Lucas pondered for a moment, realizing the truth in Robbie's words, and understood that preparing a family dinner together could create a more profound atmosphere.He immediately sent a message to Steven: [Don't bother coming over.]Steven: [Huh?]Lucas ignored Steven, pocketed his phone, and focused on the car ahead.The highway was jammed; cars were moving too slowly, and the one in front had already stopped.Robbie spoke up, "Mr. White, the GPS says there's been a major accident up ahead. It might not clear up for a while. We're probably going to be stuck here until nightfall, and we've got no food in the car."Lucas shot Robbie a sharp look that silenced him and said, "You won't die from missing one meal."Robbie muttered under his breath, looking aggrieved.Lucas asked, "What are you muttering about?"Robbie replied, "You're following your wife without even letting her know. What if she's thinking about you too? I'm just worried for you."Lucas responded curtly, "I don't
Stella sensed danger in the man's gaze and tone of voice. Instinctively, she tried to pull her hand away, but his grip was so tight that she could not free herself."Sir, I appreciate your fondness for Stella, but I'm really not her. Please let go of my hand."The man, visibly agitated, said, "Stella, I've said it before, you can fool others, but not me. That red mole behind your ear, nobody else can imitate that."Stella realized she could not deny her identity and shifted tactics. "Alright, since you've recognized me, I won't deny it. Let go of my hand, and I'll sign an autograph for you."However, the man seemed oblivious to Stella's words, pouring out his emotions. "Stella, I've liked you for many years, ever since you first entered the acting world. Even when you were just an extra playing minor roles, I fell for you."Stella smiled awkwardly. "Thanks for your affection, but could you please let go of me now?"The man did not listen, lost in his joy of finally encountering S
Stella glanced over her shoulder; in the car, her father was on a phone call, her mother was napping, and John was engrossed in a mobile game.John was tall and strong for his age, and logically, he could handle the creep bothering Stella. But John was young, unpredictable. Stella could not risk it.Her father was too old to be a match for this maniac. She could not turn to her family for help, unsure of what to do.Lucas, from his car in the rear, seethed at the sight of a guy flirting with Stella, especially as she smiled back. Yet, recalling her indifferent attitude toward him, he restrained himself.He turned away to prevent himself from doing something rash, thereby missing the signs of distress from Stella.Meanwhile, Robbie, ever vigilant, kept his eyes on Stella. It took him a while to sense something was off. "Mr. White," he finally said, "that guy looks familiar, like one of those obsessive fans who stalked your wife last year."As soon as Robbie finished speaking, the
Lucas looked at her. "First, look up at me."Stella lifted her head, glancing left and right, stubbornly avoiding eye contact with him.Lucas reached out, gently turning her face toward him. "Stella, look at me.""What's there to see? Don't I already know what you look like? Nothing special," Stella retorted, her reluctance clear, not wanting to look at him.Perhaps it was not that she did not want to, but rather, she dared not. She feared that just one look from him would make her fall for him all over again.Lucas, realizing he was getting nowhere, decided to change the subject. "That obsessive fan won't be bothering you anymore. You can rest easy.""Thanks." Stella looked at her hands. "If there's nothing else, I should head back to my car."Watching her, Lucas spoke in a low, serious tone, "Stella, don't you want to know why I'm here?""No, I don't."Lucas remained silent."If you're not going to say anything, I'm leaving."Lucas finally said, "I came here specifically f
John managed his own study time, never needing his family or teachers to worry about him.Stella said, "You keep playing; I'm going to take a walk."John replied, "Sure, just be safe. Don't wander off too far, okay? We might need to hit the road anytime."Feeling a bit guilty, Stella hummed a response. She sneakily grabbed a box of beef jerky, stuffed it in her pocket, then put on some sunglasses before stepping out of the car, pretending to stroll around casually.Finally, she approached Lucas's car door and handed him a whole packet of beef jerky. "I'm giving you this jerky as a thank you for getting me out of that situation earlier," she said.Lucas did not accept it. "Can I choose my own thank you gift?""What do you want?" asked Stella.Lucas patted the seat beside him. "Sit down and keep me company for a chat."Stella hesitated for a moment before sitting next to him. "What do you want to talk about?"Just as Lucas was about to speak, his phone rang. The screen displayed
Stella sniffled, not responding to Lucas's question. "I just hope Emma is still alive, and that I'll see her again someday."Her lack of denial was a positive sign for Lucas.He tightened his hold on her slightly. "Is it possible that Ron can't accept that Emma turned to ashes right under his nose, so he's tricked himself into believing she's still alive?"In the year since Emma's disappearance, Ron had used his vast resources to search the world for her. If Emma were truly alive, and no one was helping her hide from Ron's watchful eye, it would be unlikely that Ron would have found no trace of her.So, in Lucas's view, it was quite possible that Ron was deluding himself.Stella knew the chances of Emma being alive were slim, but she could not help hoping quietly. "Lucas, what if the person who died in front of you was me?"Lucas did not even want to entertain such a morbid thought. "Don't talk nonsense."Stella chuckled. "You know, I've kind of been 'dead' once myself. Just got
"What's our divorce got to do with Emma?"Lucas extended his hand, tenderly holding her face. "You just asked me, what if the dead person were you. I've grappled with that, never daring to probe too deep. But seeing Emma ditch Ron like that, it hit me hard."I feared you'd cut me off just as ruthlessly, so I pushed for the divorce, to set you free."Stella was still processing when a gust of icy wind whipped through the car, sending a shiver down her spine and eliciting a sneeze.Lucas did not hesitate, shedding his jacket and wrapping it around her. "Slide over; I'm shutting the door."Obediently, Stella moved. With the door shut, the car's heating system quickly kicked in, enveloping them in warmth.Stella peeled off his jacket and handed it back. "Lucas White!"It was rare for her to use his full name; it used to happen when he had gone too far, keeping her up all night. Now, hearing it sent a chill down Lucas's spine. "Stella, I'm right here, go ahead."Stella said, "I have
The traffic jam was a nightmare, stretching on for what felt like an eternity. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the line of cars finally began to inch forward.After Mitch had been crawling in traffic for nearly half an hour, he accelerated his car into a sprint on the open road, with Robbie's car following closely behind.Stella kept glancing back, and Mitch noticed. "What's up, Stella? What are you looking at?""Just checking out the traffic," Stella replied.Mitch scoffed. "Around the holidays? Forget it. Everyone's heading back to their hometowns for the holidays. Our little village's roads are always jam-packed."Their county, a hub for workers migrating to bigger cities for jobs, usually felt like a ghost town, populated mostly by the elderly and children. It was only during holiday times that the streets buzzed with life, filled with the energy of the younger crowd.Mitch continued, "White Corporation has poured a ton of cash into developing our county's tourism. If th
Emma turned and dashed into the bathroom. She cranked the faucet on and splashed water on her face, aiming to soothe her nerves.Although they were engaged, they were still too young, with countless uncertainties looming over their future. The possibility of actually walking down the aisle was up in the air.Decisions made in a rush of happiness could eventually become sources of regret. And Emma knew all too well that she couldn't afford any regrets.She thought that fortunately, Ron hadn't pushed things further, which gave her time to cool off.After freshening up, Emma stepped out to find Ron on the balcony, a cigarette in hand.She couldn't resist chiding him, "I've told you to cut down on smoking. Why can't you seem to remember?"This time, Ron complied, snuffing out the cigarette. "We should get some sleep. We've got to put our best foot forward when we meet your family tomorrow.""Okay, I'll sleep on the couch. You take the bed," Emma responded.Ron simply replied, "As y
Ron looked at her dawdling pace with disdain. "If you, a lady, can handle it, why can't I, a grown man, stay?"His words sounded noble, but Ron regretted them the moment they arrived at the hotel.Despite now earning a decent income, Emma was still reluctant to spend money.This place was hardly a hotel; it was clearly a budget inn charging only a few dozen bucks a night. The hygiene was questionable at best, and safety seemed like a gamble.Ron turned on his heel, dragging her suitcase behind him. "We're leaving, now.""It's too late, and we can't get a refund for the room.""Are you trying to get us killed?"Emma fell silent, her thoughts a whirlwind of frustration. 'I told him he wouldn't be used to cheap places. He insisted on coming with me, and now he won't even let me stay here alone. Why is he so annoying?'However, considering Ron had rushed over in the middle of the night to help her, Emma decided not to hold it against him.Ron picked the best hotel in the area—the
Rebekah glanced over at Ron; she exchanged a knowing look with him before saying, "I'll have someone tidy up the rooms. Why don't you two stay here tonight and keep me company?"Ron replied simply, "Sure."Emma had purchased a midnight flight back to South Florivera, necessitating a rush to the airport, which made staying over after dinner impossible.Yet, she found herself at a loss for words, struggling to decline Rebekah's kind offer.As she hesitated, Ron stepped in to clear the air. "Mom, I've got something on tonight. After dinner, I'll drive Emma back to her dorm."Rebekah raised an eyebrow. "What's so important?" she wondered aloud, thinking, 'Wasn't he the one insisting Emma stay over? What's he up to now?'Ron kept it mysterious. "Life stuff."Rebekah could not help but chide him lightly, "You, always the joker."Right after dinner, Ron insisted on leaving to take Emma back to her dormitory. But as soon as they were out of the gated community, he asked, "So, you reall
Ron chuckled. "I didn't know you were aware that even a cornered rat will fight."Emma shot him a glare. "Are we going or not?"Ron quickly said, "Of course. When Miss Blue commands, how can I dare not obey?"Fearing another of his notorious driving escapades, Emma hastily buckled her seatbelt as she settled into the car.Thankfully, this time Ron kept it smooth, driving steadily.As they neared their destination, Ron finally spoke up, "You know, that Tucker guy is a married man. Don't let his kindness fool you into being the other woman."Emma's gaze on Ron was fiery, seething with anger. "Do you even hear yourself? Is that what you think of me? For the last time: Tucker and I share nothing more than a mentor-mentee relationship. There's nothing else between us.""I'm just looking out for you, worried you might get deceived," Ron said, witnessing Emma's fury for the first time. Yet, he could not help but find her anger not at all intimidating, but rather endearingly foolish.R
The two sisters had a pact: no cell phones at home to keep their secrets from the prying eyes of the Blue family. Thus, Emma could call only at prearranged times, the sole window for Rihanna to catch up.Rihanna's voice bubbled with excitement over the phone, as she chattered away about her life's minutiae.Knowing Rihanna was doing well eased Emma's mind.Just as Emma was about to end the call, she heard Rihanna's voice, soft and wistful. "You're really not coming home for the holidays? If you don't, I'll be all alone."Emma's heart clenched at those words, and she made up her mind in an instant. "I'll come back the day before New Year's Eve."The Blue family had their hands full with festivities that day, too busy to notice Rihanna's absence. Emma figured slipping back unnoticed then would be her best shot.After hanging up, Emma immediately booked a flight from Valtara to South Florivera. With her ticket secured and her last bit of work finished, Emma prepared to leave her off
Emma had no interest in romance, let alone the audacity to dream that Ron might fancy her.This time, she did not pick up the thread of conversation.After dinner, Ron, as usual, drove Emma back to the university.Before parting, Ron said, "Winter break is almost upon us, and the dorms might be off-limits. Are you sure you don't want to stay at my place for a couple of months?"Emma offered a smile in response. "Thanks for the offer. I've spoken with the dorm supervisor and submitted an application in advance. I'll be able to stay over the holiday period."Ron paused before saying, "Well, if you need anything, just let me know. I'll text you my number in a bit; make sure you save it."Emma nodded. "Sure."Without further ado, Ron drove off.Upon returning to her dorm, Emma saw Evelyn and Cassie, busy packing their bags, surrounded by gifts for their parents bought from Valtara.Evelyn asked Emma, "Are you really not going home for the winter break?"Emma replied, "No, I won't
Emma did not have the guts to risk failure because she did not have a safe haven to fall back on.Lucas kicked Ron in the shin. "Come on, if you fancy her, out with it. No Hagrid heir dithers like this."Ron glared at him. "Mind your own business." In his head, Emma was already his. The thought of losing her was unimaginable.Lucas said, "Without my meddling, she'd never be yours."Ron changed the subject. "I called you here for a serious discussion."Lucas replied, "No matter how serious, it can't outweigh the matter of your lifetime happiness."Ron was exasperated. "Lucas!"Lucas relented. "Alright, alright, you talk, I'm all ears."Ron spelled out Emma's music venture with Tucker. After hearing it all, Lucas could not help but see Emma in a new light."Never pegged Emma as such a dark horse," Lucas said.Silently listening to their conversation, Emma was thrilled to have her work recognized.Lucas said, "But, getting back to it, whether a song makes money, and how much, d
Ron barked, "Lucas!"With a chuckle, Lucas responded, "Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing Emma. I'm starving. Let's grab some food and talk business while we eat."Ron snapped, "Get lost!"Lucas could not help but revel in Ron's frustration. "Ron, have you fallen so quickly? Who was it that told me they would never accept an arranged marriage?"Emma was increasingly confused by their banter. "If it's inconvenient for me to be here, I can just take a cab and leave."Ron said, "Call you dumb and you won't admit it!"Emma thought to herself, 'I didn't want to be a third wheel, cramping their style. Was that really so wrong? No good deed goes unpunished, apparently.'Suddenly, Ron grabbed Emma's hand and led her inside. "It's cold out; let's go inside."Emma had to quicken her pace, practically being dragged along.Seeing them together, Lucas laughed heartily from behind. "Ron, oh Ron, never thought I'd see the day.""Don't laugh too soon. Your day is coming," Ron shot back.Th
Emma said, "Okay."Ron asked, "Have you won over your crush?"Lucas responded, "Secret."Ron replied, "Looks like you haven't won her over."Lucas said, "As long as I make a move, there's no girl I can't win over. But I haven't made a move yet because the timing isn't right."Ron asked, "Is it because of the Sandow family?"Lucas answered, "The Sandow family wants to marry their daughter to me, and my family wants me to marry her too. But I've told them long ago that I'm not willing to do that. Nobody can make me marry a girl I don't like."Emma remained silent. 'I didn't expect that Lucas would also have the same problem as me and Ron.'It seems like the wealthier the family, the more they'll arrange marriages based on social status without considering personal preferences.'Lucas seemed to sense Emma's thoughts. "Emma, my situation with the Sandow girl is different from yours and Ron's. Don't lump us together."Ron looked at Emma and suddenly said, "There isn't any other gi