Xander suddenly reached out. His slender and cold fingertips glided over her cheek, gently tucking her hair behind her ear. "I like it!"Xander liked everything she did for him.Abigail smiled upon hearing that. A faint dimple appeared on her cheek."Lie down on the bed and hold onto that hot water bottle," she said.Xander was a germophobe, and he never went to bed without taking a shower first."I'll take a shower now.""Sure." Abigail responded, turning and rushing into the bathroom. She turned on the heater, then adjusted the water temperature for him."Just take a quick shower. Don't take too long, and be careful not to catch a cold."Knowing that Xander would not wear the hotel's pajamas, Abigail looked around and found new pajamas and towels in the changing area. She brought them over and handed them to him."Here, now go ahead and take a shower."Abigail pushed him into the bathroom and hurriedly left the room. Earlier, she had asked the front desk to prepare a plasti
This was the first night they were going to spend with each other after being married for two years. Strictly speaking, it would technically be considered their wedding night.Abigail had decided to wait until Xander fell asleep before she entered the room to avoid embarrassing him just in case he wasn't up to the task. She even stayed in the bathroom for almost half an hour before returning to the bedroom.By the time she returned, he was already asleep, but the bedside lights were still turned on. She tiptoed over, wanting to tuck in his hand that was sticking out of the blanket, but his freezing hands jolted her. His hand was even colder than before. If it were not for his soft breathing, she would have thought that it was a corpse on the bed instead.Xander, still fast sleep, pulled Abigail into his arms and held her tightly after feeling a touch of warmth from her. That seductive position they were in made Abigail uneasy and she instinctively struggled. Xander may not have been
Xander's deep laughter echoed behind her. "Get ready and join me for breakfast. I made it myself."The breakfast was a simple fare—whole wheat bread with eggs, milk, and vegetable salad. But Xander had made it himself, and this added a special sense of satisfaction to Abigail's meal."It's delicious. I love it!""If you like it, I'll make it for you every day." Xander handed her the warm milk.As Abigail lifted her glass and took a sip, it left a white ring of milk around her lips. Xander reached out, gently wiping it away with his finger before bringing it to his own lips.Silent, Abigail thought, 'Isn't he a germaphobe? We're not that close, are we? Besides, this whole scenario could easily lead to wild speculations!' Embarrassed, she avoided his gaze, biting into the bread. But the moment her lips touched it, a hiss of pain escaped her.Concern creased Xander's forehead as he reached out, gently touching her lips. "Does it hurt?""Yeah, I think I might be a bit dehydrated." A
Abigail instinctively wanted to pull away, but her back was against the wall, so she had nowhere to go. She could only watch, wide-eyed, as Xander scooped more of the salve onto her lips. His approach was patient and focused, seemingly intent on addressing every inch of her lips. His gentle and meticulous actions were both comforting and nerve-wracking, causing Abigail's cheeks to flush and her heart to race.She thought perhaps if she could not see what he was doing, she would not be so excited, so she closed her eyes. However, the absence of sight only left all her other senses even more heightened.Her eyes flickered open, only to meet Xander's deep gaze head-on."All done."His voice was slightly hoarse, and Abigail faintly heard the sound of him swallowing. Work time was fast approaching; she tried to shake off the stirring feelings he evoked in her and focus on the tasks ahead."We have an important schedule today, Mr. Zane," she said, attempting to regain her professional d
They were both women, yet Daisy demeaned women with each word that came out of her mouth, as if women were born to be playthings for men. Abigail believed that women should be seen as thoughtful, independent individuals, not as someone else's property."You're going to regret not making this deal with me." Daisy warned.Abigail did not want to get into a verbal sparring match with her. "Well, let's just wait and see who ends up regretting," she replied curtly before ending the call.She immediately dialed Justin. "Mr. York, there's more money to be made. Are you in or out?"Justin answered enthusiastically, "Oh, Moneybags! Moneybags! You're my personal jackpot!"Abigail chuckled at his exaggerated excitement. "How did I suddenly become a jackpot?""Do you have any idea how much I made yesterday?" Justin asked."How much?""Take a wild guess."Abigail guessed he made quite a sum from the way he was excited. She tried to guess high. "$500,000?""You need to aim higher, Abigail.
"Who, boyfriend? No, he's my husband." Abigail clarified.Justin started firing question after question. "You got married? When did this happen? How come I didn't know about this? How old are you again? How come you've already tied the knot so quickly?""Just yesterday was the second anniversary of our wedding. Didn't I mention before that I've been married for a while?"Justin was flabbergasted. "Two years already? That long? You're not even twenty-five yet, right? So two years ago you were barely twenty-three, meaning you got married right after college?"Abigail nodded. "Yeah, about then, I guess..."Justin continued. "So, this guy, was he your college classmate, or a co-worker?"Abigail had known Justin for many years. He was one of her few friends, aside from Felix and Melody. During college, Abigail and her friends often did part-time jobs with Justin. She trusted him like an older brother and did not feel the need to hide anything from him."He wasn't my classmate or a co
Her sudden embrace caught him off guard. Xander froze momentarily, then opened his arms to catch her soft body.Abigail wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. "I eat well, sleep well, and I'm as healthy as a horse. Grandma always says I'm like a small furnace. If you hold me, you won't feel cold anymore."She thought his cough was because he was still feeling cold.Xander shook his head helplessly. "I don't feel particularly cold.""N-Not cold?" Abigail touched his hand, pondering, 'He's not as cold as last night, but he's not warm either. In this hot weather, this can't be normal.'Good thing she had contacted Dr. Watson in advance, asking him to rush to their office to check on Xander.Xander covered the area over his heart. "It's here that feels uncomfortable."On hearing this, Abigail's face turned pale with worry. "Heartache, is it? Don't worry, I'll get ahold of Dr. Watson immediately."Xander replied, "Heartache... because you've been chatting with another guy the en
"After you sent me home that day, I told him the news that Daisy was wearing a counterfeit and got him to use this information as the next day's headline. His news immediately broke out and earned him a pretty sum, so he gave me half of the earnings." Abigail looked at Xander, her eyes not unlike bright sapphires. "Mr. Zane, can you guess how much I got?"'So, it turns out that the reason she chatted so long with that man was for money.'This little money grubber!'Xander had heard her mentioning some numbers earlier, and it did not take much for him to guess how much she had gotten. However, he still played along. "Give me a hint."Abigail made a big gesture. "A huge, huge sum of money."Of course, the concept of a huge sum of money differed from person to person.For Xander, it would at least take 10 billion for him to consider it a huge sum of money.For Abigail however, 2 million was already considered a large sum.Yet, to just play along and make her happy, Xander lowered
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