In the spacious CEO’s office, Dolly was still fuming with anger. I tried several times to get her to sit down and have some water, but she couldn’t calm down. She snapped at Miles, “What position does that woman, Rachel Cross, even hold in the company? Fire her immediately. Right now!” Panicked, I quickly covered her mouth. “Stop it, Dolly. Miles wouldn’t do that. Let’s not cause more trouble.” Dolly shoved my hand away, her eyes red with frustration as she shouted, “Shut up! What do you even know? I’m protecting you, Eve! Just listen to me! "If your precious Miles can't protect you, then he's no better than Julian Moore. You'd be better off joining a convent and spending your life in solitude than ending up with a man like that."I was stunned. I had never seen Dolly like this before. In the eighteen years I had known her, she had always been hot-tempered and straightforward, never hesitating to fight or curse in front of me, but that was always directed at outsiders. S
As we waited, Miles sat beside us in silence, quietly handing us tissues. I didn’t know how to describe it.By the time Dolly and I had cried ourselves out, the floor in front of us was littered with crumpled tissues. Meanwhile, Miles, completely unbothered, was calmly opening a second pack—rose-scented, no less. I mumbled, “Thanks…” Dolly was speechless.Miles looked at my swollen, tear-streaked face and sighed. “Eve, rest here for a bit. I need to talk to Dolly alone in the next room, alright?” I hesitated and glanced at Dolly. She hesitated even longer but still refused to nod. Miles’ tone grew firmer. “Miss Jones, if you don’t want to talk, I can have someone investigate instead. You should know that I can find out everything.” Dolly wavered. Miles pressed on. “Rather than letting me uncover something that may not even be the full truth, wouldn’t it be better if you told me yourself?“I know how much you care about Eve. That means your version of the story is the m
Before Rachel even sat down, she blurted out impatiently, “Mr. Wynn, this entire mess is because of that… that lunatic attacking me! I demand an apology and compensation!” Dolly shot up from her seat. “You filthy liar! Say one more word of nonsense, and I’ll slap you to death!” Rachel shrank back slightly, clearly aware of just how dangerous Dolly could get when she lost her temper. I quickly pulled Dolly back down into her seat. Her biggest flaw was her impulsiveness. Every time she had the moral high ground, she would end up losing it just because she was too aggressive, making people think she was the one in the wrong. Miles sat behind his desk, fingers interlocked, his expression cold and unreadable. His voice was equally frigid. “Ms. Cross, apologize.” Rachel froze. “Mr. Wynn, I…” His gaze sharpened. “The break room has surveillance cameras. You know exactly what you said to Miss White.” Rachel was rendered speechless. Under the weight of his authority, she re
To be honest, if I weren’t so desperate to know the truth, I would have already left with Dolly.The round-faced girl smiled at me. “I get it. Oh, by the way, Miss White, my name is Sophie Lane. I work in HR, mostly running errands. You can just call me Sophie.”As she spoke, she pulled out a large pouch. “I’ve got all kinds of things in here. Let’s see what you need.”Like a magician, she started pulling out foundation, lipstick, powder puffs—even a small bottle of peppermint oil for headaches.From our conversation, I learned that the commotion Rachel caused earlier had spread across the entire company in less than ten minutes.Sophie giggled. “Miss White, everyone’s saying she got what she deserved. Some of my coworkers are even planning to go out for dinner tonight to celebrate.”I asked, “Was she really that bad?”Sophie lowered her voice. “Not outright evil, but she always used her looks to bully the newbies. “Female employees had to endure her stealing credit for their work, an
I scrolled through the comments, one after another, each one more vile and repulsive than the last."I thought Moore Group and White Corporation were merging through marriage but turns out he married a woman like this. She looks just like one of those prostitutes.""Damn, bro, she’s got a great body. Pale skin, legs for days!""Tsk, I gotta admit, I’m jealous of Mr. Moore. Bet she’s wild in bed.""Wasn’t she supposed to be some rich heiress? Why does she have zero self-respect? She’s a disgrace to women.""So what if she’s rich and pretty? Her private life is a complete mess. A friend of mine said the White family’s princess is very open—she goes to bars every night and picks up a bunch of guys to play with...""Dude, stop making up imaginary friends."Dizziness and sharp pain crashed over me, making it impossible to breathe.I dropped my phone, gasping for air.Now I finally understood what Rachel had been mocking me about.Three years ago, Julian took me to a business banquet. And a
Julian had no choice but to continue. “We first met at the freshman welcome event. You asked for my number, then added me on WhatsApp. You asked me out a few times…” I interrupted him. “Were you dating Chloe at the time?” His expression tensed. “Eve, what are you trying to find out?” I spoke evenly. “I just want to clear my thoughts. Chloe said I was the one who ruined your relationship. I want to know the truth.” Julian looked doubtful, but after a moment, he patiently replied, “Back then, she and I were constantly fighting, almost every two weeks.” I remained emotionless. “I see. And did I know you had a girlfriend at the time?” He hesitated, confused by my detached tone. “Eve, you… Forget it. No, you didn’t know. But I never actually went on a date with you either.” I nodded. “Thank you.” He frowned. “Thank me for what?” I replied, “For at least knowing to keep your distance back then.” Then I asked, “And after that? Did you break up?” Julian exhaled. “After s
I sank into the dark depths of the sea.Miraculously, I didn’t feel cold.Instead, I felt warm like being cradled in my mother’s arms.The comfort was overwhelming, lulling me into a deep, dreamlike state. I didn’t want to open my eyes. I just wanted to sleep, right here, safe in this embrace.…"Blood pressure is crashing! We can’t get a reading! Start a transfusion—400 milliliters!""Defibrillator! Hurry! Clear!""Move! Prep for emergency surgery!""Eve, I was wrong! Eve, don’t do this… don’t scare me like this!""Eve! Wake up, please! Eve…""Don’t hold me back! Eve…!"So noisy.I just wanted to sleep.I tried to speak, but suddenly, a thick, metallic taste filled my mouth, and I coughed up a rush of blood."She’s vomiting blood—!"Vomiting blood?I wasn’t dead yet?I struggled to open my eyes.And somehow, I did.Blinding white fluorescent lights glared down at me. The air buzzed with frantic voices, overlapping in chaos."Eve, hold on."A voice cut through the noise, searing int
A kiss as light as a butterfly’s wing landed on my cheek.A kiss?That was supposed to be a kiss?Was he trying to fool a child?Annoyance bubbled up inside me.I fumed about it, fumed some more, and then just like that my eyes suddenly flew open.The man in front of me froze, completely stunned.Then, his expression shifted—his smile growing wider and brighter by the second.I pouted, still unhappy. “Liar…”His laughter was soft, his eyes shining with a light I had never seen before.And then, just as I was about to complain further, he suddenly leaned down and captured my lips in a deep, lingering kiss.Now that—that was a real kiss.…I woke up one month after falling into a coma.And the first thing I saw was Miles.And then… he kissed me awake.It was a beautiful way to return to the world.I felt good. Reborn, almost.Dolly arrived within minutes, practically tripping over herself as she burst into the hospital room, wailing as she threw herself onto me.With my throat still raw
When I saw my brother, I couldn’t help but wave excitedly. He noticed me and looked surprised. "Eve? What are you doing here?" Saying that, he immediately stepped away from the others and walked toward me. I pouted playfully. "I was going crazy stuck in the hospital. I made Miles take me out for some fresh air." Nicholas shot a sharp glare at Miles. "This was your idea, wasn’t it?" Miles smiled leisurely. "Well, sooner or later, the bride has to meet the in-laws. No point in keeping her hidden." I watched as my brother’s jaw clenched slightly. That remark… it was definitely a double meaning. It looked like Miles was the more cunning one here. Nicholas exhaled and turned to me. "Eve, there are a lot of people here. Let him take you upstairs to rest." He paused before adding, "I’ll take you back to the hospital soon." I grinned. "No need. Miles will take me back. You should focus on escorting your special guest instead." My brother’s handsome face instantly turned r
My gossip-loving heart was burning with curiosity, but this wasn’t the right occasion to pry too much. After eating until I was about seventy or eighty percent full, I asked, "Why isn’t my brother here yet?" Sharon’s expression stiffened for a brief moment before she quickly smiled. "He said he had to work late tonight, but he should be on his way soon." After saying that, she glanced at Miles with a look of silent pleading. Miles caught on immediately, smiling knowingly as he picked up his phone. "I’ll give him a little push." A few minutes later, he returned and said, "Nicholas is on his way. He’ll be here in ten minutes." I saw Sharon let out a long sigh of relief. Now I was even more puzzled. Did my brother really not like Sharon? But she clearly liked him a lot. Since when did my brother become so picky? As soon as she heard he was coming, Sharon seemed to come alive with newfound energy, her whole demeanor bright and spirited. She became even more attentive to
The guests at the table conversed in low voices, occasionally sipping their champagne. When Miles approached, they looked up in surprise. He was used to drawing attention. With thoughtful care, he wheeled me to the table, and the waiters hurried to pour tea and set out plates. The distinguished guests at the table fixed their gazes on us. Someone recognized Miles and was visibly shocked. "Isn’t that… Mr. Wynn?" Just then, a delighted voice echoed from the wooden spiral staircase. "Miles! You made it!" Everyone turned toward the speaker. A stunning woman with a graceful figure descended the steps with effortless elegance. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Dressed in a striking red silk gown, she exuded confidence and allure, like a flame burning quietly in the dim light. Her skin was porcelain fair, and her long, jet-black hair was styled into an elegant updo, adorned with a single rose. The rose was placed artfully, pinned from the left at a slight angle into
Miles thought for a moment before answering, "A woman." I grinned. "I figured the person hosting a private art exhibition would be a woman. Is she pretty? Is my brother going?" Miles looked momentarily caught off guard by my barrage of questions. He chuckled. "Alright, to be honest, I don’t actually know her that well. Your brother is the one who knows her, and he pulled me along. I figured you must be bored, so I asked Dr. Reed for permission to take you out." He glanced at my leg. "Dr. Reed said your leg is fine as long as you don’t overexert yourself." I nodded eagerly. "I can do it. I’m fine. Just give me a cane, and I can walk on my own." Miles couldn’t help but laugh at my enthusiasm. "Silly girl." I was too curious to let it go. "So, is she my brother’s old classmate or yours? And is she pretty? Does my brother like her?" Miles sighed in defeat and smiled helplessly. "Alright, alright. She’s your brother’s old classmate, not mine. And… it seems like she has a th
Was there anything more embarrassing than this? I pretended nothing had happened and shamelessly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep as soon as the check-up was over.But my attempt to cover it up was useless because, at 6:30 in the evening, Miles arrived. This time, he brought two women who looked like assistants. He told them, "I’m taking her out for some fresh air. Please help her get ready." The two women were very polite and smiled as they responded, "Of course, Mr. Wynn. Please step outside for a moment." Then, they opened the suitcase they had brought with them and took out an entire set of items. I looked over and saw a brand-new dress, a complete set of unopened cosmetics, and even a hairdryer. I was both surprised and delighted. I had actually been in the hospital for over a month. Even excluding the time I was unconscious, I had still been here for half a month. To a woman who loved beauty, it was absolute torture. I never expected Miles to be so co
I had to admit that Miles had an incredible body.He was the kind of man who looked lean in clothes but was anything but underneath.And it wasn’t the overly bulky, aggressive kind of muscle—every inch of him was sculpted to perfection. Defined, proportional, and built like a work of art.Honestly, the first time I saw Michelangelo’s Apollo sculpture as a kid, it probably looked something like this, except Miles had the refined elegance of his heritage woven into his form, giving his physique an even more effortless grace.How did I know all this?Because I was staring shamelessly.And to make matters worse—I was drooling.Miles had already shed his suit jacket. Now, he was unbuttoning his shirt.I was horrified and humiliated.But I could not look away.The moment he slipped the fabric off his shoulders, exposing smooth, defined muscle, he reached down—taking off his shoes next.Then his fingers landed on his waistband.My brain short-circuited.“STOP!” I shouted.Miles froze.My eyes
I was puzzled by Julian’s behavior.Why had he become so agreeable all of a sudden?A smooth, warm voice interrupted my thoughts. “What’s got you so lost in thought?”I looked up.Miles had just walked in, dressed in a light gray casual suit.As always, he carried himself with effortless elegance, exuding an air of sophistication and undeniable charm.He sat down beside me, studying my face carefully. “You’re looking much better. Dr. Reed said your leg might heal faster than expected—you might not even need the full month before the stitches come out. So don’t worry.”I hesitated before asking, “Miles… what about Julian? Did he say anything? Did he agree to the divorce?”Miles shook his head. “No.”That only confused me more. “Then why did he give up the money so easily? Why would he even help Chloe cover part of it?”A flicker of surprise passed over his face. “How did you know that?”I told him about Chloe’s desperate visit earlier today.Of course, I didn’t mention Pierse’s involvem
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t talk about your brother like that.”Pierse’s eyes lit up. “Wait, does that mean you still like him?”But the second he saw my expression darken, he immediately shut his mouth.I said flatly, “From now on, stay out of things between me and your brother. Just focus on your studies.”He was in his last year of middle school—about to start high school soon.Since I had lost my memories, I had no idea how well he was doing academically. But considering how often he showed up at the hospital, I had a feeling that he wasn’t doing too well.Sure enough, Pierse scowled. “Don’t even bring up school. Things are a mess at home. No one cares what I do, and honestly, I can’t focus on studying right now.”Something in my chest tightened.I asked cautiously, “Is something going on with the Moore family?”He glanced at me, hesitating.I immediately understood. “My brother’s making trouble for your family, isn’t he?”Pierse nodded.A pang of sympathy hit me.The Moor
I asked calmly, “So you do remember I was your sister-in-law? I thought you had forgotten.”Pierse’s eyes reddened. “I… I was wrong. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I always thought you were the one who ruined my brother’s relationship with Chloe.”I raised an eyebrow.He quickly corrected himself. “I mean… Chloe. She’s not my sister-in-law.”My tone softened slightly. “Did she tell you something?”Pierse nodded. “She found me and cried for a long time. She kept saying she couldn’t forget my brother… and that you were the one who forced them apart. That’s how she made it sound.”I nodded in understanding.Of course.There was no way Pierse would have hated me this much on his own—someone had clearly been whispering in his ear.And Chloe? Manipulating people was practically her hobby. If she could convince Julian, fooling a teenage boy must have been child’s play.But I had no interest in rehashing the past or digging into whatever lies she had fed him. It simply didn’t matter