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Annabelle couldn't help thinking that Scott, this outwardly abstinent but inwardly *not-so-innocent* guy, just didn’t know how to take care of Julissa. That must be why Julissa looked so... worn out.Julissa caught her drift and, blushing, swatted the back of her hand. “I’ve got *three layers* of concealer on—how did you still notice? Looks like I really can’t be staying up all night reading novels anymore.”She didn’t forget to check in on the patient either. “Mr. Gregory, how are you doing? Are you up and moving around yet?”Scott chimed in, “You’ve spent the past six months doing nothing but living in hospitals. Maybe it’s time to go see Aunt Shirley and have her fix your luck.”Kendrick answered Julissa first, “Technically, I’m supposed to stay in bed. But I went for a walk just now, and I’m still alive—so I’d say it’s fine.”Then he looked at Scott and smirked, “Aunt Shirley gave up on me long ago. Said I’ve got nine lives and can do whatever I want.”Julissa laughed. “What are

“What do you mean ‘more unattractive’?” Seraphina frowned at him.Rial chuckled softly and continued wiping away her tears. “Exactly what it sounds like.”Seraphina brushed his hand away and turned to leave. There was no point in staying any longer.The young master was already dancing with Isabel in the middle of the floor, his hand resting gently on her slim waist. The two of them looked like a perfect match. Everyone knew what that meant.It meant Ryan was about to become Damien’s son-in-law.The young master must’ve accepted it too—after all, he was already dancing. And hadn’t he said it himself? If she’s pretty, he’d agree.And Isabel was very pretty.Still, in Seraphina’s heart, Isabel didn’t hold a candle to Anna. Sure, Seraphina couldn’t compete with Isabel, but there had to be someone who could.Lately, Seraphina found herself liking Anna so much. She never even thought of competing for the young master with her...The more she thought, the more h

Seraphina stared at the young master in a daze and foolishly asked, “Young Master, what do you mean? I… I don’t quite understand.”Even if she did understand, she wouldn’t dare to believe it.Was the young master really about to tell Mr. Knight that he wouldn't marry Miss Isabel because of her, Seraphina?Before he could even answer, Seraphina was already being pulled in front of Damien. She was still in a daze, completely unprepared.Damien had just finished chatting with two friends, who had now walked away. There was no one else beside him.Seraphina didn’t know where the beautiful Miss Knight had gone, or where the reclusive young master Aron was either.But none of that mattered.What mattered was—the young master was still holding her hand, and he said to Damien, “Mr. Knight, this is my fiancée, Seraphina. You’ve probably met her before.”The word “fiancée” fell like a pie from the sky, landing squarely on Seraphina’s head.She felt lightheaded from the impact—half stunned, half

Do you still remember that time we went to the bar together to celebrate defeating your uncle at the shareholders' meeting?You were so happy that day, drank quite a bit. I was worried you’d get drunk, so I tried to talk you out of it.But you just smiled and said, “Seraphina, today is a good day. Have a drink or two with me.”Then you called over the bartender and asked him to mix a cocktail for me.I knew that bartender specialized in creating drinks based on the customer’s personality and vibe. So I was curious—what kind of drink would represent me? I was really looking forward to it.But then the bartender asked you a question. He said, “Sir, in your eyes, what color is this young lady?”You were already a little tipsy then. You stared at me, eyes half-closed, and said: “If Seraphina were a color, she’d be violet.”Not a deep purple, and not a cold blue—something in between. A soft, dreamy color, like she might vanish at any moment.The look on your face when you described me—thin

But the young master didn’t look at her. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, dark and intense.It was a tree-lined path, lit by magnolia-shaped street lamps on one side. The soft yellow glow flickered in his deep eyes. His face showed the heaviness of alcohol and clear exhaustion.Tonight, he’d been filling in for Mr. Knight, entertaining guests, drinking nonstop, speaking endlessly.He wasn’t someone who enjoyed talking, but there were many things he couldn’t avoid—things he had to do whether he liked them or not.She remembered when she first learned to drive, how she couldn’t shake the trauma of her parents’ accident. Just sitting in the driver’s seat made her break into a cold sweat.But the young master told her, “The harder something is, the more you need to face it. It might be painful, but once you’ve tackled enough difficult things, one day you’ll look back and realize—nothing really scares you anymore. That’s when you’ve become strong.”But young master… why is it that no