《Reclaiming the Love We Lost》全部章節：第 301 章 - 第 310 章

The silence inside the Wolfe penthouse was no longer cold; it was full, rich, and steady. By six o'clock that evening, the golden light of sunset poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, warm shadows across the living room rug. Hayes was sitting on the carpet, meticulously building a sprawling Lego fortress, while Aurelia babbled softly from her playpen, clutching a plush rabbit. The front door opened with a quiet click. Adrian stepped inside. He wore no jacket, his tie was loosened at his collar, and his leather briefcase was slung casually over one shoulder. He paused at the entryway, taking off his shoes with a slow, deliberate breath. For years, entering this penthouse meant preparing for an empty room or a tense, quiet room where unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Today, he simply listened. "Daddy!" Hayes scrambled to his feet, abandoning his colorful blocks to dash across the hardwood floor. Adrian dropped his briefcase without a second thought,

The rain had finally stopped. Sunlight filtered softly through the windows of the Wolfe Penthouse, painting warm streaks across the polished marble floor. Lydia was arranging fresh flowers in a crystal vase when the doorbell rang. She glanced toward the hallway. "Could you get that, Adrian?" Adrian, who had been helping Hayes assemble a model airplane in the living room, stood immediately. "Of course." He opened the front door. The moment he saw who was standing outside... his expression froze. Barbara Hart. Beside her... Sophie. Sophie looked pale and visibly worn out, but her chin was pulled up in an forced, defensive posture. Her arms were tightly crossed over her chest, her eyes darting away from Adrian as if looking anywhere else in the hallway was better than looking at him. Barbara, on the other hand, held her daughter tightly by the arm—a grip that looked far more like a constraint than a comforting touch. Barbara offered Adrian a weary, pleading look. "Adri

The new location of Lydia's Heart was beginning to take shape. The walls had been repainted. The wooden shelves had been installed. The display counters were finally in place. Even the large golden sign bearing the name LYDIA'S HEART had been mounted above the entrance. But there was still one problem. Lydia needed a pastry chef. Not just someone who could bake. She needed someone who understood flavor, presentation, consistency, and the kind of warmth she wanted Lydia's Heart to be known for. Someone who could take her old recipes and make them worthy of New York. That was how she met Julian Reed. *** "You're earlier than I expected." Lydia looked up from her notebook as a tall man entered the unfinished kitchen. Julian wore a white chef's jacket, his sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows. His dark hair was slightly messy, as though he had run his fingers through it too many times that morning. He glanced around the kitchen. “You're Lydia?" "Yes." He smiled. “Julian." They

Across the street from Lydia's Heart stood a bakery that had been there for almost fifteen years. Its sign was smaller. Its windows were older. The paint around the door had begun to fade. But Lin's Bakery had survived every change in the neighborhood.Its owner, Vera Lin, had built it with her husband before he passed away. For years, the bakery had been her pride. Her family had immigrated to New York generations ago, and Vera had grown up surrounded by the smell of butter, flour, sesame, and warm bread. Lin's Bakery wasn't glamorous. It wasn't designed for social media. But it was familiar. It had regular customers who knew Vera by name. People who had been buying her pastries for years.That had always been enough. Until Lydia's Heart opened across the street. *** Vera stood behind the counter that Saturday morning, staring through the window. The line outside Lydia's Heart seemed endless. People stood on the sidewalk holding coffee cups and pastry boxes. Some took photogra

Chapter 72: By the end of the second week, Lydia's Heart had become one of the most talked-about new bakeries in the neighborhood. The morning lines were getting longer. The new pastries were selling faster than Lydia and Julian could produce them. Customers were posting photographs online. Food bloggers had started mentioning the bakery. For Lydia, it was everything she had hoped for. For Vera Lin... It was becoming unbearable. She stood behind the counter of Lin's Bakery, watching another group of customers cross the street. One of them stopped briefly to take a photograph of the golden sign. Vera's jaw tightened. "Again." Mei looked up from the register. "What?" "Another group." She glanced outside. "They're going to Lydia's Heart." Mei didn't respond. Vera turned away from the window. "How long has that bakery been open?" "Two weeks." "And they're already this busy." "Yes." Vera crossed her arms. "That isn't normal." Mei sighed quietly. "People l