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He didn't expect that this woman is also Elinor's fish. Not only the call records, but also a lot of explicit love words in WeChat. Edward continued to flip through the pages and found that even when Elinor was with Nigel just now, he was also sending mushy messages to Henra Keil. He opened the text message interface and quickly edited a text message. "Dear, I miss you. Can you come to the company to see me?" After seeing that the text message was sent successfully, Edward quickly deleted the text message, and then found an opportunity to put the phone back into Elinor's pocket.

Now Edward I what is it that you wanted to tell me? or do want to wait until we reach home. No, it's best if I said it now. Edward said with a straight face. " Am in love with you Lillian Kings, would you be my woman?" And I would treat you right. My jaw dropped to the ground. I hoped my ears weren't deceiving me at all. Edward the biggest Playboy in our school district is asking me to his girl. I busting out laughing. You must be joking right? ....Now look here Young master, I don't have an interest in you, nor love you, a matter of fact I don't like you.

he said, pointing at a man in a tailored suit, his face stern, his heart uarded as he entered alone. “Recognize him?” My stomach churned, my eyes burning as I shook my head, my pulse quickening with frustration. Tom cross-checked the guest list, his hands swift, his heart resolute. “Edward Vance,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “One of Mr Richards old business associates. And—get this—he had dealings with Austin’s father, financial ties, years back.” My heart sank, my throat tightening as my pulse raced, my eyes blazing with the connection. “We need to find him,” I said, my voice shaky, my heart fierce with determination.

He had seen Edward exhibiting care and concern for another person—something he rarely saw. Yes, Edward was a philanthropist, but there was a difference between his astounding donations, and the care and affection he clearly had for the woman. He had seen him admit that he was wrong. He had even apologised to a person—her. Gone even as far as to hold a press conference to clear her name before the nation.

He ignored my words. “I know how much you don't want your daughter to land up in an orphanage and have a rough childhood like you. I have a deal.” “And what would make you think I'd want to get into a deal with you? I barely even know you.” “But I do. I mean, partly. But the birthmark on the side says something different. You are the last standing heir of the Caldwells. A family that once used to be at the same stance with mine.” I almost laughed.

He closed the album and swallowed against the lump in his throat. When he came back into the living room, Edward nodded. “Found it under the bed.” He didn’t offer any other explanation. But in that moment, Trent saw in Edward’s gaze a glimmer of the man he used to be, the man who could be capable of something as thoughtful as a gift like this. Edward could’ve kept this album for himself, or he could’ve thrown it out without saying a word. “Thanks,” was all Trent could manage. Edward just lit another cigarette he’d managed to find while Trent had been in his bedroom.

"How is your lovely man going? Kieran's father is acquaintances with Jason Kerrington. He literally is the bee's knees when it comes to shrinks so Edmund must be amazing at what he does." My jaw clenches at the mention of Edmund. You mean the man who I've barely seen since I've arrived in London? The man who has been coming home past midnight every day without saying hi to me? The man who leaves me flowers, jewellery, and chocolates without any real affection behind the sentiment? Yeah, he's doing just fine. "He's great!" I enthuse in an over the top manner, lying blatantly. Surely a pregnant woman can't sense that, right? "He's just been really busy with work. Of course, I knew that would b

No, it was not the time of darkness; it was the change of nature and the change of wind. I went inside and found him drinking coffee from an antique cup, sitting cross-legged, with no hint of destruction in his eyes. "You are late," "What?" The only sound that came from my mouth was to ask, What was he saying? How am I late? Then my eyes landed on the big antique clock that was hanging on the wall. Who is he? The Newton? He shifted his composure and ordered to pick up the book from the wooden table. "What's this?" "These are my notes,"

I spoke right inches before her lips as our foreheads were connected " I am willing to give us a chance, so please don't push me away again " "Never. " I whispered against her lips and devoured her lips, it wasn't a lustful kiss like last night. It was Real. Endearing. Enamoring.

"Richard, I...I need to tell you something," Edward said as he opened the door to Richard's office. Richard barely looked up, his focus still on his work. "Yes, sir, what is it?" he replied, his tone neutral. Edward took a step closer, his voice filled with emotion. "I like you." Richard's hands paused on the keyboard, and he turned to Edward with a look of confusion. "Yeah, I like you too. What's the big deal?" he said, expecting a discussion about work or a project.