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Carson grimaced bitterly. “A hundred days of injury…”Adriana gave him a sympathetic look.“Water?”Carson grinned as she turned around, then quickly added with a tensed expression, “Water—and some fruit.”Adriana fetched warm water from the tea bar and sighed inwardly. His bedroom was practically the size of a full apartment—three rooms and two halls' worth of space—and he had everything except a gas stove.“What kind of fruit do you want?”“Orange.”Adriana set down the cup, picked up a large, round orange, then sat on the single sofa next to his bed and began peeling it. She placed the bright slices onto an enameled saucer.“Eat.”Carson scratched his nose. “I don’t like the white strings on it.”Adriana looked at his sharp, handsome face, trying not to roll her eyes. She had the sudden urge to gra

Calvin’s insomnia and depression had intensified over the past few days. He often came to the villa for hypnosis sessions. This soon-to-be semi-deserted mansion had become his temporary residence. Yet, every time he came, it was with resistance. To him, it felt more like a private hospital than a home.He was sick of lying there like a puppet, manipulated by someone else’s consciousness.So today, he stopped the car far away, slung his coat over his injured arm, and walked up the winding mountain trail.From a distance, he saw a figure wandering aimlessly in the woods. Strangely, the first thought that came to his mind was Adriana. He found it ironic—had he become so obsessed that he saw her in anyone with even a passing resemblance?He feared he was truly losing his mind.But as he got closer, he realized—it was really her.Before he could open his mouth to greet her, his thoughts raced. He debated what tone to use, what words to say to appear natural, so as not to provoke her or mak

Calvin shot over like an arrow, turning his eyes to her. “What’s wrong with you again?”Adriana carried the pan and plated the second, still-visible pancake. “Nothing!”Calvin looked her up and down to make sure she wasn’t hurt. “If it’s nothing, then why did you scream?”Adriana put down the pan and poured the oil, her gaze aggressive. “Can’t I even scream?”Calvin suspected that his temper had been chipped away by some kind of magical power. After enduring it, he said, “Yes, you can. Scream as much as you want. Scream as loud as you want.”Adriana did it on purpose.From her angle, she could see Calvin’s side profile as he leaned against the bookshelf, reading a book. He didn’t move a muscle, his gaze was serious—surprisingly, he could really read.The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. And the angrier she got, the more she screamed.It was actually quite a relief to see the look on his face after drawing him in.What could she do with him?Can’t fight, can’t beat. Blac

The moon is always more emotional than the daytime. Looking at the stringed moon in the sky, it felt as if her heart was being pulled back to the happy and joyful moments of the past.Adriana hadn’t reminisced about her teenage years in a long time, because compared to her current days, those memories felt like they belonged to someone else in a previous life.She remembered the night of her sixteenth birthday — a night just as beautiful under the moonlight — when her mom, dad, and brother had prepared a warm and romantic birthday party for her in the courtyard of their home, inviting only her closest family and friends.At the party, her brother sat at the white grand piano, wearing a handsome suit, bathed in infinite white moonlight. He played the beautiful and romantic “Autumnal Whispers” for her while she danced with her mom and dad, a light and sweet cocktail in her hand.She remembered everyone laughing and having a good time that night—until the later part of the evening.She h

After replying to the email, Calvin pushed the tablet to one side and picked up his chopsticks. “Listening to you, it sounds like you want to pay for one. Should I contact the manufacturer for you?”“…”Adriana stared at him, trying to figure out how Calvin’s brain worked. “Fine. You contact them, and I’ll compensate you.”Calvin curved the corner of his mouth into a smirk and took a bite of the refreshing side dishes. “You’re so eager to replace a door, but I didn’t see you being this enthusiastic about me, your so-called savior.”“Oh? So you still want pancakes as a thank-you?”Calvin: “…”Seeing him rendered speechless in helpless frustration, Adriana laughed. “Other than pancakes, I don’t have much to repay you with. The best I can offer is, when I go with you to see that old doctor, I’ll make sure he gives you a proper diagnosis so you can recover quickly.”Calvin said, “What day are we going? I’m free today.”“Huh?”Why does this guy take everything so literally?“What? Do you n