Damn it! Calla was only wearing a thin nightgown, without any underwear underneath. So she could only cross her arms over her chest. Unpleasant memories from last time flooded Calla's mind, instantly tensing her up. She was sure Mercer's visit tonight meant nothing good.At this moment, Calla made up her mind. If he dared to mess around again, she would fight him to the bitter end."I don't want anything. I'm going on a business trip early tomorrow morning, so I'm here to see you," Mercer said, his deep gaze fixed on Calla."See me? Is this how you go about it? We have nothing to do with each other now. You should knock first, and only enter with my permission, understand?" Calla shouted at him."Would you have let me in if I knocked? I didn't want to disturb your neighbors because even if I knocked the door down, you wouldn't open it." Mercer stared at Calla with a serious expression.Hearing his words, Calla was furious. She looked around, then turned and walked into the kitch
This time, Calla could not let Mercer pull the same trick on her again.So, in the next moment, she pushed Mercer's hand away and sprang to her feet. Her tone brimmed with self-righteousness as she said, "Mercer, we're strangers now. Please leave!"Mercer's eyes locked onto Calla. This time, there was no anger or annoyance in his gaze, but rather an indescribable deep affection.This look made Calla's heart tremble. She then turned her face away, refusing to look at him any longer.The next moment, Mercer withdrew his gaze. "It's getting late. You should get some rest."With that, he turned and walked toward the door.As soon as Mercer opened the door, Calla called out, "Wait!"Hearing this, Mercer paused and looked back. He saw Calla quickly walk into the bedroom.A moment later, Calla returned holding something in her hand. She walked up to Mercer and extended her hand. "You left this at my place last time!"Mercer looked down and saw the brooch with the lustrous pearl lying
With a bang, Calla shut the door. The door now separated her and Mercer. He was frowning outside with the brooch in his hand, while Calla was silently crying inside her home. It wasn't until much later when Calla could no longer hear any movement outside did she open the door once more. The hallway was empty; he had already left. That night, Mercer stood downstairs for a very long time, until the lights in Calla's home went out.…Three days later, Pierre was reviewing a case when his phone suddenly rang. He looked at it and saw it was a call from Hazel, so he quickly answered."Mr. Pierre, I'm in a bit of trouble and I don't know what to do," Hazel said anxiously on the other end.Pierre immediately tensed up and asked, "Hazel, is something wrong with Casper?""No, Casper is fine. It's me... I've caught a bad cold and have a high fever. I'm afraid of passing it to Casper, but I don't know who to ask to take care of him. Mr. Pierre, what should I do? Children have weak immun
"You can! You definitely can do it!" After saying this, Pierre stepped forward and snatched the report from Calla's hand. He tossed the folder on the desk and pulled her by the hand toward the door."Hey, where are you taking me?" Calla asked in surprise."You'll see when we get there." Pierre turned back and smiled at Calla, then led her out the door.Calla was pulled downstairs by Pierre and into his Land Rover. Then, they sped off in one direction.The car drove to the southern suburbs of Riverford. After several turns, the Land Rover stopped in front of a small, exquisite villa."What is this place?" Calla asked in puzzlement, glancing out the car window at the villa.After parking the car, Pierre finally explained the situation to Calla. "Calla, I have a good friend who's on a business trip now. He hired a nanny to take care of his son. But now the nanny has caught a cold and is worried about passing the virus to the child. "So I need someone temporarily to look after th
"Casper, Hazel has caught a cold, and I don't want you to catch it too. So, Calla will take care of you for the time being, okay?" Pierre reached out to lift Casper from the ground and held the baby to his chest.Looking at the adorable Casper, Calla felt a surge of indescribable emotion. If her child with Mercer had lived, he would probably be about Casper's age. Unconsciously, she reached out and took Casper into her arms.Holding him, Calla felt both sorrow and affection. She was heartbroken over the loss of her son, yet she found the boy in her arms utterly endearing.Though Casper couldn't speak yet, he could make various sounds. Occasionally, he would utter single words as if he understood many things. Casper extended the cookie in his hand toward Calla's mouth, babbling something vague. "Eat... eat..." he seemed to say."Thank you, Casper. But I'm not hungry." Calla smiled at Casper's gesture of friendliness."Eat... eat..." Casper kept insisting, trying to push the coo
Pierre bowed his head in thought for a moment. Then he told Calla, "Call me anytime if you need anything. I'll be off now.""Okay." Calla nodded and then got up to see Pierre out.Returning to the crib, Calla slowly sat down and gazed at the sleeping Casper. Her emotions were in turmoil.If her child were still alive, what would her life be like now? She imagined taking him for walks every day, feeding him, and cuddling him to sleep at night.Casper had awakened Calla's maternal instincts in an instant. After spending several days together, Calla started to treat Casper as her son. Casper, in turn, loved to cling to her, often using his chubby little hands to touch her face.Casper was well-behaved, never fussing during meals or bedtime. During meals, he would often try to put food into Calla's mouth. In just a few days, Calla and Casper had formed a deep bond.At around 9:00 pm that night, Calla had lulled Casper to sleep in bed.Afraid that the television might wake him, she p
Mercer's kiss was not only forceful but also filled with anger. Calla felt pain, yet she couldn't get him to budge at all. Soon, his hands began to wander, and the fear from that night made Calla break out in a cold sweat. She knew his temperament all too well; he would do as he pleased. At that moment, Calla began to regret having provoked him earlier—but it was too late for regrets now.As he tugged at her nightgown, Calla lamented that she was about to be ravaged by him again. Suddenly, a voice came from behind."Daddy, Daddy..." It was Casper's voice!Hearing the babbling, Mercer immediately stopped everything he was doing.Mercer and Calla turned around simultaneously to see Casper sitting on the bed, looking at them with sleepy eyes.At that moment, Calla's face turned crimson.Mercer also released his grip on Calla's shoulders, and Calla pushed him away. Casper had now crawled to the edge of the bed, reaching out his hands toward Mercer. "Daddy! Daddy!" Mercer hurr
Though Mercer's explanation seemed reasonable, Calla still held onto a glimmer of hope. Maybe it was because she was deceiving herself and unwilling to accept the truth. "Are you telling the truth? Is he really not our son?" Calla asked, staring straight at Casper's face. Mercer's gaze deepened as he caught a glimpse of the sorrow in Calla's eyes. "Back then, I couldn't bear the loss of our son, so I adopted Casper without hesitation. I now believe I made the right decision because I've given all my love to Casper. He has become a part of my life." Calla didn't refute him. Instead, she strongly agreed with him. In just a few days, she had become inseparable from Casper. She could only imagine how attached Mercer must be after all these months of raising him.Confirming that Casper was not her son, Calla inevitably felt a little downcast. She found herself immersed in the grief of losing her son and was unable to move on. A moment later, Mercer's question broke the silence. "No