boss,” I added.“It’s only the first day working with him, but he’s not overly picky. The j

Luke...I froze for a moment, struggling to maintain my composure while discreetly glancing at Emily sitting across from him.The restaurant was warm against the cold outside, and my eyes suddenly blurred with steam.I quickly looked away, putting my phone back in my bag and picking up my fork to eat the steamed pork on the table.What had tasted delicious and tender just moments ago now felt impossible to swallow.I forced myself to chew and swallow a few bites, but even the soft meat felt rough against my throat.Between my lost appetite and Ian not being able to handle the spice, I decided to pay and leave."Why aren't you eating anymore?" Ian asked."No time like the present - let's go get that fried chicken now."After a week, I'd thought I could handle seeing Luke normally. But just being in the same space with him, one look was enough to break down all my defenses.Afraid I might lose my composure, I quickly gathered our things."Yay!" Ian put his notebook back in h

Ian quietly stayed by my side as I stood there in a daze.When we reached the main street, he reminded me, “Jen, your car is still in the parking lot."I stared at the busy traffic, feeling completely lost."Jen..."Ian tugged at my sleeve. I looked down at him as the scene from the arcade entrance played in my mind like a silent film.Of all the toys he'd won, only one remained in my hand. I apologized to him.He shook his head."I'm already so happy you took me to the arcade!" Ian looked up at the second floor where the arcade was. "It's nothing special anyway. I won't miss it!"His words and expression made me laugh. "You don't like the arcade?"How could he lose interest after trying just one game when he loved gaming so much and there were so many different ones to try?"I prefer playing games quietly, not with people watching. The arcade isn't for me."He seemed wise beyond his years, probably aware of his sensitive status and carrying burdens no child should have to b