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POV 3He furrowed his brows. There was something he remembered from a storybook that had been given to him. Even though he wasn’t even five years old yet, he was smart enough to read, or at least to understand the pictures in his storybooks.His grandma, Ellen, had given him many books, and whenever he saw something about family, Miles would stare at it deeply.He had a very warm family, and his curiosity made him realize that Dylan wasn’t actually his real father. He had once overheard it from the maids’ conversation, it shocked him a little, but he still loved Dylan very much.Dylan was his dad.Miles felt so happy with his life. The only thing he didn’t like was his illness. It made his family, especially his mother, so sad.Miles wished he could get better soon, so the people who loved him wouldn’t be sad anymore. He had been trying so hard to act like everything was fine, but the pain when it came back was always hard for him to handle.For him, his mom was the most important. Sh

CassandraSomething I never thought I would enjoy, something I once considered inappropriate. Feeling my whole body vibrate under Dylan’s touch.On the bed, with one of my hands tied, he held the other one tightly.“Dylan…” I called his name, struggling to speak because he had been kissing me nonstop.Then he trailed his way down from top to bottom, and I swear I was completely lost in the pleasure of what he was doing. His hand moved slowly across my belly, making it hard for me to breathe. He was so good at playing with his rhythm. There were moments when his eyes seemed to melt as he looked at me.Feeling as if I were floating, soft moans kept escaping my lips. Besides his dick, what I loved the most was the sound of his breath when he called my name. He tried his best to please me.I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer so our bodies pressed even tighter together. Yet he still managed to control his movements perfectly, until we were both exhausted, spent in shared

CassandraProfessor Johnson just contacted me to discuss several cases. There’s a new offer for me to take on a case, which would require me to go to Coralven. I feel quite torn about making a decision with complete confidence, because I know Miles still isn’t ready to be far away.The most important thing is being close to Doctor James. If he thinks I’m doing well as Miles’s mother and treats everything lightly… he’s the kind of doctor who rarely stays in one place for long. He could leave again at any time, and no one would know where he’d go next.Fortunately, Professor Johnson understands. He’s a teacher who’s not only wise but also genuinely cares for his students, he can sense when one of them is having problems and is always ready to help.Many people admire him for that attitude. And another piece of news I got from him is that he’ll be coming here soon to meet Sir Aston, and also for a meeting with me and Dylan.I exhaled and looked up at the sky. Today has gone quite well, a

CassandraI sat on the bed, staring at my phone screen, reading the news about what had happened to me—a car accident caused by someone’s ill intent. The police were still investigating the culprit.Since yesterday, after I came home and tried to sleep, I’d been having nightmares again. They made it almost impossible to rest. Fortunately, Dylan stayed by my side, trying repeatedly to calm me down. He did everything he could to keep the insomnia from taking over.My body still ached from the heavy impact of the crash, but what worried me the most was my mental state. The thought of dying, of being in such a terrible situation, kept looping in my head. Even when I did fall asleep, the rest was anything but peaceful.I exhaled softly through my mouth. The news had already spread, but thankfully, they only used my initials and didn’t include any photos.My phone buzzed, a message from Sebastian.Sandra, are you alright?Are you hurt anywhere?My brows furrowed as something like an invisib

CassandraBefore I could speak, the man moved even closer to me. His warm body brushed against mine, and I felt as if I were under a spell, frozen in place. He pulled me back into that uneasy heartbeat once again.As I looked at him, he was focused on the wound on my forehead. His touch was slow and gentle, and I realized that the care he was giving was truly sincere.His touch seemed to say that he disliked seeing this wound here. From his clear eyes, I could see anger burning quietly within them.I still felt uncomfortable with his actions and tried to push him away gently, but it did not succeed in making him step back. He lifted my hand, and the more I thought about it, the more I just wished everything could be calm again.Honestly, I was truly tired. For so long there had been turmoil inside me, and now peace seemed like the best choice.“Step back. I want some distance.” My voice was filled with unease.The man didn’t take his eyes off me as he suddenly lifted my hand and kisse