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Christian tore down the road back to Jubilee Manor, pushing his car to its limits. A drive that usually took half an hour was over in 20 minutes.Once inside the gates, his stride was frantic and sharp. He burst into the living room, but Emma was nowhere to be seen.She was likely out grocery shopping at this hour.Glancing around, he didn't see Nancy either, so he called out, "Nancy?"When no one answered, he tried again. "Nancy!"Upon hearing Christian's shout, Nancy emerged from the upstairs room and made her way to the landing of the stairs.As she looked down at him from the top of the stairs, she frowned in confusion. "Chris? What's going on?"Without saying a single word, Christian strode up the stairs toward her.The moment he reached her, he swept her off her feet and into his arms.Nancy hooked her arms around his neck, her eyes wide with shock. "Chris? W-What are you doing?"His face was a mask of cold stone, his sharp features set in a grim line.He carried her s

Nancy stood before Julian, but with every word out of her mouth centered on Christian, his mood soured even further.He looked up at her, his gaze sharp and searching, as he demanded, "Is Christian really that incredible in your eyes? Is it simply impossible for anyone else to measure up to him?"Nancy could tell that he was upset. She simply said, "All I know is that he's going to be my husband."Julian bristled at that. "Nancy, how long are you going to keep playing the fool? He's been talking about marrying you for a long time, but has he done it? Until there's a ring on your finger, stop being so delusional."His words cut deep. Nancy stared at him, caught between anger and helplessness. "Julian, you…"Julian knew he had been harsh, but he wasn't about to apologize. He averted his gaze, refusing to look at her.After a heavy silence, he muttered, "Just leave. I don't want to see you."Nancy opened her mouth to say something, but seeing how much he was pushing her away, she j

When Christian heard Nancy's question, he instinctively tightened his grip on the wine glass. Without turning around, he replied, "No."Since he denied it, Nancy didn't press any further. To stay close to Christian, she had to learn to let things slide.With that thought, she gave him a soft smile and said, "If you're feeling down, I'll just sit here quietly with you for a while."She then pulled over a chair and sat next to him. Both of them stared out of the window. Their reflections were visible on the glass.Nancy studied Christian's features, but his eyes were distant, clouded with thoughts she couldn't reach.The window was open, and the cold breeze flowed in, making the curtains flutter slightly. The shadows of the trees outside danced across the windowsill.Nancy sat there without saying a single word, but her mind was restless.After setting down his wine glass, Christian suddenly whipped his head around. His eyes were impossibly dark as he narrowed them at Nancy. In th

The next day, Seamus reached out early, asking Quentin to drop Evan off at school. Seamus was tied up with court and couldn't make it himself.Naturally, Quentin agreed, not only because he was Evan's godfather but also because he would need Seamus' help with Talia's divorce later.After dropping Evan off, Quentin was about to leave when he turned around and saw Christian dropping off Yvonne.Quentin paused in the crowd, watching.As Christian straightened after lifting Yvonne out of the car, he noticed Quentin as well.Their eyes locked across the flow of people. The unspoken tension in the air was thick.Most of the kids walked into school with their friends, but Yvonne, carrying her backpack, made her way toward the gate alone.Once Yvonne was inside, Christian ignored Quentin's gaze and turned to head back to his car.Just then, Quentin called out to him. "Mr. Lane."Christian froze, then turned to see Quentin walking toward him.Seeing him, Christian couldn't shake the i

Monica's words made Quentin let out a mocking laugh. He yanked his hand back and said with a tone full of disdain, "So what if I died? What would it change?"He leaned back in the seat. When he turned his gaze toward Monica, his gaze was full of challenge and arrogance.Monica stared at him in shock. "You—"Quentin chuckled, then continued, "If I died, they'd bury me somewhere. I wouldn't come back to life."Monica was left speechless.She had saved his life, and Quentin knew that it was a fact he couldn't change.When Monica remained silent, he gradually calmed down.After a long while, he turned to look at Monica. His tone was calm as he said, "I told you before. I don't care for reasons, and I care even less for past favors."Monica stared stubbornly at Quentin. She pressed her lips into a thin line, refusing to utter a single word.Quentin continued, "If you're going to keep insisting that because you saved me, I owe you something, then fine. Take a knife to me. Carve out