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Something was peeking out from the tight, dusty space right under the low edge of the bed. He bent down, reaching underneath the heavy mattress, and pulled out a single piece of heavy, premium paper. It was a card. Adrian flipped it over in his trembling hands, and his breath hitched completely in his throat. The elegant, sweeping handwriting was unmistakable. It was a card from Mr. Hudson, filled with words of love, regret, and a deep longing to connect with his children. It was exactly like his father had said—he had been writing cards and letters to them all these years.

I replied. Her eyes sharpened. “You should be.” I held her gaze. “Why? Because you don’t like me?” “No,” she said calmly. “Because you won't last long I promise.” It settled heavily in the air between us. But this time, I didn’t let it stay there. “Maybe,” I said slowly. “But at least, I'll be given the attention you always craved for.” Her expression didn’t change. “Stop dreaming. You mean nothing to him. Wait! Don't tell me you actually trust Mr. Kane,” she let out a dry laugh. “He has treated many ladies way better than you and dumped them later, so don't get your hopes high.”

He nodded and said, “Shall I escort you to your chambers now Madame?” I nodded and together we headed off towards the lower portions of the ship. It was a silent journey and as we walked I reflected on the course of the ship. In the two weeks prior I had flown as instructed to Brazil waited to board the ship docked at the harbor there. As we reached the door of my cabin I took a chance and asked, “Could you at least tell me where we are going?” He paused for a long moment before saying, “I suppose at this point it won’t matter. We are heading for Eden.”

"Don’t be too cruel dear wife. I got some present for you." Ruby thought that it would be some lingering but when she opened the box, it was just a sneaker. "Oh! A sneaker." She commented like that. Edward smirked and said, "Disappointed?'' Ruby really wanted to rip off the smirk from his face but she kept quiet, trying to calm down her anger. "I give you with good intentions. Even if you were kidnapped again, I will remember this sneaker could recognize in the first place." Ruby snorted and said, "Edward, I will tell you one thing, if I was kidnapped again in the future, you don't need to save me anymore."

Nathan helped Jodie into the Lincoln stretch limousine and added, "Edward is actually not a bad person. He's not the most charismatic, but his intent is good." Rachel smiled at Nathan and took off her mask. "Is that so? I will keep that in mind." Despite saying that, she labeled Edward with 'perverted', 'shameless', 'heartless', 'a playboy', 'promiscuous', and others without mercy. What kind of good man would be attracted to a woman like Rue and have a child with her? In the lift, Edward sneezed lightly. Deep in his thoughts, he closed his eyes. He then raised his hand and sniffed it, allowing the remnant of the lavender smell to brighten his mood.

“That is… assuming you want to spend time with me.” “Gloria, of course I want to! How could you think I wouldn’t want to be closer to you everyday? Don’t you know I really want to spoil you and your pup madly?" Edward offers gamely. The smile slips from my face at his words, and suddenly I’m fighting back tears. Edward had helped me so much through death and joy, but I can't meet up to what he wanted which is my heart. "Or perhaps Alpha Damian won't want it"

Edwin cleared and Edward understood. “I would solve my problems with Janet. I would love it if I could keep my privacy.” Edwin urged, and Edward understood. It wasn’t easy for Edwin to open himself to them. Edward didn’t want to cross the limit. “I would find a way to cancel your engagement,” Edward also promised, and Edwin smiled. Edward was surprised to see him smiling. How much his grandson has changed, and he didn’t have any idea. And if he wasn’t wrong all these changes were because of that girl.

He doesn't wait to hear my response, already heading for the first step of the spiral staircase, ready to climb to his room, which I never had the privilege of sharing. "I need to talk now! I can't wait any longer," I say, loud enough for me to hear. He stops, seems to think about the situation, and returns to the center of the room, a sigh of resignation audibly escaping his inviting lips, which only touched mine once. Edward never desired to consummate our marriage, always treating me with courtesy; he is an extremely kind but cold man. "Tell me," he accepts to listen. "What do you have so important to tell me?"

“Anything for my daughter-in-law. Now, tell me—what’s on your mind?” Taking a deep breath, I sat up straighter. “I wanted to ask for a favor.” His eyes twinkled with amusement. “Interesting. Go on.” “Is there any upcoming event at the White House—anything that could use a catering service? I’d love for Sweet Delights to provide pastries and refreshments.” Edward leaned back, rubbing his chin. Then, to my surprise, he laughed. “You truly are your mother’s daughter.” I blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I have been awarded a break in case you’re wondering why I’m skulking around here.” “It was Vincent,” Edward confirmed and took the book back. “He’s such a slimy git. I feel like your mother and yourself are the only part of the family that turned out well.” Sebastian smiled lightly. “That’s right. Their father was also a slimy git. His wife divorced him because he was a serial cheater. Anyway, that’s enough about those two. I have a present for you.” Edward perked up at the mention of a present. “I know you don’t have a phone that works here. Your old one was found in Paris. I bought you one to use here.”