The next day.As Aveline's eyes fluttered open, she found herself face-to-face with a man's well-defined chest. Her gaze widened in sudden realization.She quickly sat up, taking in her unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn't her room—it was the master bedroom!What was going on?How did she end up in the master bedroom?She hastily looked down at her clothes, finding them intact, and felt no soreness or discomfort in her body, which made her sigh in relief."What are you worried about?"A hoarse, slightly lazy voice sounded just then.Aveline turned her head to see Lucas half-squinting his eyes, looking like he had just woken up, his whole demeanor exuding casual laziness."Why am I in your room?"Lucas laughed and said, "I was going to ask you the same question. Why are you in my room?"He slowly sat up, the quilt sliding off, revealing the open neckline of his robe and the firm muscles underneath.With a teasing look, he said, "You didn't sneak into my room because you were lonely, did
She took several deep breaths to calm herself before walking over to him and tugging at the belt of his robe.Lucas watched her actions with a slight raise of his eyebrow. The next moment, he noticed a blush creeping up her fair face.A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes as he remained still, watching her intently.Aveline dressed him in a shirt first, followed by trousers. While threading the belt, she accidentally brushed against his private part.Lucas immediately grabbed her wrist, his voice low and questioning, "Aveline, are you doing this on purpose?"Aveline was already blushing, but she forced herself to remain calm. "If you can't control yourself, how is that my fault?"Lucas stared at her for a long moment before releasing her hand. "Continue."Aveline's lashes fluttered as she fastened the belt buckle. When she finally finished, she turned away and exhaled a deep breath.“It's finally done,” she thought.But the thought of having to take care of him like this for many d
Aveline put down her phone and looked at him. "Taking care of you doesn’t require me to buy local specialties.”Lucas responded, "Eating the local specialties might help me recover faster."Aveline sighed and stood up. "Fine, but you better eat them all!"Lucas watched her storm out, feeling irritated himself. He tugged at his tie, feeling a growing sense of frustration. Things hadn't always been like this.A year ago, they were so happy together.Lucas closed his eyes briefly.Aveline quickly returned within an hour, setting down the local specialties in front of him and raising her chin. "Here you go. Enjoy your meal."Lucas's temple throbbed. "Aveline, are you doing this on purpose?"Aveline spoke earnestly. "These are Arthur Town's specialties. Look at this colorful bracelet, isn't it pretty? And this intricately embroidered handkerchief is a true cultural gem. You wanted local specialties, and I brought you all of them."She pulled out a chair and sat in front of him. "Lucas, I di
The next second, the tickling sensation returned to her cheek. Annoyed, she opened her eyes."What are you doing?"Lucas stood by the bed, releasing her hair. “You slept soundly," he said coldly.Aveline, already cranky from being woken up, glared at him. "Do you need something?"Wasn't he supposed to be busy with work? Why did he have to bother her?Lucas, seeing her on the verge of exploding, let out a low chuckle. He ruffled her messy hair and said, "Get ready. We're going out."With that, he turned and left the guest bedroom.Aveline, feeling frustrated, grabbed a pillow and threw it at the door.Half an hour later, Aveline emerged from the guest room and asked coolly, "Where are we going?"Lucas tossed her a jacket. "You'll find out when we get there."She dutifully helped him wear his jacket, then walked straight to the door without a moment's hesitation.Lucas watched her slender back, his eyes darkening slightly.It was already dusk. The sky was ablaze with vibrant sunset clo
Aveline said, "I'm Aveline Young. I used to work here part-time."Zane's face lit up with recognition. "Yes, yes, you’re that young girl! You got into college, didn't you?" He smiled warmly, remembering the girl who had once stood stubbornly at his shop's entrance, promising not to cause trouble and only wanting to earn some living expenses.There were laws against employing child labor, but this determined girl had insisted, vowing she just wanted to work to support herself. She had been quick and efficient whenever customers came in and had shared her dream of going to college and leaving Arthur Town.Feeling touched, Zane reluctantly agreed to employ her without much expectation. He thought she might last a few days before quitting, like many young people who couldn't handle the hard work. But to his surprise, she had worked there for three years.Zane had grown fond of the girl, treating her like the daughter he never had, often cooking special treats for her."Yes, I did." Avelin
Lucas said, "It's more interesting to hear it from you."Aveline suddenly smiled. "Alright, how about this: I tell you something about me, and you tell me something about you. Deal?"Lucas saw the bright, playful look in her eyes and nodded. "Deal."Aveline promptly stood up. "We should get some drinks for our stories, otherwise, it won't be fun."Lucas watched as Aveline eagerly fetched the drinks, his gaze deepening. Remembering her behavior when drunk, he chose not to stop her.She soon returned with a pack of beer, placing a bottle in front of him and one in front of herself. She opened hers and took a sip, closing her eyes briefly. "That's the taste!"Lucas opened his can and took a sip, a rare hint of warmth softening his sharp features.Aveline began, "I grew up in an orphanage."She raised an eyebrow at Lucas."Is that it?" he asked with a faint smile."Yes." Aveline nodded.He chuckled softly. "I once lost my memory."Aveline was speechless. She had hoped to uncover something
Lucas' eyes gazed intently at Aveline. Seeing her slightly tipsy state, he asked, "Does it really matter?"In the face of those events, did love really matter?Aveline felt her consciousness growing hazy, but she clung to a shred of clarity. "Of course, it matters. If you love her, then we... we..."She really couldn't hold her liquor. Just half a bottle of beer, and she was already losing her grip on reality.Lucas stared at her. "We what?"Aveline slumped onto the table. "Then we can't go on."Lucas' expression darkened immediately. Watching her flushed face as she drifted off to sleep, unlike before when she would cling to him, he felt an unexpected pang of disappointment.But ending things like this wasn't an option.He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and gazed at her intently. In a low voice, he murmured, "Aveline, if you had agreed to the divorce back then, you might be free now. But it's too late."At that moment, Zane approached, smiling as he saw t
Brian shook his head vigorously. "No, you've got it wrong. The reason I respect Miss Winter so much is because she saved Mr. Tudor back then, even losing a leg in the process. Doesn't a woman like that deserve to be cherished?" Desmond scrutinized him for a moment before abruptly asking, "So, you think they've managed to deceive everyone?"Brian was taken aback. "What do you mean by that?"Desmond shook his head in exasperation. "If you don't get it, forget it."He turned to leave but stopped after a few steps, looking back at Brian with a serious expression. "Make sure to protect Miss Young. If you don't, your life will be on the line."With Brian still looking confused, Desmond walked away again.Brian stood there, stunned for a long moment before collecting himself. Lucas' request to protect Aveline resonated deeply. He was prepared to defend her with his life if needed.After this incident, he understood his role clearly. He was just a subordinate, and his life belonged to Lucas.
Jolie stirred, her eyes fluttering open in the dimly lit cabin. The sharp, handsome features of the man before her were so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath. His lips, carrying his familiar scent, gently traced hers, as if torn between waking her and letting her sleep. Her breath hitched, a brief moment of confusion washing over her. Gavin noticed and, in response, pressed a firm kiss to her lips. "Did I wake you?" "You did that on purpose," Jolie replied, her voice soft and husky from sleep. "Mm." Gavin didn’t deny it, his tone unapologetic as he leaned down to kiss her again. Still groggy, Jolie found herself caught off guard, his lips capturing hers with a growing intensity. By the time she realized what was happening, he had deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing and tangling with hers in an intoxicating rhythm. Her breath quickened, and she instinctively pushed against him. Gavin pulled back, only to trail kisses along her cheek and down her neck, his
The night air was cool, a gentle breeze slipping through the car window and lifting the strands of hair framing her face. They fluttered across her vision, briefly distracting her, yet she could still clearly see his eyes. At that moment, the unease and uncertainty stirring in her chest melted away, replaced by an inexplicable sense of calm. It felt as though there was nothing he couldn’t handle. As long as he wanted to. Jolie smiled softly and said, "Alright." When they arrived at the private airstrip, the captain came forward to exchange a few words with Gavin. Standing nearby, Jolie watched and couldn’t resist asking, "How long will you be staying?" Gavin glanced at her. "How long do you want me to stay?" The overly intimate tone of his words, spoken with such casual ease, caught her off guard. Her cheeks flushed immediately—especially since there were others around to hear it. Lowering her gaze shyly, she murmured, "You can stay as long as you want." She turned he
Gavin looked at her, his gaze steady, and replied in a calm voice, "You’ve got the leverage to do it." Oh... Jolie’s heart skipped a beat, her pulse momentarily thrown off rhythm. What was this feeling? It was as if someone was spoiling her, cherishing her unconditionally. Even though it was just a simple conversation, it carried a warmth she couldn’t ignore. For a moment, she realized that what she once thought was affection and care had been nothing but an illusion. A smile unconsciously curved on her lips as her eyes lit up. "Does this mean I can walk around Larbor City like I own the place?" Gavin raised an eyebrow. "Are you a crab?" Jolie burst into laughter, her mood instantly lifted by his quick-witted remark. Her earlier irritation dissipated, replaced by lightheartedness. Whether or not he meant it, the fact that he sided with her made her happy. "I’m full. Should we head out?" she asked, her appetite long gone after everything that had happened earlier.
The girl stared in disbelief, her hands clutching her face. "You hit me?" Jolie blinked innocently at her. "Weren’t you the one insisting I hit you earlier? I just gave you another slap to match your story. You should be used to it by now." "Jolie Quin!" Ian had reached his limit, his voice full of anger as he glared at her. "Apologize to her!" Jolie glanced at him, her expression calm but icy. "Get lost." She had thought he might be reasonable, but clearly, he was blinded by infatuation. She had no patience to deal with him any longer and turned to leave. Before she could take a step, Ian grabbed her arm roughly. "Jolie, you’re not leaving without apologizing! I don’t think I’ve ever wronged you, have I? We used to get along just fine, didn’t we?" "Let go," Jolie said, her brows knitting in disgust. She hated being touched, especially by someone she considered beneath her. Ian tightened his grip, his hand digging into her arm hard enough to cause pain. "Jolie, yo
Jolie was completely baffled, a string of question marks running through her mind. But when the girl suddenly dropped to her knees, it genuinely startled her.She quickly reached out to help her up. "Get up first. We can talk properly."Before Jolie could react, the girl grabbed her hand and slapped herself hard across the face with it.Smack!The crisp sound echoed in the quiet hallway, leaving Jolie frozen in shock."Why did you hit me?" The girl, who had just been crying like an innocent damsel in distress, now clutched her face and loudly accused her. "Ian and I are the real couple! You’re the one coming between us. How could you hit me?"Jolie blinked, completely dumbfounded, as the girl’s voice rang out.A few passersby paused, glancing over to witness the commotion.Meanwhile, Ian, who had been waiting and wondering why his girlfriend hadn’t returned, came looking for her. The scene he walked into—his girlfriend on the ground, crying and accusing Jolie—made him stride forward,
The person in the hallway glanced at her briefly but quickly looked away, as though she were a stranger. Jolie’s hand, lifted halfway to wave, stalled in mid-air.What... was that? Gavin noticed her reaction and asked in a low voice, "What’s wrong?" "Nothing," Jolie replied, shaking her head and brushing it off. The man outside was Ian. Pretending not to know her was probably his way of avoiding unnecessary trouble—after all, they had already "broken up." The door to their private room shut completely, and Gavin hadn’t seen Ian or his group. He turned back to her and asked, "Do you come here often?" "Yeah," Jolie nodded. "I come here a lot with friends." So, this was one of her favorite hidden gems. The fact that she was willing to share it with him felt significant somehow. Gavin caught himself lingering on that thought and was momentarily taken aback by his own reaction. He kept his expression neutral, not letting on what had crossed his mind. The food arrived qui
The reason it wasn’t the same was simple—her plan would fall apart if she got caught.Of course, that wasn’t something she could admit.Jolie simply said, "I just don’t want any unnecessary complications. Since you’ve already arranged the flight, let’s just leave directly."Gavin’s dark eyes fixed on her for a moment, but he didn’t press the issue.It was clear she didn’t want to talk about it any further, so he let it drop.When the elevator doors opened, the two of them walked out together. A car was already waiting at the entrance. Gavin, ever the gentleman, opened the door for her.The car pulled away from Cooper Enterprises, and Gavin asked, "What do you want to eat?"Jolie, busy typing on her phone, replied, "I know a good restaurant."It was a cozy place she loved, one she often visited with her friends."Alright," Gavin replied, pulling out his phone to respond to some emails. With his work condensed into such a tight schedule, he seized every spare moment to handle it.Jolie p
Gavin suddenly recalled Wilfried's words, "That girl doesn’t even like you."Lowering his gaze slightly, Gavin pushed the thought aside without explanation, his expression remaining cool and indifferent as he watched her. After Jolie finished looking through the photos, she turned to him and asked, "Why do you have pictures of all these women?" "My father brought them over," Gavin replied. "Oh." Jolie nodded knowingly and didn’t press further. It was easy enough to figure out—the Cooper family obviously wanted him to consider an arranged marriage, so they sent over these photos for him to choose from. She could understand that. In fact, she even helped him look through them, just in case one of these women turned out to be a good match for him. After all, their relationship wasn’t meant to last forever. When he grew tired of her and she had her fun, they’d part ways, and everything would return to normal. As she neatly organized the photos and placed them back on the ta
It was Jolie’s first time visiting Cooper Enterprises, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of curiosity about the place.No, to be precise, it was her first time stepping into any corporate office. The Quin family also had company, but she had never visited, nor had Daisy or Terence ever asked her to.The private elevator for the CEO was stunningly opulent, its polished surface gleaming like a mirror, perfectly reflecting their images. Jolie’s heart began to race with an inexplicable excitement.The assistant glanced at her and said with a warm smile, "Miss Quin, there’s no need to be nervous. Mr. Cooper will definitely be delighted to see you."Jolie nodded and replied, "I’m not nervous."The elevator moved swiftly, and as they neared the executive office, Jolie adjusted her cap and mask, pulling them snugly to hide her face as much as possible.Meanwhile, near the adjacent employee elevator, Rosalie was holding a stack of files, ready to head downstairs.She froze the moment she s