As she bent over, neatly folding her clothes with grace, she appeared like the perfect wife he had always envisioned. Alaric wrapped his arms around her waist from behind."Don't be mad, I’ll give you a surprise tonight."Emerald's eyes brightened. "What surprise?""We'll see when the time comes." He smiled mysteriously, taking away most of her thoughts.She had never felt such anticipation for a man, especially not for something like that. But when Alaric was around, her heart stirred for the first time, and she felt a genuine concern she hadn’t experienced before.They finished packing their things, and just before leaving, Emerald returned to toss the umbrellas they had picked up at the supermarket into the suitcase. Alaric was so intense in bed—how much would he need tonight?The thought made her cheeks flush with embarrassment. In the past, her mind was consumed with disciplined dinners and work, but now her thoughts were filled with desires she hadn’t fully acknowledged before.
From now on, she needs to be more mindful. Alaric clearly loved planning surprises, and it seemed like she hadn’t been as considerate as she should have been.What Emerald didn’t realize was that, to Alaric, she was like the bright moon in the sky—so distant and unattainable.The mere fact that she could lower her gaze to look at him was a blessing he’d earned over centuries of patience. All he wanted from her was one thing: to live.He would take care of everything else.After a while, Emerald was freshened up, and she had almost rubbed her skin raw in the process. She even put on a facial mask, hoping to recover from the tears she shed earlier and ensure her complexion looked better.Through the window, the Penthouse Garden was peaceful, with high natural vegetation surrounding it. The air was filled with the sounds of insects and frogs chirping in the night.In the distance, thousands of lanterns lit up the city, casting an ethereal glow. If this had been the scene from her past, E
What started as a soft and delicate kiss grew deeper, their breaths intertwining and growing uneven.Emerald held his face, unwilling to part from him, her fingers tracing his sharp features. His usually composed fox-like eyes were now brimming with affection, his gaze tender yet burning.Her voice, sweet and laced with urgency, escaped her lips, “Aric…”Alaric lowered his eyes, his gaze falling upon her petite figure beside him.The white dress clung to her, accentuating her porcelain-like skin. Against it, the faint blush on her cheeks seemed even more alluring, like the soft glow of dawn.His hand moved gently, caressing her cheek with infinite care. His voice was low and soothing as he murmured, “Take your time. I don’t want to hurt you.”He knew better than anyone how delicate she was. It had been so long since he’d touched her, and in the past, he’d always held himself back. But tonight, his restraint was slipping.Even so, Emerald’s impatience was unmistakable. Her longing matc
"Then, who are their parents?""They were the children of a good friend of mine. He died unexpectedly, and his wife passed away shortly after giving birth. So, I raised the children as my own.""I see." Emerald reached out and poked the scar on his chest. "Then, have you ever..."The man leaned in, his warm breath grazing her ear. "What about it?"They had just finished being intimate, and while Alaric had been gentle with her, he was still unsatisfied.Emerald's voice dropped to a whisper, her fingers brushing across his bare chest. "Other women."People are like that. At first, they just want a roof over their heads, food to eat, and everything they need. But then, they become more and more greedy, thinking about other things.Alaric gently nibbled on her earlobe. "Baby, that night three months ago, didn’t you notice how nervous I was?"He had hidden it so well, acting as calm as an experienced man, that Emerald thought she had met someone rough around the edges.But it turned out,
Emerald looked into his dark, apologetic eyes, her heart aching. She reached up, gently brushing her fingers across his cheek. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, her voice breaking as she sobbed, "No... I’m just grateful that you chose me. Aric, please come back soon... I’ll be waiting for you at home..."Alaric whispered softly, his lips brushing her hair, "Good.""And no injuries," she added, her voice trembling."Okay," he promised, his hand caressing her cheek one last time before he carefully led her back to the room, covering her with a quilt. He gently stroked her soft cheek with his fingers, holding her close as if he never wanted to let go."Little Moon, I'll be back soon, and I'll bring you a gift. Sleep well." He leaned in and kissed Emerald gently on the forehead.That night, Emerald fell asleep alone in the large bed in the penthouse.She must have been so tired after the previous night that she slept in until noon. Slowly, she started to stir and prepare to get
She called her "Mom" so naturally, as if they had known each other for years, with no awkwardness at all.But Emerald still felt a slight discomfort in her chest, unable to voice it. She nodded obediently. "Okay."Anastacia, beaming with happiness, patted her cheek. "Oh, you're such a good girl. How is it that my daughter-in-law is so wonderful!"Emerald stared at Anastacia, lost in thought. She realized that her own mother had never offered her praise. No matter what Emerald did, her efforts were met with harsh words. But when someone truly cares for you, even if you do nothing, they will think you're wonderful.At first, Emerald felt a little embarrassed, but those negative emotions quickly faded.In Anastacia's eyes, she saw genuine love and care, as if she were her own child.Anastacia didn't bring along bodyguards or drivers when she went out, but there was a sleek black G-Wagon parked downstairs.Anastacia waved at Emerald. "Hop in, Mom will take you for a ride!"Emerald climbed
The stinging pain radiated through Emerald’s left ear. It felt as if an old wound had been torn open again.Her hearing on that side faded, and a warm liquid began to trickle down. When she raised her hand to touch it, she saw blood smeared on her palm.A sharp female voice suddenly cut through the tense air. “What did you just do to our family?!”Emerald stared at her father’s mouth as it opened and closed, his angry words blurring into nothingness.Her mind drifted to that summer day—when she’d been happily eating an ice cream cone, only to have Eula slap her across the face. The sharp pain had pierced her ear, and her nose had bled, drop by drop, onto the sweltering pavement.The cicadas buzzed freely in the midsummer trees, oblivious to her pain.Now, her father’s furious expression overlapped with Eula’s in her memory, their cruel postures mirroring each other perfectly.Back then, her ear had been perforated, but with swift treatment, her hearing had recovered over time.Today,
When they left the alley, Anastacia bought two candied haws—one for Emerald and one for herself.That’s when Emerald finally understood why Anastacia looked so youthful without makeup. There was an effortless charm about her, something most people didn’t have.After dropping Emerald off at Jiaoyuan, Anastacia leaned against the car door, looking reluctant. "Sweetheart, I have something I need to take care of, so I have to go. Please, take care of yourself."For a moment, Emerald felt what it was like to be truly cared for. She felt a slight pang of reluctance to say goodbye.But she understood that, just like Alaric, Anastacia had her own things to attend to.So she didn’t ask her to stay. "Okay, aunt, have a safe trip."Anastacia looked at her, and after a long sigh, said, "You don’t always have to be so good, you know. Just remember, it doesn’t matter what anyone else says about you and that brat. Especially with the Corrigan family... don’t listen to a word from them, especially wi
He pressed the accelerator just in time, sending the car speeding forward.Emerald couldn’t help but stare at him—suited up and in leather shoes. Her heart raced. This man was undeniably charming."Aric, the rain has stopped, and the flowers in the lotus pond are blooming. Would you like to go see them with me?"Alaric, not quite catching her drift, answered in a low voice, "...Okay."As her mind wandered, imagining what the evening might bring, she noticed they had arrived at a villa.Meanwhile, Apollo's family was in a rush. Although Apollo was over ten years older than Alaric, he always felt wary of his quiet, cold cousin.Apollo was the center of attention—he had grown up overcoming challenges and was now well-positioned to take the lead in the Corrigan. With his sharp mind, impressive background, and carefully calculated moves, he was poised to replace the old man.Today’s dinner had been moved up, and the family was scrambling to prepare. They’d urgently called Cornelia Florida,
The salesgirl who had brought her upstairs rushed to smooth things over. “Mrs. Corrigan, please don’t be upset. You’re still pregnant, and stress isn’t good for you. I’ve already checked on the bracelet you ordered—it should arrive within two days.”Caroline waved a hand impatiently. “The issue isn’t the bracelet—it’s her.” She scoffed and turned to the gathered onlookers. “Do you even know who she is? Her mother was a mistress—”The room went silent as every eye turned toward Emerald. Before she could react, Iris, who had been quietly munching on macarons, suddenly leaped to her feet.“You’re pregnant, so maybe try being a decent human for your baby’s sake?” she snapped. “You might want to be careful—karma has a funny way of dealing with people like you.”"Who the hell are you? Dressed like a scavenger—are you made of wood? Why don’t you sweep these two pieces of trash out of here?""Aunt, who upset you?" A deep voice suddenly broke in—Ethan.When he spotted Emerald standing not far
He had seen how she had broken up with Ethan all those years ago, walking away without hesitation. But back then, she hadn’t known the man’s true nature.Even after all those years together, she had left without a second thought.Would she do the same to him?His only advantage—the one thing keeping her tethered to him—was her desire for him. So he would use it.Like dangling a piece of meat in front of a greedy little cat, he would keep her wanting, keep her reaching, until she was caught in the trap he had so carefully laid.Step by step.By the time they pulled up to the garden, Emerald was no longer as composed as before.She sat in the passenger seat, waiting expectantly for him to open the door. Alaric was already reaching for her, ready to carry her out, when she stretched out her arms, eyes full of mischief.“I want a piggyback ride.”Alaric chuckled, amused by her sudden whim. He liked it when she acted spoiled."Alright, I'll carry you on my back."He turned around, and Emer
Alaric took her small hand in his, gripping it firmly as he asked, word for word, "Have you ever slept with Griffin?"Emerald blinked her big eyes, then nodded earnestly. "Slept."She started counting on her fingers before looking up and adding, "Not even once."At that moment, she finally understood what had been weighing on Alaric’s mind. Griffin and Alaric were complete opposites.On the surface, Alaric was the heir to an elite chaebol family—elegant and refined. But in reality, he had a distinct sense of style, always carrying himself with a quiet intensity.Griffin, on the other hand, came across as a gentleman, but deep down, he was still the mischievous little devil from their childhood—willing to use any trick to get his way. He was the one who taught Emerald how to climb onto rooftops and remove tiles, and how to wade into the river to catch shrimp.And now, she was sure he must have whispered something in Alaric’s ear just to stir trouble.Ever since Alaric entered her life,
Griffin smirked, popping the grape into his own mouth before remarking lightly, “Did you wash your hands after applying the medicine?”Alaric’s expression darkened. “…You’re ruthless.”With a polite smile, Griffin stood up. “Mr. Corrigan, let me show you to the sink.”The two stepped outside into the cool evening air, the scent of rain still lingering.The sunflower field stretched out before them, golden blooms heavy with droplets from the earlier downpour. When the breeze swept through, petals quivered, sending tiny beads of water cascading to the ground.The air in the mountains was fresh, crisp. The view—wide, unspoiled.By the faucet in the yard, a bar of yellow soap rested in its dish. Alaric lathered it between his hands, the water splashing softly against the basin.As he rinsed, he spoke evenly. “I appreciate the care you’ve given my little moon in the past, Mr. Crawford. Truly.”Griffin let out a short laugh—sharp, unbothered. Now that Emerald wasn’t around, he didn’t even b
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