As they disembarked from the plane, Abigail, like her usual routine, conscientiously headed to retrieve their luggage. Keith was not with them on this trip, and the burden of managing three suitcases was a tricky task for her alone. She procured a luggage cart, intending to load all three cases onto it for convenience. But, when she turned around, Xander was there with one hand steadying the cart. "I got this."Abigail could not fathom the idea of the CEO himself handling their baggage. "Mr. Zane, this really isn't a task you should have to deal with."Xander simply replied, "It's a private trip."Despite it being a private trip, Abigail still protested. "Mr. Zane..."In a timely intervention, Xander shot a glance at Esther. She immediately sprang into action, tugging at Abigail's arm. "Abigail, let the guys handle the heavy lifting.""But, Essy, this isn't right." Abigail stubbornly resisted, pulling free from Esther and returning to the luggage carousel. "Mr. Zane, let me do it.
Xander was done hearing Abigail deny being his wife to others, which was why he had interrupted her earlier. Abigail, who was oblivious to his reason, assumed that he was getting impatient and hastily waved at the young girl. She then hurriedly followed Xander from behind.The trip was a personal one for Xander, and it was unrelated to work. Hence, Abigail did not arrange for someone from the branch office to pick them up. Instead, she had rented a minivan from a rental company to drive them around. Abigail knew Xander well. He was always discreet and low-profile, and he disliked flamboyance. If it was not for his exceptionally good looks, few would notice him. The clothes he wore never showcased any ostentatious logos, and only someone with a discerning eye would realize that they were tailored just for him.Unbeknownst to her, just as they were boarding the car, Simon's luxurious vehicle happened to pass by them. Simon, who was still brooding with resentment, noticed them and instr
"That won't be necessary," Xander curtly responded.Stella handed Abigail a glass of wine while her eyes were scanning Abigail appreciatively from head to toe. "Abigail, you're so beautiful, and your figure is fantastic. I bet if you slipped into an evening gown tonight, you'd outshine us all."Xander stared at Abigail, and his gaze held a trace of possessiveness. He relished the fact that he alone had the privilege to appreciate her exquisite figure in its fullness. There was no reason for him to share this luxury with anyone else.Abigail laughed lightly. "You're flattering me. I couldn't outshine you or Susie."Stella shot back playfully. "False modesty is a form of pride, you know.""Who's being proud?" Susie, walking over with Alwyn, squeezed into their circle. "Abigail, are you trying to keep your figure a secret from every man except your husband?""Absolutely not," Abigail said and thought, 'It's probably because Nathan, like me, barely remembers what I look like, let alo
Susie, however, had a different opinion. "Even for a couple as close as husband and wife, I believe that we should still provide each other with some personal space. Gluing ourselves to each other day in and day out would likely lead to exhaustion."Stella teased, "Are you tired of Alwyn, then?"At those words, Susie hurriedly glanced back, and she was anxious. Seeing that Alwyn was not paying attention to their conversation, she let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Alwyn and I have known each other since our childhood days. The moment we hit the legal age for marriage, we got our marriage certificate. It's been nearly thirty years since I've known him, and I'd be lying if I said that I've never felt a sense of weariness. But, what truly irritates me is that he's even more controlling than my father. In his eyes, I'm like an immature child who needs constant supervision. He's always overseeing this and that. I barely have any personal space."Stella gently poked her forehead. "You're a
Melody had been obsessively watching that drama, and Abigail was dragged into watching a few snippets with her. The male lead's acting was, to put it mildly, cringe-worthy, as he was always sporting a poker face. Abigail once asked Melody how she could stand to watch it, to which Melody replied, "Who needs good acting in such sweet, lovey-dovey shows? As long as the male lead is handsome and the female lead is beautiful, it's all sweet and fluffy. That's all that matters." Melody still frequently watched the male idol's livestream and bought his endorsed products. To sum up, in Melody's eyes, the actor was a god-level handsome guy.When the male idol made his entrance, the spotlight fell on him and the crowd erupted into thunderous applause. Abigail clapped along. But, from her distance, she could not make out the idol's face. Curiosity piqued, and she wanted to see for herself if the idol was as handsome as Melody claimed. She leaned forward slightly, straining her eyes to get a bett
"He doesn't even come close to you," was what Abigail thought to herself. However, what she articulated was, "He's a hotshot star right now. Countless women are head over heels for him daily. He must be handsome. And, who doesn't appreciate a bit of eye candy?"Xander's eyebrows knitted together in slight displeasure. "How superficial!" he mumbled. 'I'm right here. Why can't she pay me any mind? Does she really think that I'm not as handsome as that actor?'Abigail murmured back in protest. "People love beautiful things; men love to look at beautiful women. So, why is it shallow for a girl to enjoy good-looking men?"Xander asked, "Is that man better looking than your husband?" Abigail was left speechless. She did not even remember what Nathan looked like anymore. How could she answer that? But, Xander, who was unsatisfied without an answer, was relentless. "Who is better looking? Your husband or that man? You can't even answer such a simple question?"Abigail gave it some serious
Given the need for silence, Abigail leaned in close enough for Xander to catch a faint scent of her. In the darkness, unbeknownst to her, he lifted a stray lock of her hair to his nose, taking in the intoxicating smell. As she explained the story behind the painting, he was too caught up in her scent to actually listen to her.Suddenly, he asked, "Abigail, what shampoo do you use?"Abigail blinked in surprise. "Mr. Zane, is something wrong?"Xander shrugged it off. "Nothing.""Someone just bid $100 million for the painting. Should we bid for it too?" she asked."Not interested." Xander dismissed it."Understood."Several more items went up for auction, but Xander showed no signs of wanting to bid. The auction was nearing its end, and it was time for the mysterious final item that the TOP Auction Gala had not announced in advance. All eyes in the room followed the item as it was rolled onto the stage.The auctioneer began. "The final item of tonight's auction has a starting bid
Abigail craned her neck to spot the bidder, but a quick scan of the crowd revealed no one. It was not until Xander settled next to her that she realized that he had been the one raising the paddle."Mr. Zane, you're interested in the manuscript too?"Before Xander could reply, the auctioneer announced, "Going once at $1,001,000..."Without hesitation, Xander raised his paddle again, bidding $10 million. The auctioneer was taken aback by the staggering sum. "$10 million going once. Do we have any higher bids?"Abigail was fully aware that money was something that Xander did not lack, but even so, seeing him push the price up to $10 million with one single gesture was nothing short of breathtaking. Swallowing hard, she repeated her previous question. "Mr. Zane, you really want this comic manuscript?""I'm not interested in it," Xander said, and his gaze did not leave her. The sight of her torn expression and her clear desire for the manuscript clashing with the harsh reality of her
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