"Anything you've touched..." Xander paused, his words hanging in the silent air before he uttered a single word, "Filthy."Jane's face blanched, and she roared, torn apart by his accusation. "Filthy? You call me filthy? It was the Zanes who betrayed me first, their treachery predated mine! Don't you dare call them clean. Or do all men share the same mindset, that men engaging in a reckless and hedonistic lifestyle are charming, but women who do the same are despicable?""He was even filthier!" Xander's voice seethed with a quiet fury. To him, gender did not matter—marriage demanded responsibility, commitment to one's spouse. That was the least one should expect. And it was because of this belief, when he mistakenly thought his wife had cheated, he had proposed divorce with unshakable resolve."Your callousness toward me... it's as if you were cut from the same cloth as him," Jane huffed, taking a deep breath before continuing. "You share his blood. It's only a matter of time before
Abigail had been working alongside Xander for quite some time, but this was the first time she had seen him like this. The look in his eyes, peering through the silver-rimmed glasses, was turbulent, like a lost soul. Something must have happened between him and his mother. What it was, Abigail did not feel it was her place to ask. Since joining Zane Corporation, the family affairs of the Zanes rarely came up among employees. The only rumors were about Xander wresting control of the corporation through extraordinary means, leading to the tale of him turning his back on his kin.She had been working close to Xander for quite a while without paying much attention to his private life. Only now did she realize how fraught the relationship between Xander and his sister, and their mother, Jane, truly was. Describing it as fraught did not even seem accurate. They were at complete odds with Jane. 'What could lead a blood-related family to such animosity?' she wondered. Unaccountably, she felt
After a moment's hesitation, Abigail nodded in agreement. "Alright then. Could you hand me the minced garlic, please?""Sure," Xander replied.Abigail fired up the stove, and once the oil was bubbling, she threw in the garlic, pepper, and other seasonings. A plume of smoky aroma burst forth, enveloping the kitchen despite the exhaust fan's best efforts. The fumes made Abigail's eyes water profusely, and Xander immediately offered her a tissue to dab at her tears."From now on, let me handle the cooking. You just focus on the eating part," he suggested.The sizzle of the frying pan and the roar of the exhaust fan drowned out Xander's words, causing Abigail to miss what he had said. "Mr. Zane, what did you say?"Xander just shook his head. "Nothing important.""Alright." Abigail moved on. "The dish is almost ready. Could you get a plate for me?"Turning, Xander retrieved a plate from the sterilizer. "Does it need to be washed?"Given the question, Abigail's patience remained inta
Abigail, startled, dropped the piece of pork she was about to feed Xander straight onto the floor.Xander, robbed of his bite, shot Esther a glance, his body radiating dissatisfaction. "Esther, no more blurting out like that. Don't scare Abigail.""Sure, sure, from now on, I'll tread lightly so as not to startle her." Esther moved in to hug Abigail. "Abigail, my brother can be considerate when he wants to be, right?""Mhm," Abigail replied, a bit embarrassed. She had been casually tasting the dish, and when Xander expressed interest, she naturally offered him a bite without considering the implications. "Essy, the food is ready. Let's go eat."Esther shoved the plate full of food at Xander. "Brother, you go ahead. Abigail and I have some girl talk to do."Surprisingly, Xander complied, although he moved slowly."Essy, what's up?" Abigail asked.Esther bit her lip before asking, "Abigail, if you weren't married and neither was my brother, would you like him?""No." Abigail remem
Esther poured herself a glass of wine. "I seldom drink, but tonight's selection is a prized collection of my brother's. This wine can't be bought in the markets anymore. They're all acquired from auctions at high prices. It would be a waste if I didn't take a sip."Keith added, "I've been working with Mr. Zane for a decade, and spent Easter Eves with him more than once. But those times were always full of work. This is the first time we've sat at a table together, enjoying dinner, watching television, and savoring his exceptional wine.""Let's toast to Mr. Zane and Abigail. We're grateful for Mr. Zane in providing this wonderful gathering place, and for Abigail's preparation of this splendid Easter Eve meal," Dr. Sander proposed, and Paxton could not agree more. Wherever Xander went, they followed. If Xander spent Easter Eve working, they naturally could not sit still and enjoy the holiday. The only consolation was that they were always together."The credit for this feast doesn't s
Abigail received another message on her phone from Nathan.Nathan: [I'm not sure how much is appropriate. If this is too little, I can send more.]The idea of sending Abigail a substantial digital money transfer, a modern spin on a gift akin to the ancient tradition of gifting symbolizing luck and prosperity, had not occurred to Xander until Lucas nudged him in a group message. The lighthearted probe delved into his intentions for his first Easter Eve as a newlywed—what kind of monetary gift was he planning for Abigail? When Xander turned the question back onto Lucas, asking about his own gift for Stella, Lucas replied with a laugh, "Xander, you and Abigail are still in the honeymoon phase. Don't stack yourselves against those of us in long-time marriages."In Xander's heart, the money transfer to Abigail should be as significant as possible. He had even entertained the notion of transferring half his fortune to her account. But understanding that Nathan, in Abigail's perception, di
Nathan: [Don't worry, I've kept enough for my day-to-day expenses.]Immediately, Abigail sent him a money transfer of 8,888 dollars via a mobile app, the memo attached reading, [Happy Easter!] Nathan responded with a transaction of 9,999 dollars, his note stating, [Happy Easter, my love!] They had been married for a while, but this was the first time he had addressed her this way. A blush crept up Abigail's cheeks and she was at a loss for how to reply. Out of the blue, Esther chimed in."Abigail, stop fussing with your phone. Let's eat before the food gets cold," she said. Flustered, Abigail put her phone away just as Esther added, "Who were you messaging just now, Abigail? Your face is all flushed."Caught off guard, Abigail instinctively touched her face. "It's probably because of the heat indoors and the wine I just had."Xander's gaze found her instantly. Abigail's skin was fair, full of youthful collagen, and now her cheeks were tinted with a blush that made her look as tempt
Abigail blinked, a sense of disbelief clouding her eyes. "Mr. Zane, what did you say?"Xander's tone was deep and resounding. "You've prepared a dish to suit everyone's taste. Why haven't I received the same?"Although his voice remained enchanting, Abigail could detect a hint of grievance. "The ones left unclaimed are all yours," she responded, knowing well that Xander was particular about his meals and often difficult to please. She had thus made a special effort to prepare a few extra dishes for him.Yet to Xander, her words seemed to imply that he was only worthy of the dish others did not want. 'She treats everyone else with such care and even looks out for Nathan. Why can't she do the same for me? Am I inferior to Keith?' he said in his mind.Fearing that he felt slighted, Abigail hurriedly explained, "Mr. Zane, I'm well aware of your finicky palate and preference for lighter fare. That's why I've specifically prepared this tofu salad, poached chicken, and stuffed bell pepper
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