"Well, well, did I interrupt something good?" Florence, who had been absent for quite some time, leaned casually against the doorframe, her gaze leisurely sweeping over the two people in the hospital room.Her words seemed innocent, but the sharp glint in her sly eyes betrayed her intentions.Lionel's face darkened with anger, though a trace of excitement flickered in his eyes. His hands gripped the edge of the blanket protectively.As for Chloe, despite the bandage on her forehead, her flushed cheeks and dreamy expression, along with her slightly swollen, glistening lips, painted a picture that left no room for doubt about what Florence had interrupted."Florence!" Lionel growled, his voice a mix of surprise and frustration. "How could you barge in like this? Don't you know you're supposed to knock before entering someone's room?"Despite his stern tone, Lionel was secretly pleased to see his younger sister. He had been planning to summon her back, and here she was, as if she had rea
The moment Chloe saw Lionel, her dizziness seemed to vanish completely. Yet Lionel, in his overbearing way, insisted she stay in bed and rest.Once Lionel left, she was finally free.Concerned about Geoffrey's condition, Chloe headed to the orthopedic ward with Florence.Geoffrey was lying in bed, his leg in a cast and secured with splints, casually playing on his phone.When Chloe pushed open the door, his face lit up with surprise before his brows furrowed. "Why aren't you resting? Why are you running around?" He scolded her, though his delight at seeing her was evident.Before Chloe could respond, Florence stepped into the room, towering over Geoffrey. "Oh, look at you! Practically a mummy now, and yet here you are lecturing people? You're so obviously thrilled to see her but pretending to be serious? Hypocrite!"The sudden appearance of Florence made Geoffrey's expression shift instantly.This woman! Like a persistent virus!No matter how much time passed, Geoffrey could never for
Lionel was fuming as he returned to the hospital room. Without a word, he tucked Chloe back into the blankets. Though his expression was grim, his movements remained gentle."Lion, I just—""Don't talk. Close your eyes and rest!"Chloe wanted to explain, but Lionel cut her off domineeringly before she could finish.Fine, she knew he was just worried about her.Chloe didn't protest further. She obediently lay back, reaching out to grab Lionel's hand, her fingers playfully tracing over his palm. Truthfully, she was trying to placate him, hoping to ease his anger.Lionel was furious that Chloe had left her bed when she was supposed to be resting, but even more so that she'd gone to see the man who had nearly caused her death.She was truly thoughtless, completely ignoring his feelings.Fine, he'd just bring her home where she'd be safe!As he thought this, her soft, delicate fingers wrapped around his hand, instantly softening his mood. Sitting beside her bed, Lionel's face relaxed as he
When Lionel came out, he saw Chloe smiling foolishly in the direction of the hall entrance. He looked around but couldn't spot Alex anywhere, so he turned to Chloe and asked, "Where's Alex?""He's gone," Chloe replied with a soft smile, maintaining her earlier posture.Lionel immediately pulled Chloe into his arms. His dark, obsidian-like eyes locked onto her face. "What exactly are you and Florence plotting?"With his sharp instincts, he was certain there was a secret between Chloe and Florence. And the mastermind behind it all might very well be this woman with the smile that concealed a blade."Nothing!" Chloe flatly denied."Really nothing?" Lionel gritted his teeth as his eyes darkened. "I have plenty of ways to make you talk." Bending down, he scooped Chloe into his arms and carried her upstairs.The days had been so blissful that Chloe hadn't noticed how quickly time passed. Before she knew it, winter had arrived.One morning, as Chloe stepped out of the hall, she came face-to-
In the hall, two people chatted idly, while Chloe sat alone on the second-floor terrace. She could hear Grace constantly instructing the servants—preparing this, tidying that—and specifically reminding them to make the room on the third floor as comfortable as possible for Joanna.Joanna isn't just a guest here? She has her own room? Chloe frowned slightly, recalling a memory. Once, she had tried to go up to the third floor to sleep, but the moment her hand touched the doorknob, Grace had slapped it away, snapping at her, "That room isn't for you!"So that room belongs to Joanna, Chloe thought wryly.As she sat idly on the terrace, a sudden sound of piano music floated down from the third floor. Startled, Chloe stood up. It wasn't surprising that the Williams family had a piano, but what did surprise her was that she hadn't noticed it until now.The piano notes were crisp and clear, melodious and captivating, played by someone who was clearly a master. Chloe, who hadn't touched a pian
"Come on, let's get back inside. You're practically turning into an icicle!" Lionel wrapped Chloe in his arms, clasping her delicate hands in his large, warm ones. Holding each other close, they headed into the house, completely ignoring Florence and Joanna standing behind them."Joanna, did you see that? He's not the man he used to be anymore! Even with you here, it's like you don't exist," Florence murmured."How could this happen?" Joanna muttered in disbelief, watching the pair walk away. Shaking her head, she tried to process what she was seeing.Lionel's reaction was not what she had expected. Back when she returned to the country, she had braced herself for his anger, ready to endure his scolding no matter how harsh it was—because she knew she was in the wrong. Yet, all he did was utter a faint grunt, barely glancing at her face before walking away with Chloe in his arms.She wasn't just anyone; she was Joanna! At the very least, he should've
Chloe's body stiffened, her shy smile frozen on her face. It had been about ten minutes since Joanna had called for them, and Chloe had assumed she had already gone downstairs. Who would have thought Joanna was still waiting here!Chloe wasn't used to being affectionate with Lionel in front of others.She immediately tried to pry Lionel's hands off her waist, but he tightened his grip instead, his hold becoming even more possessive as if to show off."Lion, Chloe, I thought you didn't hear me," Joanna said with a radiant smile as she gazed at the two of them. The blush on Chloe's cheeks, her slightly swollen lips, and Lionel's brooding, unsatisfied expression were all captured in her perceptive gaze. "Did I... interrupt something?" She stepped back awkwardly, giving way at the door."Oh, no, not at all," Chloe quickly responded, her face flushing even more as Lionel kept his silence, his darkened expression betraying his mood. Unlike him, Chloe wasn't rud
In the morning, Lionel opened the car door as usual and stepped into his Maybach, ready to head to work."Lion, wait for me."Joanna called out, striding over in a chic plaid winter dress paired with a pure white cashmere vest and knee-high boots. Her wavy hair swayed in the crisp morning breeze with every step.Lionel paused. Joanna met his cold gaze as she confidently slid into the Maybach."Starting today, I'll be working at K Group,"Joanna declared, brushing her hair back casually. Her delicate features, perfectly complemented by just the right amount of makeup, exuded sophistication, elegance, and allure—a vision of beauty capable of capturing any man's attention."Are you joking?"Lionel frowned, his gaze brushing over her charming face without betraying any emotion."I'm serious! With my dual doctorates, do you really think I'm not qualified? Or would you rather I consult Grandfather about this?"Joanna replied con
Joanna stared at Lionel's face—the face she had dreamed about countless times. Her eyes reddened as she whispered, "Back then, I left because I was angry with you. Nothing ever happened between me and Heather! I only involved him to make you jealous and staged that scene to provoke you..."Lionel remained expressionless, as if Joanna's words had nothing to do with him.When no further explanation came, Lionel's lips twitched slightly. "Are you done? You can leave now."The cold detachment in his tone made it clear that to him, she was nothing more than a stranger."Lion! How can you treat me like this?"Joanna's voice trembled, her pretty face on the verge of tears. She impulsively reached out to grab Lionel's hand. "I'm your fiancée, yet you look at me like I'm nobody. Even if you hate me, at least we grew up together as family. How can you act like I'm invisible? Do you know why I left three years ago? It was because you were too cold
"Didn't you already become someone else's 'dad'?" Chloe countered with a question instead of answering. Sometimes, Lionel's jealousy was just too much for her."Do you think that's what I wanted?!" Lionel spat out coldly, his tone icy. "It seems you're quite special to them. If I hadn't come to pick you up today, were you really planning to go back with him and play stepmother?""Lionel, what nonsense are you talking about?" Chloe's anger flared. Lionel's mild jealousy she could chalk up to him caring about her, but this—this wasn't jealousy. It was outright humiliation! "Do you really think I'm that kind of shallow woman?"Her face darkened as she yelled at Barton, "Stop the car. I want to get out!"Barton froze but didn't stop the car, pretending he hadn't heard her.Seeing Chloe's flushed face and the moisture welling in her eyes, Lionel felt a pang in his chest. He suddenly realized he might have gone too far.His grip loosened, an
As Chloe left the art center with Lisa at the end of the workday, they lingered at the entrance for a moment before Marcus arrived."Chloe, thank you so much…" Marcus said warmly as he stepped out of his car, his gratitude evident in his smile."It was nothing," Chloe replied, her lips curving into a faint smile. She couldn't help but take a moment to observe Marcus. Despite the time that had passed, he was still the same man she once knew—handsome, charming, and exuding an aura that made him an ideal partner in the eyes of many women.Yet, behind that polished exterior lay a man who had endured the pain of losing his beloved wife at such a young age. It took extraordinary strength to bury that grief and carry on with his responsibilities."I truly don't know how to thank you," Marcus said, his voice touched with emotion."There's no need," Chloe replied, waving her hands dismissively. "I enjoy spending time with Lisa.""Lisa, i
Florence was shopping at the mall. Joanna had returned, and she wanted to pick out an outfit as a gift for her.Having grown up together, they shared similar tastes in brands and styles. Their clothing was always high-end, limited edition pieces that highlighted the elegance and prestige of their upbringing. The kind of outfits that, when worn, exuded sophistication and grace, ensuring they became the center of attention wherever they went.A group of sales assistants hovered around Florence, their golden customer, tirelessly recommending items and gesturing enthusiastically. But Florence was someone with her own strong opinions. No matter how sweetly the saleswomen smiled or how honeyed their words were, Florence remained unmoved unless she truly liked what she saw."Well, shopping for clothes, are we?" A tall figure suddenly appeared, blocking Florence's view.Florence looked up and was greeted by Alex's radiant, sunshine-like smile.Alex?! What
Before Chloe found herself in Orchard Village, Flora had already shown signs of mental instability. Due to Chloe's disappearance and Donna's failure to secure a reputable hospital in time, Flora was admitted to a psychiatric institution.That afternoon, Chloe and Donna visited Flora at the hospital. Flora looked significantly thinner and was still in the same state as before—vacant, with a silly grin on her face.Clutching a pillow tightly, she repeatedly called it "baby." When she saw Chloe, her gaze turned dark and menacing. Pointing a trembling finger at Chloe, she lunged forward, screaming, "You evil woman! You killed my child! I'll strangle you!"Several doctors rushed in and restrained her just in time, preventing her nails from scratching Chloe's face.Did Flora still recognize her?Chloe studied Flora's pale face as the doctors held her down. Flora's constant struggling twisted her features grotesquely. Only after being administered a
In the morning, Lionel opened the car door as usual and stepped into his Maybach, ready to head to work."Lion, wait for me."Joanna called out, striding over in a chic plaid winter dress paired with a pure white cashmere vest and knee-high boots. Her wavy hair swayed in the crisp morning breeze with every step.Lionel paused. Joanna met his cold gaze as she confidently slid into the Maybach."Starting today, I'll be working at K Group,"Joanna declared, brushing her hair back casually. Her delicate features, perfectly complemented by just the right amount of makeup, exuded sophistication, elegance, and allure—a vision of beauty capable of capturing any man's attention."Are you joking?"Lionel frowned, his gaze brushing over her charming face without betraying any emotion."I'm serious! With my dual doctorates, do you really think I'm not qualified? Or would you rather I consult Grandfather about this?"Joanna replied con
Chloe's body stiffened, her shy smile frozen on her face. It had been about ten minutes since Joanna had called for them, and Chloe had assumed she had already gone downstairs. Who would have thought Joanna was still waiting here!Chloe wasn't used to being affectionate with Lionel in front of others.She immediately tried to pry Lionel's hands off her waist, but he tightened his grip instead, his hold becoming even more possessive as if to show off."Lion, Chloe, I thought you didn't hear me," Joanna said with a radiant smile as she gazed at the two of them. The blush on Chloe's cheeks, her slightly swollen lips, and Lionel's brooding, unsatisfied expression were all captured in her perceptive gaze. "Did I... interrupt something?" She stepped back awkwardly, giving way at the door."Oh, no, not at all," Chloe quickly responded, her face flushing even more as Lionel kept his silence, his darkened expression betraying his mood. Unlike him, Chloe wasn't rud
"Come on, let's get back inside. You're practically turning into an icicle!" Lionel wrapped Chloe in his arms, clasping her delicate hands in his large, warm ones. Holding each other close, they headed into the house, completely ignoring Florence and Joanna standing behind them."Joanna, did you see that? He's not the man he used to be anymore! Even with you here, it's like you don't exist," Florence murmured."How could this happen?" Joanna muttered in disbelief, watching the pair walk away. Shaking her head, she tried to process what she was seeing.Lionel's reaction was not what she had expected. Back when she returned to the country, she had braced herself for his anger, ready to endure his scolding no matter how harsh it was—because she knew she was in the wrong. Yet, all he did was utter a faint grunt, barely glancing at her face before walking away with Chloe in his arms.She wasn't just anyone; she was Joanna! At the very least, he should've
In the hall, two people chatted idly, while Chloe sat alone on the second-floor terrace. She could hear Grace constantly instructing the servants—preparing this, tidying that—and specifically reminding them to make the room on the third floor as comfortable as possible for Joanna.Joanna isn't just a guest here? She has her own room? Chloe frowned slightly, recalling a memory. Once, she had tried to go up to the third floor to sleep, but the moment her hand touched the doorknob, Grace had slapped it away, snapping at her, "That room isn't for you!"So that room belongs to Joanna, Chloe thought wryly.As she sat idly on the terrace, a sudden sound of piano music floated down from the third floor. Startled, Chloe stood up. It wasn't surprising that the Williams family had a piano, but what did surprise her was that she hadn't noticed it until now.The piano notes were crisp and clear, melodious and captivating, played by someone who was clearly a master. Chloe, who hadn't touched a pian