Alaric, looking almost like a scolded child, had a mix of confusion and guilt on his face. His low, hoarse voice trembled slightly, "Emerald, I…"He hadn’t expected her to see him like this. The last thing he wanted was for Emerald to witness such a bloody scene. She was as clean and radiant as the moon, and he—covered in blood—stood in stark contrast to her purity.“Don’t come any closer,” he said instinctively, holding out a hand to stop her.He knew she was sensitive to blood and didn’t want to frighten her. Looking up at the housekeeper, his voice turned cold and steady, “Uncle, please take Teacher Greene upstairs to rest.”The housekeeper saw an opportunity and decided it was time to help them get closer. He thought to himself: It would be a shame if all this blood went to waste by sending Emerald away.While holding back a laugh, the housekeeper casually poked his ear with his pinky and looked up at the sky, ignoring Alaric's sharp glare. “Oh, by the way, young master has been w
After cleaning the wound, Emerald wet a towel to wipe away the remaining blood.She moved the warm towel gently over his skin, her expression focused, her lowered lashes hiding the seriousness in her eyes. When she dabbed at Alaric’s face, her touch was soft, a contrast to his usual rough handling.Alaric had taken care of Emerald many times before, but this was the first time she was the one looking after him.Alaric was leaning back with his legs spread apart, while Emerald stood between them, slightly bent over. Small beads of sweat formed on her nose due to the tension.When their eyes met, Alaric’s gaze grew more intense. “Teacher Greene really learns fast,” he murmured. “I show you once, and you do it this well.”Emerald was caught off guard by his teasing look and suddenly felt the urge to step back.Even though this was Alaric’s house, his private space, she felt like she didn’t belong.“I… I’ll go change the water.”She was about to turn to change the water, holding the towel
Alaric seemed to read her thoughts and gently placed his warm hand over her eyes, resting his palm against her face. She could feel the soft flutter of her eyelashes against his skin, like the delicate wings of a bird.With his other hand, he lifted her wrist and pressed it against his lips. Emerald felt the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips—strong, unwavering, a warmth that seemed to seep into her skin.His voice, low and soothing, whispered in her ear, “Emerald, sometimes you can’t see the truth with your eyes alone. Listen to your heart.”Her vision was obscured, so she focused solely on Alaric's voice and the heat of his presence.He whispered again, “Trust your body to feel it. Baby, I’m right here.”In the quiet living room, a tall man sat on a leather sofa, wearing silk pajamas. The satin fabric shimmered softly in the light, calming his strong, masculine aura, giving him a noble appearance.A girl sat on his lap, her fair skin highlighted by her delicate chin and
“How big is it?” Iris typed.“Baby, want to see it?”“Not only do I want to see it—I’ll create a group so everyone can enjoy it. Make sure it’s HD and uncensored! I can’t wait!”Emerald nearly fainted from the shock.After sending the message, there was still no response from the other side.Emerald’s eyes widened in admiration as she looked at Iris. “Sis, you’re amazing.”Iris grinned. “To deal with perverts, you’ve got to out-pervert them by a hundred times. Make them feel as uncomfortable as they make you.”Emerald couldn’t help but shiver. “You’re so natural at this. It’s kind of scary.”The silence from the other side was deafening, as if they had completely vanished. But despite that, Emerald still felt unsettled. She knew she wouldn’t rest until she found out who was really behind the harassment.If it wasn’t Mr. Santos, maybe it was… Lance?She hadn’t seen him recently. When she subtly asked about it, Alaric mentioned that Lance was on a business trip.During lunch break, Emer
This man... he knew exactly what he was doing.Flushed under his tender gaze, Emerald averted her eyes and almost whispered, “Well... you still haven’t said anything yet.”Since they met, Alaric had never said "I love you" to Emerald. He hadn’t even said "I like you." He was always composed and reserved, leaving Emerald to rely on small details to understand his feelings.Alaric reached over, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “When Ethan chased after you, wasn’t he overly dramatic?”Emerald hadn’t really noticed that before, but now, hearing it from Alaric, she understood what he meant.At first, Ethan tried to win her over with money, but he realized that wasn’t effective. Eventually, he decided to spend time with her every day, hoping she’d feel his presence.Emerald agreed because of the incident with Mr. Santos. That day, every mall owned by Ethan was filled with roses—thousands of fresh ones—and screens displaying his love for her. Though he never named her, it was c
"In the future, I’ll set up a special relief fund, organize regular volunteer activities, and hire teachers for paid education, so you won’t have to worry about those kids’ well-being. The only downside is that the project is huge, and the relocation site is on the outskirts of the city."Emerald knew this wasn’t a government initiative—it was Alaric’s personal project. She hadn’t said anything about it until everything was arranged."Alaric, why are you so kind…?"She leaned against his arms, thinking about how Ethan had used 20 million to tarnish her reputation, while Alaric had used the same amount to protect the children."This is just what I should do. Even if it wasn’t for you, I couldn’t leave those kids on their own. There’s nothing special about it."Alaric placed a pencil in her hand, holding it from behind while hugging her tightly."This is our project together. How about calling it 'Moon Children’s House'?""That sounds… perfect."Together, they wrote the name on the plan
Since they were at the beach, Emerald opted for a casual look: a white tank top, a light shirt, shorts, and flip-flops, with a simple bun in her hair.A touch of lipstick added a natural pop of color to her face.As she examined herself in the mirror, Iris called and said they were downstairs.Emerald kept a calm expression as she walked out, a small sense of satisfaction swelling in her chest.Downstairs, a sleek, shiny Rolls-Royce awaited—probably Gio’s car.Iris waved from the front seat.Emerald carefully climbed in and glanced towards the back.There he was, as if just finishing a meeting. Dressed in a sharp suit and polished shoes, Alaric’s elite aura felt completely out of place in the casual atmosphere of the car.The face that occupied her thoughts day and night greeted her with a soft, almost seductive smile.“Hello, Miss Greene.” His tone was gentle and refined, but there was a hint of mischief in his gaze.“Hello, Mr. Corrigan.”She closed the door. Although the back of th
While dropping her luggage to the ground, Emerald grabbed Alaric's wrist and asked, "How's the wound on your waist?"Emerald's ears turned red as she asked, clearly embarrassed. It wasn't common for a woman to ask a man about his monthly visitor.She gently stroked the hem of Alaric's shirt, her voice faltering. "It's been a long time since..." If she hadn't intervened, if she hadn't experienced it, nothing would have changed in her life.Since ancient times, living simply was easy, and indulging was even easier, but it's hard to maintain the same condition. If you're used to eating delicious food at the foot of the mountain, who would want to go back up top and start with cabbage?Before Alaric could respond, a little head popped up. "It’s been a long time?"
Emerald, however, immediately defended him, her voice firm as she explained, "It’s not Aric’s fault. I was just accidently hurt. Brother Griffin, don’t say that. He feels guilty enough already."But Griffin wasn’t deterred. His words were sharp, almost disappointed: "Little fox, look at you. Have you forgotten what I taught you? Don’t always think you’re the one at fault. Think about whether it’s someone else’s fault instead."His words seemed to further highlight the deep history between them, reminding everyone of their closeness in the past.Emerald, a little flustered, mumbled, "Aric is not someone else."Alaric, with a clear sense of triumph, gently took the cotton swab from Griffin’s hands. "See? I’m not someone else."There was a brief, awkward silence as Griffin had no words to counter that claim.Seeing that Griffin was still upset, Emerald tried to ease the tension with a soft smile, "Brother Griffin, let Aric do it. He’s used to doing these kinds of things.""Alright," Grif
When Emerald was a child, she spent a lot of time at her teacher’s house. She had always been very well-behaved, so Griffin often took her with him when he went out into the wild.He used to take Emerald up to the hillside behind the house. He’d climb trees to collect bird eggs, while Emerald would stand beneath, keeping watch.When Emerald found out he was planning to roast the eggs, she began to cry, "I love the little birds so much—how can I eat them?"Despite her protests, Griffin bit into one of the eggs, and as she sobbed, she reluctantly admitted, "The eggs are so delicious... I want to eat two."After a long day of play, when it was time to head home, he would either hold her hand or carry her down the mountain.Teacher Susie would look at the two little clay monkeys and, instead of getting angry, would speak gently, "Your sister is a girl. You need to protect her from now on.""I will, I’ll always protect my sister."The childhood promise still echoed in Emerald’s mind, but s
Emerald walked into the living room, carrying the flowers, and replaced the old ones in the vase. Griffin handed her a pair of scissors, encouraging her to trim the branches.His hands were beautifully delicate, flawless like works of art. His pale skin contrasted with the prominent wrist bones, and each slender knuckle, though delicate, held an underlying strength that made them seem far from fragile.Emerald couldn't help but glance at his hands again.She had seen short videos featuring close-up shots of hands before, but none of them compared to the ones in front of her now.Her gaze lingered a little too long, drawn to the beauty of his hands, just as she often admired her own body. She felt a wave of attraction she couldn’t quite shake—especially noticing the elegance of his hands and imagining the strength beneath them."What are you looking at?" the man asked playfully, picking up a lily of the valley. The white petals and green stems cradled in his palm seemed like a perfect
Greg observed Alaric, who stood by the balcony railing, his frame tense and unmoving. His hands gripped the cold metal tightly, veins standing out on the back of his hands as if betraying the storm raging within.It was rare to see him this way—vulnerable, his emotions so close to the surface. Only Emerald had ever managed to pierce the armor he wore so resolutely.In a low, measured voice, Greg tried to break the silence. "Boss, it’s almost dawn. You should rest for a while."Alaric didn’t turn. His gaze remained fixed on the horizon, where the first light of morning began to bleed through the mist. His jaw tightened, and his voice carried a faint tremor beneath its usual calm."Yes," he murmured, almost to himself. "It’s dawn… but that person is gone now."A cold gust swept across the balcony, carrying with it the remnants of his cigarette. The ash dissolved into the wind, leaving only a faint trail of smoke in its wake.Suddenly, from the room behind him, Emerald’s sharp cry shatte
“So don’t compare them. It’s disgusting.”Initially, Emerald dismissed her as being jealous, but he had no idea how much fun the two of them were having behind the scenes. Just imagining it made Emerald feel nauseous; he couldn’t even bear to look at Ariza’s face.Fuming, Ariza snapped back, “And how noble do you think you are? You look down on Ethan, but only because you’ve latched onto someone more powerful.”Alaric tightened his grip on Emerald’s waist, his expression icy. “Are you blind? Can’t you see that Little Moon was the one who ultimately rose to the top?”Ariza was at a loss for words.This is madness—absolute madness! All the men in this world must be insane!Sure, Emerald was beautiful, but this one? He exuded an aura so dangerous, it twisted Ariza’s face with jealousy.“Enough, Ariza,” Emerald said coldly. “If you want to walk out of here today, explain everything you’ve done to me. I will find out the truth, one way or another.”Under Greg’s intense pressure, Ariza fina
He paused before continuing, "I had someone investigate their backgrounds and found out that your former colleague and one of the others grew up in the same neighborhood."Emerald lifted her head to meet his gaze. "Did you arrest Ariza?"Alaric nodded. "Yes. The situation was urgent, and there was no time to waste. When she tried to reach him, no one answered."Emerald wrapped her arms around his thick arm. "You must have been worried at that time, right?""It's all in the past now," Alaric said, his voice soft. "When you’re better, I’ll teach you some self-defense techniques.""Good," Emerald replied, her heart warmed by his promise.Alaric finished cleaning her gently and then carefully carried her to the dining table."You must be hungry," he said. "What do you feel like eating?"Emerald lifted her chin and looked at him with a soft smile. "I want to eat the pine mushroom fried rice you made."She was right—it was his cooking that had left her longing for more."Okay, I'll make it
That night at the hotel, Ethan must have been having an affair with Ariza.Ariza had clearly been stewing in her jealousy. When she saw Ethan meeting with Emerald, she must have felt threatened. That’s when she started plotting to hurt Emerald.But Emerald’s decision to resign ruined Ariza’s chance to confront her directly. Left with no other option, Ariza resorted to this desperate, cruel plan.Her twisted logic? If Ethan saw Emerald disgraced and humiliated, he’d lose whatever obsession he had for her.“Yes, it was all for Ethan,” Alaric confirmed grimly.After finishing with the medicine for Emerald’s feet, he pulled out his phone and showed her some photos.The pictures revealed Ariza and Ethan sneaking around together. They had been spotted entering and leaving the same hotel within minutes of each other, several times.The timestamps on the surveillance footage made it clear—Ethan had been having an affair with Ariza long before Samantha ever cheated on him.A shiver ran down Em
The people who had captured her weren’t dead; they were all still breathing. The knife had carefully avoided vital areas, and though they had bled heavily and lost consciousness, they hadn’t been fatally wounded.Without wasting another second, Emerald ran forward, not sparing another thought for them.On the outskirts of the abandoned factory, she could see the dense forest in the distance. The storm raged on as she sprinted barefoot into the night.The area was desolate, the streetlights long extinguished, leaving nothing but darkness in every direction.A flash of lightning tore through the sky.Thunder cracked loudly in Emerald’s ears, making her entire body tremble with fear.She hated thunderstorms more than anything. Usually, when she was at home, she could escape the fear—by wearing headphones or burying herself under a blanket and distracting herself with movies to ease her anxiety.But now, she was out in the wilderness, cut off from the outside world.Her only lifeline was
As she spoke, she heard the unmistakable sound of heavy footsteps drawing closer, their echoing rhythm unsettling in the vast emptiness of the space around her.Her throat tightened as she swallowed, the reality of her restraints settling in. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her vision was obscured by the blindfold. In this situation, she had nothing but her sense of touch and hearing to guide her through what was coming next.But she couldn’t even rely fully on her hearing, her left ear deafened to the rest of the world. Despite the panic rising within her, she managed to keep her face calm, though her mind raced in confusion.The footsteps stopped, and she felt the man approach her, then squat down in front of her. In an instant, his hand gripped her chin, forcing her head back, exposing her neck to his control.A wave of nausea hit her, but she fought it down, refusing to let him see her weakness.Emerald’s body instinctively tensed at the touch, a rush of disgust flooding