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
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 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 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
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
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
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
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 hostess paused for a second, then quickly adjusted with a smile. "Of course, Miss White. Miss Jones, please follow me. Our founder and a few directors are over this way."“Well, well, no longer Mrs. Moore? That was fast. Wasn’t it just a while ago someone couldn’t stop flaunting the fact that she was Mrs. Moore?”A mocking voice rang out.I turned around sharply, my expression darkening.Chloe stood there in a loose-fitting dress, carefully shielding her baby bump. Her arm was looped through Julian’s.And the one who’d made the snide comment was Rossie.Rossie stood beside Chloe, eyeing me from head to toe with thinly veiled smugness.Chloe’s eyes flickered the moment she saw me. She quickly leaned into Julian’s chest, all delicate and helpless."Julian, why didn’t you tell me Miss White would be here?" she asked sweetly.Julian clearly hadn’t expected me either. His brows furrowed. "What are you doing here?"I frowned. "The better question is—what are you doing here? I don’t rec
“Yes, I’m stupid! But what else can I do?” I said helplessly.Dolly went quiet for a moment on the other end of the line. “Forget it. That Pierse isn’t too bad. I’ll help this time. But Evelyn, don’t get involved with the Moore family again.”I nodded eagerly. “I know. I won’t touch anything else.”After getting my promise, Dolly asked, “By the way, tomorrow’s the second brand show for Elmwood. They contacted me asking for your number. They said they couldn’t reach you.”“What brand show?” I asked.Dolly smacked her head on the other end. “Ah, I forgot you lost your memory. You used to sponsor this niche brand. Now they’re doing better and better, and you’ve been their show sponsor every year. I remember you paid the sponsorship fees annually.”I had no memory of that, but Dolly sounded quite certain.A thought struck me. “Did I sponsor them under Moore Group’s name?”Dolly thought for a moment. “Probably. Back then you wanted to build some name recognition for Julian, so you sponsored
He cleared his throat. "But Miss White, are you sure you want to help Pierse? He’s still under eighteen, and custody and guardianship legally belong to the Moore family. This kind of thing rarely ends well for the person trying to help."I gave an awkward smile. "I know. My plan is to pick a school, then have him go back and talk it over with his family. “He’s in a rebellious phase right now. I really can’t just leave him to fend for himself. If I do, he’s going to spiral."The more I spoke, the heavier my heart felt.Ian looked at me with a complicated expression. "You really are a kind person, Miss White. If Julian failed to keep you, that’s entirely his loss."I managed a tight smile.Skipping the small talk, we quickly settled on a school thanks to Ian’s help.It was an international school that was established for twenty years. It had an excellent reputation, and after graduation, students could transition smoothly into overseas programs with direct guidance for studying abroad.
With things spiraling the way they had, both of us were a little dazed.Once Pierse snapped out of it, he grinned and grabbed my hand. "Eve, from now on, I’m sticking with you."Sticking with me?I let out a helpless smile. "You’re not even eighteen. Your mom and brother are still around. It’s really not my place to take care of you."Pierse waved it off like it meant nothing. "They don’t care about me anyway. Whether I live or die, it’s all the same to them. So, I might as well stay with you."He seemed to have found a new sense of purpose, full of enthusiasm. "Eve, I can work. I’ll find a job and earn my own money. You don’t need to give me anything."I sighed. "Don’t talk nonsense. Just remember, you’re still a minor. Your mom or your brother can come take you away anytime."He didn’t seem the least bit concerned.Seeing that I couldn’t reason with him, I decided to take him for a meal first.A teenage boy really had big appetite.I brought Pierse to a restaurant and watched him dev
I pretended not to care. "He was just a kid who didn’t know any better. Now that he understands, I don’t mind treating him like my brother again."Julian looked moved.He took a step forward. "Eve, you’ve changed. You’re more understanding now, more mature."I took a step back in disgust. "Mr. Moore, if you have something to say, say it. Don’t come any closer."The light in Julian’s eyes dimmed slightly at my words. "Eve, I just wanted to explain what happened with Chloe and the baby...""Stop!" I covered my ears. "I don’t want to hear it."I glared at him, unable to hold back anymore. "Mr. Moore, don’t assume I’m so generous that I’ll accept any kind of garbage or that I care to hear about your filthy mess in detail, alright?"I’ve told you so many times. I don’t love you anymore. You mean nothing to me now. I want a divorce! I don’t want to know anything about you and Chloe!"Julian looked stunned by my outburst.He stared at me strangely. "Eve, you really don’t love me anymore? If y
I stared at the teacher, shocked. "He already has a strike on his record? Since when?" The teacher glanced at Julian. "You didn’t know? That’s strange. Your family should’ve been notified. His mother came in last time…" Julian’s expression darkened. "No. My mother doesn’t know. It must’ve been..." Realization hit me like a slap. Pierse must’ve paid someone else to show up and pose as his guardian to cover for him. That little troublemaker. I didn’t care that Julian was standing right there.I turned to the teacher. "Let me talk to him again. In the meantime, could you please speak with the student’s parents? Let them know we’re willing to cover all the medical expenses and any other losses." Before the teacher could answer, Julian suddenly cut in, frowning. "Who said you get to make that decision for him?" I froze, taken aback. After a beat, I bit back my frustration. "Are you saying I’m overstepping, Mr. Moore?" Julian stared at me. "You’re his sister-in-law. It’s n
After a long while, Pierse finally stopped crying. I quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe his face, then cleaned up his wounds.I disinfected them, reapplied the ointment, and pressed on fresh band-aids.Once he calmed down, he looked a little embarrassed. "Eve, what should I do about all this?" I thought for a moment. "There’s really no option besides apologizing and paying for the damages.”He turned his head away. "I’m not apologizing." I stayed calm, just like I always did with him. "Alright. Then I’ll apologize for you. Hopefully the other party is understanding. If not, we might have to involve your mom and your brother. And if that happens, I won’t be able to protect you." His brows drew together. "I don’t want them to know." I sighed. "Then our only option is to talk to your teacher and ask for leniency. I’ll do my best." I stood to go find the teacher. Behind me, Pierse asked in a low voice, "Does it really have to be an apology?" I nodded. "It might help cool thin
I walked over to the corner of the office and found the first aid kit. Then I sat down beside Pierse and quietly began disinfecting the cuts on his face before placing a few band-aids over the worst of them. He didn’t flinch or fight me off.He just sat there and let me patch him up. Seeing that he was still simmering with anger, I poured him a glass of water. "Here. Drink this," I said gently. "And tell me what happened." It took a while before he finally spoke. It turned out that he and the other kid he fought with had never been on good terms. Pierse was good-looking, constantly skipping class to play basketball, and had that kind of bad-boy energy that made half the girls in school swoon. The other boy had a crush on a popular girl from another class, only to find out, after a lot of effort, that she actually liked Pierse. And so, that was how the fight broke out.I sighed. "So, you got into a fight over a girl you don’t even like, just because her admirer couldn’t h
To be honest, I wasn’t surprised Pierse had gotten into a fight. What did surprise me was that, at his age, neither his mother, Abby, nor Julian seemed to be doing anything about it. There wasn’t time to dwell on that. I arrived at the school and was quickly escorted by security to the disciplinary office. As soon as the door opened, I saw him. Pierse sat in the back of the room, his face bruised and dark with frustration. "Pierse?" I called softly. He looked up, shocked to see me, and stood up abruptly. "Eve? What are you doing here?" Then immediately groaned, "I forgot to turn off my phone." I rushed over and examined his injuries. There were two gashes on his cheek, and the corner of his mouth was badly swollen and bruised. Feeling my heart aching, I pulled out a tissue to dab at the dried blood. "What happened? Your face is a mess." Pierse winced and pulled away. "I’m really fine. You shouldn’t have come. Go home, I’m okay." Before I could say more, his home