“Nothing impressive,” Tiffany replied without a second thought, probably because she was still upset at the prospect of her mother getting married again, “He’s not good-looking; he’s only good with words. We’ve met before, but I don’t really know what he’s like. He’s not a widower, but a divorcee. There must have been a reason behind that divorce, right? I’m not saying that people who are divorced are problematic, but I have to at least understand how and why the divorce happened. Look at the information from the private eye; Grant’s divorce was less than a year ago. I have to find out more.”Arianne smiled silently. It would seem that Tiffany wasn’t being personal with Grant, but trying to persuade herself. She wasn’t going to back down until she had done a thorough investigation. If Lillian planned on remarrying, they would have to cross this hurdle.Tiffany rubbed her slightly bloated belly as she munched on the desserts that Mary had served, “Ari, logically speaking, based on how t
Suddenly, she felt a hand placing itself gently on her tummy. Her sensitive mental state caused her to jolt and immediately wake up. She opened her eyes and was greeted by Mark’s intensive gaze. Realizing that they were much too close together, she pushed herself away from him, “What are you doing home so early? It’s not three yet. It’s the end of the year, so shouldn’t it be pretty busy at the office?”Mark frowned at her reaction, “You don’t want to see me? I came home because I couldn’t stop thinking about you in the office and bought the books you wanted. It is busy at the office, but staying with you is most important. Did I wake you?”She was surprised at Mary for tasking him with buying her books. She shook her head, “No… I had enough sleep. I won’t be able to sleep tonight if I sleep any longer. I’m going for a walk. Rest if you’re tired.”As she got up, Mark pulled her back down and plonked her accurately into his embrace, his arms wrapping firmly around her, “Lie with me for
Mark fell silent. It took him awhile before he spoke again, “There’s no need. Only Jackson knows. I didn’t intend on mentioning it to Granny at first, but I felt that I had no right to keep her son’s death from her. Don’t ask, Ari… There are some things too vile for you to know.”Arianne wasn’t surprised by this outcome. She knew that he wouldn’t tell her so she asked, “Even though I agreed to come back to you, do you really think we could stay together? The gap between us is… too vast, even with a child. There are some distances we cannot cross.”He reached out and lifted up her chin, looking straight into her eyes. He stared directly at her and said, “I will do everything to make you come back to me, so why wouldn’t we stay together? You can love me or hate me if you want, I’ll accept it all. Leave the rest to me. I will do everything right. I love you, and I don’t believe that you don’t love me at all.”She could see her reflection in his eyes, and a glimmer of light. When someone i
It was past 7PM. Tiffany drove her car near her housing area and lingered hesitantly. The new information that the private eye had sent an hour ago kept on replaying in her mind — there was something wrong with Grant Jackson.She had initially intended on trusting her mother’s instincts or personally getting to know Grant. However, for some reason, the scales in her mind were tipped towards the detective whom she had never met. She was hesitating over whether to go upstairs and advise Lillian against dating Grant. She knew that once she said these words, there would be another war. She did not want her relationship with Lillian to return to how it used to be.After a long bout of hesitation, she typed out a message to the private eye: Is your information accurate? This is very important to me. What’s wrong with Grant Jackson? Could you please elaborate?A reply soon followed: ‘You are considered an old client of mine now. Shouldn’t you know if the information is accurate? I’ve been inv
The private eye had sent her another message — it was about Grant. The man in question may look like a prosperous business man, but in reality, he’d been in debt for ages. His offices were nothing but empty shells, and were suffering from debt. His divorce stemmed from financial difficulties too. Not too long after the divorce, he pursued her mother, Lillian. Why? Grant never showed his face when the Lane family went bankrupt. It may seem like they were closely connected, but it was really just superficial.She had a bad feeling and could not concern herself with food. She rushed out and drove her car back home.As expected, Grant was around today too. Lillian, who never liked to cook and couldn’t anyway, actually cooked today. Tiffany was shocked and upset at the same time. She’d never been able to enjoy her mother’s cooking…Surprised at her homecoming, Lillian seemed very cautious, “Tiffie, have you had dinner? Would you like to eat with us?”Grant rose to his feet and greeted her w
Tiffany rose to her feet, “Let me ask you, how well do you know Grant?”Lillian was equally enraged, “He’s known your father for many years; he’s even held you when you were a baby! How could I not know him? He’s not that good looking, but he’s a good man. Isn’t that enough? Besides, he comes from a good family background. I won’t have to worry about my future. I don’t have to rely on you for survival!”Tiffany’s rage flared up even more when she heard Lillian defending Grant, “Yes, he’s known my father for many years, but it’s all just superficial, isn’t it? He’s very ugly, there’s no doubt there, but I’m not emphasizing on looks. Let’s look at some facts; where was he when our family was bankrupt and needed help the most? He never showed his face. Don’t you think that it’s a bit too coincidental that he’s come knocking on your door now? Him? A good man? You know nothing! Did you know that he’s only been divorced for less than half a year? Did you know why he divorced? Has he told you
She didn’t want to disturb Arianne at this time and Tanya was staying with Eric, so it would be inconvenient for her to see her. She simply couldn’t swallow her rage at this point. She wanted to call the private detective right now and ask for Grant’s home address, then personally make Grant lay his cards down on the table. Unfortunately, Lillian had smashed her phone. She couldn’t contact anyone now.She drove for a few rounds and unwittingly ended up in front of the bar she used to frequent. At this point, all she wanted to do was to get drunk. She casually walked into the bar and found a table. Then, she ordered some liquor from a waitress. She finished a few rounds, then the waitress sent over a bottle of expensive wine before she could ask for another round, “Miss, this is from Mr. Smith. He’s asked you to slow down, don’t drink too much. It’s unhealthy.”Mr. Smith? Tiffany simply couldn’t place him, “Who is he? Do I know him?”The waitress bent down and whispered into her ear, “
The designated driver stepped forward to support her, “Where’s your car?”She pointed towards the side of the road, “Over there.”The designated driver was taken aback, “I’ve… never driven this car before…”All Tiffany wanted to do now was to go home and sleep, “It’s fine. Drive slowly and think of it as an average car instead of an expensive vehicle. You don’t need to pay for a thing if you bump into anything. Just make sure I stay alive.”Hearing this, the woman helped her into her car without hesitation.She thought that Jackson would have long gone to bed by the time she arrived at White Water Bay villa. Instead, the light in the downstairs living room was still turned on. When she walked in, she was faced with a sour-faced Jackson, glowering at her from the couch.She felt guilty. “Why are you still up?” she asked, with a slight lisp.Jackson didn’t answer. He walked upstairs, looking very sullen.She inadvertently saw the untouched food on the table, which he had come home to coo
Arianne had not heard that name for so long, she had to reel back in bemusement for a few seconds before finally remembering her face.Shelly-Ann Leigh… She must have spent all those years in the mental institution, right? God knows if the woman’s hair was now grey and white all over.When someone was near death, one could stand to forgive all of the history between them—even the dark ones, even if the ledger was brimming—for good. So, Arianne replied, “I’ll go with you. No matter what happened, she’s still your mother.”Mark did not expect that answer from her at all. In his surprise, he bent down and left a kiss on her lips. “I knew I picked the right woman as my wife. I thought you wouldn’t agree to let me accompany her for the last of her days…”Arianne replied nothing. She was not so obtuse that she would try to win over a woman whose days were numbered. No matter how much of an a**hole Shelly was, Arianne was still the one who came out on top. That victory was all she needed.
Arianne sneered. “You confused, little thing. I wouldn’t be daft enough to anger the mother of the man I like if I were you, girl. I would especially not say anything as low IQ as that, too. Let me be completely frank with you: no one who bears the surname of Leigh will ever get the better of me—the last one failed. Hard. I can guarantee that you’ll leave us in the span of three days. If I lose, you can stay here forever. Wanna bet? I dare you.”She left her threat hanging at that and turned her wheelchair away, leaving the scorned young woman behind.Rage came out of Raven as waves of quakes all over her body. She was lurching close to hyperventilation, but right before it became impossible to stop, she came around and battled herself to calm down. She had a feeling that even if she fainted right there and then, no one would discover her, would they?Now that Arianne and Mark had returned, the Tremont Estate had recovered its vivacity and life. It had become merry.And Raven Leigh
Melissa was the type who always pushed things to go as festive as logically possible. She leaped to her feet and raised her cup, “Yo, everyone! Let’s toast to Cindy becoming my cousin-in-law!”The crowd answered enthusiastically with their cups in the air and a roar—except Raven, who remained seated. “I have a sickly constitution. I can’t drink. I’m sorry.”Her smile was so mechanical, her face too ashen. Something flickered in Arianne’s eyes before she replied, “Sure.”After the revelry faded, Arianne steered her wheelchair to the courtyard. The outward appearance of the Tremont Estate seemed to have frozen in time, which was why being here made her feel so… safe.Of course, that was despite Henry and Mary’s passing. In the end, time passed and things changed, characters and objects came and went, and all these missing years left lingering regrets in their wake.Arianne espied the silhouette standing alone at a distance and approached her, sighing, “Nothing beats being home.”Ra
Arianne grabbed the two beauties by the hands and smiled. “Thank you! Gosh, to me… it’s like you two have grown older in the blink of an eye! How gorgeous the two of you are! Cindy, where’s your brother? Plato hasn’t come home yet?”Mentioning the name of her dear brother made Cynthia pout. “He said he was coming home half a month ago—that’s what he said. Who knows what he’s actually doing, though? Anyway, who cares about that no-good. He’s always like this anyway. Oh, um, the weather is quite hot. We should probably get inside.”Arianne nodded and shot a brief, uneasy look at Aristotle. Not once did he look like he wanted to talk to her… Could the boy be counting his grievances in his mind? Mark and Arianne had stayed in Switzerland for so long; life must have been hard for him all alone.It took until she reached the living room to finally notice Raven. “Millie, is this your younger sister?”Melissa quickly sprung to correct her. “What? Noooo. This is Ares’ classmate or something
Aristotle’s entire being stilled.He had waited for this news for nineteen years. As time passed, the flames died little by little, the heart grew more numb, until the very thought of it was no different from a pipe dream. But today, news of it coming true reached him and plunged him into a torrent of feelings.A long while later, he finally muttered under his breath, “When… When will they be back?”Jackson closed the distance between them and gave the young man a light, comforting pat on the shoulders. “Not so soon, I bet; not when your mother has just woken up and is in need of some time to recover. She did sleep for nineteen years, you know. So maybe after she’s recuperated enough for a while…” he answered. “We’ve waited for nineteen years for this, right? What’s waiting for just a little bit more compared to that? The most important thing for you to do is to manage the company to the best of your abilities. That’s the way to not disappoint your father’s expectation.”Aristotle
Cynthia had never had a relationship before, so she did not know what love was. However, one thing was for certain. She loved the feeling of being with Aristotle and how he had protected her since they were kids. Even though Aristotle had become a little domineering and “naughty”, she was not taken aback by him. Instead, she even felt a little moved, which was amazing.It wasn’t known how they ended up in bed, with their breaths synchronized. Apart from the final step, they had done just about everything else that could be done.Just as they were about to hit the final step, Aristotle suddenly stopped and helped pull the covers over Cynthia. “Let’s sleep, good night.”Cynthia was still lost in a daze from before. She did not know why Aristotle had suddenly stopped, nor did she have the courage to ask him. She had struggled for so long before having persuaded herself to go with the flow…The next day, when Cynthia woke up, Aristotle had already long gone to his company.She took a
Cynthia heard what Aristotle said, but her hands did not stop doing what they were doing. Her head was in a complete mess. “There’s no… no need. I’ll be able to be done with these now. Go ahead and get some sleep first. By the way, where am I sleeping tonight? There are so many rooms here, I’ll ask Agnes to help me clear one up.”Aristotle walked up to her and squatted. He grabbed onto her arm with one hand while the other closed the luggage. “Just sleep with me here and stop tidying already.”Cynthia suspected that she might have misheard. She took a look at the big bed behind him in a daze and suddenly felt her palm, which was held by him, burning up. “Y… You’re kidding, aren’t you, Ares? Although we used to sleep with each other a lot when we were kids, we’re all grown ups now, so wouldn’t that be a little inappropriate?”Aristotle said with a straight face, “I wasn't joking.”Cynthia panicked a little and recalled Melissa’s words once again. ‘Would Ares, whom I’ve known for so
Melissa knew that Aristotle had kissed Cynthia, so she knew what was going on. Hence, she very naturally boasted, “Of course, they’ve been engaged to each other since they were born. Coincidentally, the both of them felt the same way about each other as they grew up, so wouldn’t this make it even better? From the way I see it, your illness isn’t going to recover for the rest of your life and the both of them are probably going to have to wait until Cindy graduates before they get married. So, you’d be better off moving back to France as early as possible. Don’t worry, you’ve saved Aristotle’s life before, so he wouldn’t be stingy with you financially.”Raven wanted to control the unhappiness she had in her heart very much, but her emotions refused to follow her will. Hence, she fiercely struggled to wring free from Melissa’s grasp. Melissa was startled for a moment. “Are you crazy?”After that, Raven regained her senses and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry… I was a little unwell just n
‘You’re not that worried?’ Melissa was so furious that she laughed. “Am I the only one who’s being worried for nothing? I thought you loved my brother, didn’t you? The man you’ve been dreaming of every day has returned from France but brought a woman with him, yet you’re actually not that worried? Let’s put aside your parents’ intentions for a moment. Do you dare to say that you don’t love him? I’m only helping you because you’re my best friend, so could you not be so relaxed, as if I’m helping you for no reason?”Cynthia shook her head and lowered her volume as she said, “He… might have confessed to me. We also… did that already. So, I think he doesn’t feel that way towards Raven. It’s purely because she saved his life once. I trust that Ares will be able to handle the situation properly.”Melissa’s eyes opened wide. “What? He’s only returned for a few days, yet the two of you have already had sex? That fast?! I never knew it, but you’ve really got it in you!”Cynthia’s face flushe