Hearing this, Bruce glanced at Gordon to warn him. "Gordon, knowing too much can get you in trouble.""Figures it would be you," Gordon replied.The group then entered the elevator. Inside was a girl in a costume, busy texting on her phone. Upon hearing the group's voices, she casually glanced up before lowering her gaze again. A few seconds later, she looked up once more, her eyes landing on Bruce and revealing a shocked expression. Yoyo was amazed at what she saw. She was in the presence of this good-looking, seemingly aloof man.'I must be seeing things, right? This-this is Bruce? I was planning to sneak and watch him on set with Wyneth in a few days. But he's right here now. And in the same elevator... Ahhhh, what's happening?' Yoyo was so excited that she quickly lifted her phone to take a picture of Bruce.Gordon furrowed his brows and instinctively stepped in front of Bruce. "Sorry, no photos allowed.""Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Yoyo turned bright red, realizing what she ha
Gordon looked serious. "As an actress, you should know fans who invade personal space are the worst kind.""I know." Yoyo nodded furiously, then explained, "Sure, I like Bruce, but I'm not one of those fans." She was ready to leave, but hesitated. She thought, 'Won't they assume I was following them if I leave now?' Suddenly, she spotted Wyneth's room up ahead. But as she was about to point it out, she saw Bruce ringing the doorbell. Yoyo was shocked. 'Did Bruce go to the wrong room?' She tried to approach him, but Gordon stopped her."If you're not going to invade his personal space, please leave now," Gordon told Yoyo."You rang my doorbell. I stay there," Yoyo said.Gordon scoffed, "Impossible. Stop joking. If you don't leave or if you try to take a secret photo, I'll call security." Gordon frowned, growing annoyed at Yoyo's persistence. He began to doubt her claims of being an actress, suspecting her to be a reporter trying to lower their guard.Yoyo felt threatened and embarr
Bruce's gaze swept over Yoyo's face, then settled on Wyneth's. "You two know each other?""She's my friend. We stay together now," Wyneth answered.Gordon thought to himself, 'Well, this is awkward. So, she stays here? I had thought she was a reporter and was about to call security.' He quickly apologized to Yoyo, "Sorry about that. I thought you were a reporter trying to sneak in and take pictures. What's your relationship with Wyneth?"Yoyo waved her hand. "It's a misunderstanding, no need for an apology. I'm Yoyo, and I met Wyneth when she was filming Le Palais.""I see."Wyneth's gaze darted between the faces of them, as if asking what had happened.Bruce calmly said, "Let's go inside and talk. There are too many people around."Soon, everyone was in the room.Yoyo was so close to Wyneth, it felt like she was floating. 'Bruce came to see Wyneth? Why? What's their relationship?' Yoyo thought, feeling like she had uncovered a big secret. As everyone moved into the living room
Before Wyneth called Bruce "Bro", Yoyo had misunderstood their relationship and found it unbelievable. She had a ton of questions, but decided to wait until Bruce left. Yoyo was stunned for a long time before turning her head in astonishment. "Bro?"Wyneth smiled and nodded. Seeing that Yoyo seemed to want to ask something more, Wyneth quickly added, "He's my real brother."Yoyo looked back and forth between Bruce and Wyneth, then exclaimed, "Holy cow, this is nuts!" Realizing she had used such casual language, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.Bruce seemed about to speak to Wyneth, but the doorbell's interruption stopped him."I'll get the door!" Yoyo declared, seizing the chance to escape the awkwardness.After the door opened, Gordon walked in with Bruce's assistant and glanced at everyone. "How's your conversation going?"Bruce gave him a flat look. "You need something?"Gordon cleared his throat. "The director called. He said the lead actress is hosting a dinner
Wyneth could only say with a blank expression, "The main guy should act like the main guy.""And how should a sidekick act?" Bruce asked, closing the script and looking straight at his sister's face."I'll go with you."Bruce heard her words and asked with a laugh, "Together?"Wyneth replied, "Not together.""How can that be? You're my sister. If you're not walking with me, who will you walk with?" Bruce thought, 'It's a dinner party. There'll be many people from the film set.' Bruce made up his mind. "You'll ride in my car and come with me. If anyone asks, just say we bumped into each other at the same hotel."'Such a silly answer. Would anyone believe that?' Wyneth immediately said, "No.""Wyn, listen to me," Bruce started, his frown deepening as he stood up and walked to Wyneth. "This business is tricky. Even if you don't want others to know about us, you can drop a few hints.""So, is that why you came here?"Bruce pursed his lips but did not deny it."I can ride in your
Before Wyneth could respond, Yoyo said, "Honestly, with your looks, any outfit you wear would look cool. Even if the lead actress isn't as pretty as you, you'd still stand out, no matter what you wear." After speaking, she handed Wyneth the dress she held. "So, the lead actress, not you, should be the one worried about being overshadowed. Wear whatever you want."Yoyo's words seemed to wake Wyneth up. "You're right." Just like her brothers, their good looks and strong bodies always stood out, no matter what they wore. It was about the person, not the clothes. With this in mind, Wyneth accepted the dress from Yoyo and started changing.After getting dressed, Wyneth found Yoyo sitting on the couch, patiently waiting. "You can go to the dinner. I'll wait for you to come back. Do you want me to give you a call in advance?"Wyneth's eyes sparkled. "Good idea."They set a time, and then Wyneth left with Bruce. She put on a mask before sneaking into Bruce's car. Once seated, Bruce glanced
"Sure, I spoil her. Got a problem with that?" Bruce glanced at him.Gordon clicked his tongue. "Your sister, I wouldn't dare have an opinion."Bruce watched Wyneth, a lone figure, walking away into the night. He said in a low voice, "Keep the car slow, trailing behind her."The driver quickly replied, "Sure thing."Today, Wyneth was wearing a pair of comfy medium-heel sandals. It was evening and the streets were busy with traffic, but the sidewalks were surprisingly empty. Probably because of all the upscale hotels around, most people drove cars. This allowed Wyneth to walk with ease, taking in the fresh air and the night breeze, feeling serene. She was unaware that two cars were trailing behind her.The driver kept glancing back as they trailed Wyneth. Seeing his lack of focus, Gordon called him out, "Theo, you're driving. Why do you keep looking back?""No, Gordon, it's just that there's a car following us."Suddenly thinking it could be paparazzi, Gordon turned to Bruce in al
Dexter, sitting in the front passenger seat, overheard Hayden's question. Immediately, he checked the license plate number and made a call to look it up. After a moment, he replied, "Mr. Hamilton, that car belongs to Bruce Spencer, the lead actor of the drama series.""Bruce Spencer?" Hayden's eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed at the mention of the name. "How does Wyneth know Bruce?"Dexter scratched his head, suggesting, "Maybe they met on the set?"'No, no. They just started shooting today. How would Wyneth know Bruce from the set? And even if they met, she wouldn't just hop into his car. We're nearly at the hotel. She got out here, probably to avoid being seen. She doesn't want folks knowing she's linked to Bruce,' Hayden thought.Initially, Dexter had thought the car was just sent to pick Wyneth up. And Hayden, watching her moving away through the window, instructed softly, "Follow slowly." Dexter understood; night had fallen and the streets were nearly empty. It was not saf
"I heard," Hayden sighed, thinking she might tell him not to touch her."What do you think?" Wyneth asked."Me?" A small smile formed on Hayden's lips as he gently kissed her. "It's whatever you want."Wyneth's eyes sparkled. "So, you'll listen to me?"Hayden hesitated. "Except...""What?" Wyneth's tone shifted to annoyance. "You aren't backing out, right? You just said it's up to me.""It's not that I'm backing out," Hayden said, "I just have one condition. I'll listen to you any other time, but there's one thing I can't do.""What thing?" Wyneth asked.Hayden leaned in and whispered in her ear. Wyneth's face turned a shade of pink, and she pushed him away, gasping."You're such a creep!" she exclaimed.Hayden took her wrist, drawing her close and kissed her earlobe. "What's the matter? Isn't this okay for us? Don't you think so?" As he kissed her, he began to unbutton her collar. His voice was low and smooth. "Just listen to me this one time. For everything else, whatever y
On the ride home from the hotel, tears rolled down Wyneth's cheeks nonstop. This time, though, she was not alone by the car window. She was nestled in Hayden's arms. He wiped away each tear, comforting her all the way."Don't cry. It's just a mix-up, okay? He said he's fine and will be around for a long time," Hayden whispered.Despite his soothing words, Wyneth's tears did not cease. Seeing this, Hayden, filled with concern, gently asked, "Is this not what you wanted?"Confused, Wyneth looked up. "What are you talking about? I'm beyond happy he's alive."Hayden smiled, gently wiping her eyes. "Then why are you still crying?""I'm crying because..." Wyneth bit her lower lip, with Hector's words echoing in her mind.She had always been upset, believing her father had not wanted her years ago. But just as she was about to leave, Cindy pulled her aside. "Wyneth," her mother said gently, "your dad did want you. When I divorced him, I had just one demand.""What was it?""I wanted o
Everyone was silent. Just before entering the private dining room, Wyneth blurted out, "Is he really dying?" Hearing this, Andrew's steps halted. Before he could answer, she added, "How long does he have? Why didn't anyone say anything before?"Andrew sighed and turned around. "Is that why you're here?" Wyneth pursed her lips. A wave of uncertainty washed over Andrew. 'This mom and daughter,' he thought, 'they're here because they got it all wrong. Mom is acting differently toward Dad, too. She was all tough before, but now she's gone soft, probably thinks Dad is dying. And Dad? He's just laughing, like he's having a good time with all this mess.' Andrew hesitated, then said, "Let's talk inside." He chose to hold his words for now.Hayden and Wyneth walked into the private dining room. Cindy was passing dishes to Hector. As they entered, every pair of eyes turned their way. A divorced couple and six sons stared at Hayden. Used to the predictable world of leadership, Hayden now ventur
In the end, Wyneth decided to stay. She could see the honesty in Matilda's words and knew she was sincere. Recognizing Matilda as not her birth mother made Wyneth realize she should not hold her to the same expectations. With acceptance, she focused on building her future with Hayden, freeing herself from doubts and reservations.With Wyneth's decision to stay, Matilda's heart swelled with joy and immense honor. Realizing Wyneth's sincere intentions, not merely chasing the Hamilton family's wealth, transformed their relationship. Matilda's newfound warmth toward her was evident. Gifts, once withheld, now freely flowed into Wyneth's room. At auctions, Matilda eagerly bid on items for Wyneth. During jewelry store visits, Matilda generously bought her gifts, swiping her credit card without hesitation, and welcoming her nearly as a daughter.Wyneth received a call from her mother. Even after so many years, her mom, Cindy, was still bossy. "Your father isn't doing well. You should come to
Just at that moment, a knock sounded from outside."Sir, your mother is back," someone said.Hayden could feel the person in his arms stiffen, her body tensed. "Don't worry, I'm right here," he reassured her softly."Your mother heard that Ms. Walford is here. She wants to see her," the voice from outside continued.'Meet me?' Wyneth bit her lower lip lightly. 'Why does she want to see me? To insult me again?'"She hasn't eaten yet. She can meet her after eating," Hayden said, gently turning down the request for Wyneth. Outside, everything fell silent."Won't this offend your mom?" Wyneth's voice filled with concern as she asked.Hayden looked at Wyneth, pausing for a moment before speaking. "I know she's been mean to you," he said. Wyneth's eyes widened in surprise. "I'm sorry." He bent down and lightly kissed her forehead. "You've been treated unfairly." Seeing her blink, he added, "Let's eat first. After that, I'll go with you."Wyneth was a bit nervous, but not as anxious a
Hector was speechless as Cindy mistakenly thought he was ill. Seeing her worried face, he felt the misunderstanding might not be so terrible. He shared a look with Andrew. His eldest son caught on immediately, giving a subtle head shake. Understanding the signal not to mislead Cindy any further, Hector hesitated before gently asking, "Can I see her? Even just a glance?" It had been many years since he last saw his daughter up close, and she had not called him "Dad" in all that time.Cindy, lost in thought, stared at Hector before finally nodding as if admitting defeat. "Fine, I'll call her."Later, Wyneth fell asleep. Upon waking, she found herself on the large bed in Hayden's bedroom. She saw Hayden sitting at the sofa, busy with a computer.Hearing her movement, Hayden immediately got up and walked toward her. "Awake? Thirsty or hungry? Want something to eat first?"Having slept through lunch, Wyneth was hungry, so she nodded. "Sure."After Hayden left to give some instructions,
'He shifts moods so fast,' Wyneth thought as she stared at her unattended ringing phone.Observing her delay, Hayden asked, "What's going on?"In his mind, a thought flickered, 'She seems reluctant to take the call. Perhaps there's tension with her eldest brother?'"He's calling now; must be about him," Wyneth whispered."About your dad?"They had decided to be together, and Wyneth did not hide anything from him. "Yeah, my dad."Hayden did not utter a single word."I don't like him," Wyneth softly said, staring at her ringing phone. "Answer it for me and say I'm asleep," she whispered to Hayden as she cozied up to him. Without a word, Hayden picked up the phone and conveyed the message before ending the call.After ending the call, a curious Hector asked, "Well? Where is she?"Understanding the situation, Andrew said, "She didn't answer the phone; she's asleep."Despite hearing the words, Hector felt something was off. He sighed, "She really doesn't like me.""Don't worry, D
"Trouble recognizing faces? What do you mean?" Hector Spencer asked.Andrew sighed. "Dad, he's Wyneth's ex-husband."Hector's eyes widened in surprise. "He is? No wonder I didn't recognize him. I must've barely seen him before.""Is that what's bothering you?" Andrew asked."What else would it be?" Hector replied, still taken aback.Andrew sighed. His dad, Hector, was good at many things and never stayed mad at people. But there was one funny thing about him: he could never remember faces of people outside their family. "You don't mind?" Andrew asked.Smiling, Hector replied, "Mind what? She's told everyone, so she must be ready. I've never been the dad she favored. If I object now, won't she dislike me even more?"Andrew was left speechless by this. He had not expected Hector to have no objections. "Seems like someone doesn't need your approval."Changing the topic, Hector asked, "What about your mom? Is she back?" He had been living alone for many years.Andrew exhaled. "I t
Everyone rushed to check out Wyneth's Facebook and, sure enough, they saw her admitting to the relationship, along with a freshly taken selfie.At first, Wyneth only wanted to write a post. But after Hayden tasted the joy of going public with their relationship, he suggested taking a wefie for the official announcement. Feeling his excitement, Wyneth agreed. They posted the wefie on Facebook, captioned "Officially Together". Yet, Hayden was not done. He captured another photo, this time holding her hand, eager to share their love with the world.Since Hayden was not a celebrity or idol, he had no fan feelings to fret over. Eager to declare his love, he did not hold back. His photo captured his sharp features and dark, gem-like eyes that shone under the camera lights. The image showcased his palm holding Wyneth's fair, slender hand. Their contrasting hands highlighted his affection, radiating warmly from the photo.After the photo came out, everyone was shocked. This included fans, p