Cole's eyes narrowed, but he kept that amused smile on his face, like he was considering something.I didn't really care what he was thinking and went straight for it. "If it's too much hassle, just forget it."He let out a dry laugh. "Too much trouble? Please. You could ask for anything, and I'd be in."That felt a little over the line.But before I could say anything, Steve cleared his throat, a not-so-subtle hint.Cole just grinned, mischief in his eyes. "Alright, alright. Ladies first."I wasn't in the mood to mess around. If he was gonna let me go first, I'd make it count.I lined up my shot, took it, and cleared the table in one go. Not bad.Cole didn't seem the least bit upset about losing. He just clapped with a grin. "No surprise, being Steve's friend. You're impressive.""I'll concede this one, but you gotta give me a shot to show off, right?" He waved over the attendant to reset the balls.Then it was his turn. He took it in stride, clearing the table even faster t
"No, you're just way better than me. You can tell I'm just an amateur," I said, trying to play it humble."Even amateurs need good coaches. But your style's different from Steve's. Who taught you?" Cole asked, genuinely curious.I'd learned by watching Jace. He never actually coached me; I just picked it up from observing him. When I got bored, I started playing by myself. My technique ended up looking like his, and once he noticed I could hold my own, he'd ask me to join him for a game now and then."Cole, since when did you start digging for dirt like a tabloid reporter?" a familiar voice cut in.I didn't bother turning around. I knew that voice way too well.Jace had just walked in.This night was about to get a lot more interesting.He walked up and stood beside me, saying nothing, but making everything obvious to Cole."Oh, no wonder her style looked familiar," Cole said, his eyes flicking between Jace and me. "So she's..." He trailed off, like he was putting the pieces to
"Huh?" Hayden looked at me, eyebrows scrunched up.I stepped closer, close enough to catch the clean, soapy scent clinging to him, like he'd just showered.It smelled really good.It smelled really good.It took me back to when my parents were still around, and we used bar soap for everything—washing hands, taking baths. Now it's all about the fancy body wash. You hardly ever smell real bar soap anymore."Are you hiding something from me?" I asked.He frowned and looked me up and down. "You good? How much did you drink?"I'd only had one drink—not enough to even get tipsy—but apparently, he noticed.I laughed and grabbed his shirt collar, giving it a playful tug. "Come on, Hayden Hart, don't play dumb. I mean, are you hiding your real identity? Secretly loaded? Maybe even the real boss behind OceanixCorp?"His jaw tightened. "I don't know what you're talking about."He stepped back, like he needed some space."Oh, you really don't know, or are you just faking it? Messing wit
I thought about that contract. "Your dad's death must've been tied to mine. I'm the only one who can get to the bottom of this."Hayden looked at me. "Did you find something out?""What about you?" I asked. "Why are you after Thorsten Drago? Why do you suspect him?"He stood up and walked to the window, his tall frame radiating this strength, like he could hold up the sky if it came crashing down.Watching him like that, I set down my cup and followed. "Hayden, I get that you know something too. And I know you don't want me involved, but this is about my parents. I can't just sit back and do nothing."I glanced at the moonlight streaming through the window. "I'm not some clueless kid. I can handle myself. And besides, you're here with me, aren't you?"Hayden turned to look at me, and after a beat, he said, "You're just as stubborn as you were when we were kids."I laughed and faced him. "So, you've known who I was this whole time? You got close to me just to dig into your dad's
He sent me a friend request, and at this hour?My gut told me something was up.Even though Steve swore Cole wouldn't try anything out of line, I still felt like I needed to be cautious.Accepting a guy's friend request this late at night just felt too casual—and kinda reckless.I ignored the notification and focused back on Lena. Then I heard her say, "He did that successful surgery with the girl who's a perfect match for him."I could hear the sadness in her voice, and it made my chest tighten.Having been through heartbreak myself, I knew how crucial it was to feel like you're on the same level in a relationship.Lena was crazy talented, but her senior was a big deal on an international scale. There was a gap between them—a huge one. The whole worlds apart thing? Yeah, there was a reason people say that.I didn't push the topic and switched to something lighter, chatting with Lena for a while longer before we hung up. Afterward, I stared at Cole's friend request, unease twis
Ron's words instantly made me think of Hayden, and what Steve had mentioned yesterday about a friend with the last name 'Hart' who had invested a ton of money in OceanixCorp.I turned to Ron. "When you say 'manly,' what exactly do you mean? Or do you have a friend like that?"Ron cleared his throat. "It's hard to explain... I mean, someone with a strong presence, stands tall, like..." He trailed off, pointing at the cafeteria's TV screen.The news was showing a flag-raising ceremony, soldiers standing tall and straight, radiating discipline and strength. It reminded me of Hayden again, and I had a feeling Ron was hinting at something.The last name Hart?Manly?A soldier?It couldn't be, could it?I watched Ron's face, but he was focused on the screen, deep in thought. I decided to throw him off a little. "Is your friend's name Hayden?""Huh?" Ron blinked, looking at me in surprise. "What did you just say?"I couldn't tell if he actually didn't hear me or if he was just playi
I'd definitely put Ron in a tough spot.But I was also trying to figure out who the mysterious boss was.Even though deep down I didn't think it could be Hayden—he always seemed way too broke to be loaded—something about Ron's hints made me wonder if Hayden had more in common with this boss than I thought.I didn't have much going on that afternoon, so after a meeting, I opened my social media app.I checked my new friend request from Cole. Our chat was empty except for the notification saying we were now friends—no messages at all.He'd definitely seen that I accepted, but he hadn't replied.It was obvious he was ignoring me on purpose, his way of getting back at me for not accepting his request last night.This guy seriously held grudges. It was clear, even over something so small, that he was the type to plot revenge.I guess that's why both Hayden and Jace had warned me to stay away from him.But it was too late; we'd already crossed paths. Pretending I didn't know him was
The phone, which had been blowing up, went quiet all of a sudden.For a second, the only things we could hear were the sizzle from the stove and our own hearts racing.We were so close that our breaths mixed, and I caught a flash of something intense in Hayden's eyes...I just knew this was leading up to something huge.Knock, knock!A knock on the door shattered the moment, followed by Mrs. Lowrey's voice. "Hayden, my water's barely trickling. Can you come take a look?"Hayden jumped back, and I used the chance to make a beeline for the couch, practically diving onto it.A second later, Hayden walked out of the kitchen and over to the door. "Sure, I'll check it out.""Thank you," she said, peeking inside and spotting me. She gave me a polite smile. "Keira, mind if I borrow your boyfriend for a bit?"I let out a small laugh."He's all yours," I teased. "Just don't forget to return him in one piece."She chuckled. "Will do," she said, leading Hayden out the door.I sighed in
"Got it!" Lena responded cheerfully. She washed her hands before sitting back down, picking up the utensils Aaron had prepared for her, and diving into her dumpling-and-dipping-sauce breakfast combo. "Uncle, why aren’t you eating?" She had already eaten two dumplings before realizing he hadn’t touched any. "I’m not hungry." Three words. Which meant he hadn’t eaten yet. "There’s too much food. I can’t finish it all by myself. Eat some too," Lena said casually as she picked up a dumpling with her chopsticks and held it up to his mouth. She did it so naturally—until she realized what she had just done. Aaron froze for a second, surprised by her gesture. The moment of hesitation made her realize too—wasn’t this kind of inappropriate? She was just about to pull her hand back when— He leaned in and took the dumpling straight into his mouth. Lena’s face flushed red in an instant. She hurriedly withdrew her hand, lowered her head, and focused on eating. Meanwhile, Aar
She was shocked to see him here so early. Especially today—a day when everyone was celebrating the new year, spending time with their loved ones—and yet, he was here. With her. Lena wasn’t made of stone. She felt it. A warmth, an unspoken emotion that settled deep in her chest. "Uncle, why are you here so early?" She walked over, hands casually tucked into her coat pockets. "I didn’t want you to go hungry," Aaron replied simply, lifting the bag of food in his hand. He glanced at her break room. "Open the door." She unlocked the door and stepped inside, with him following close behind. Her break room was small—a single desk and chair, a narrow bed, and a tiny wardrobe. Nothing extra, nothing unnecessary. "Sit down, Uncle," she said naturally, settling onto the bed while motioning for him to take the chair. Aaron placed the food down and asked, "Did you sleep at all?" "I did," Lena replied. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she thought of that dream—and let o
"If it weren’t for my goddaughter, I wouldn’t even bother with you," Lena said, gently rocking the baby in her arms. "Right, little Aurora? Your godmother just adores you." "Come on, Aurora, it’s time to eat," Lena said as she carefully placed the baby in Keira's arms. Although it was her first time, Keira wasn’t embarrassed. She followed Lena’s instructions, trying to breastfeed for the first time. But the process was… painful. And since her posture was incorrect, neither of them got it right—Keira ended up covered in sweat from struggling, and her baby still hadn’t eaten properly. Panic set in. Anxiety crept up her spine. "What do I do?" Keira asked, her voice tight with unease. "It’s okay. This happens at first. Let’s transition with formula for now," Lena reassured Keira before glancing at Hayden, who had been standing there the whole time, watching anxiously—and sweating just as much as Keira was. "Go make your daughter a bottle," she told him. Hayden, the man wh
That conversation… Lena shuddered. Yeah, she had definitely come back too early. It was best to leave now before she ruined the mood for those two inside. Not wanting to hear any more, she quickly turned to leave—only to smack her leg against a nearby chair. The pain was real, but worse was the noise it made, drawing attention to her presence. Inside the room, Hayden—already feeling awkward from Keira's teasing—froze. The sound from outside made him even more uncomfortable. Keira couldn’t hold back her laughter. The moment Keira burst out laughing, however, pain shot through her lower abdomen. "Ah—ow!" Keira gasped. Hayden immediately panicked. "What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?" Hearing her cry, Lena rushed in as well. "What happened?" "I laughed too hard and pulled my stitches," Keira explained, gripping Hayden’s hand tightly. Lena glared at Keira. "You’re a mother now, and yet you’re still acting like a child. Do you have any idea what condition you’re in?"
"It’s fine. I can do it," Hayden said naturally as he picked up the basin and went to fetch warm water. The moment he stepped out, Lena turned to scold Keira. "You went through so much pain to give birth to his child. Why would you feel bad about letting him do something for you?" "It’s not that I feel bad—I just feel embarrassed," Keira whispered in defense. Lena rolled her eyes. "So dramatic." Keira shot her a glare in return. "Just wait until it’s your turn. When your husband has to handle your private matters, you’ll understand how awkward it is." The moment the words left Keira's mouth, she saw Lena’s face turn red. Lena quickly hugged the baby and turned away. But Keira caught it. Something was off. "Wait… why are you blushing?" Keira asked suspiciously. "I am not blushing," she denied immediately. What Keira didn’t know was that her words had triggered the memory of Lena's ridiculous dream—where she had been lying on the delivery bed, cursing Aaron while gi
The moment she finished cursing, Lena jolted awake. She sat there, dazed. What kind of ridiculous dream was that? She had assisted in delivering countless babies before, but this was the first time she had ever dreamed of giving birth herself. And not only that—she had dreamed of giving birth to Aaron’s child? That was beyond outrageous. Absolutely absurd! What a way to start the new year. That dream was anything but beautiful. Lena ran a hand down her face, shaking off the lingering unease. She quickly got up, poured herself a glass of water to calm down, and then left the break room. Back in the hospital room, Hayden was feeding Keira. Keira was perfectly capable of eating on her own, but he insisted on feeding her, saying that she was in a special period and should be treated like a queen. That this was the time to learn how to be spoiled properly. Fine. If this was how he wanted to make up for the suffering she endured giving birth to their daughter, she’d give
Keira looked at Lena and smiled as she followed up on Hayden’s words. "You’re family. It’s different." Lena shot her a subtle glare before stuffing the red envelope into her pocket and saying, "Give me the rest. I’ll hand them out for you later." Hayden passed her the prepared stack of red envelopes, and as she took them, she asked, "What about the other departments?" Hayden and Aaron exchanged a glance and chuckled. "Of course. Every medical staff member in this hospital gets one." "President Hart, you’re too generous," Lena said, giving him a thumbs-up. With that, she took the envelopes and left. Aaron glanced at the time. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading back now." "Mm. Happy New Year!" Hayden said, offering his holiday wishes. "Happy New Year to your whole family," Aaron replied, adding a few extra words that made both Hayden and me instinctively turn toward the baby in the bassinet. From today onward, we were officially a family of three. Outside the h
When Keira returned to the hospital room, she was greeted by a sight that made her pause. The room was decorated with fresh flowers and balloons, and beside her bed, there was a small cart filled with various gift boxes. The atmosphere was so festive that if someone walked in, they might have thought it was a birthday party rather than a postpartum recovery room. "What’s all this?" Lena asked on Keira's behalf. "A reward for my wife," Hayden answered, his hand still holding Keira's as he gazed at her with deep affection. "She went through so much. This is my way of thanking her." Keira smiled faintly. "I don’t need any of this." "Whether you need it or not is one thing. Giving it to you is my choice," Hayden said, pressing a kiss onto Keira's fingertips. "Even if everything I have already belongs to you, I still want to give you more." "Such a loving husband—honestly, what more could a woman ask for?" Lena teased before patting Keira's hospital bed. "But if President Hart r
Elder Mitchell wasn’t buying it. "That just means you guys didn’t really want to give anything. If you truly wanted to, there’s no such thing as a gift that can’t be delivered." The two old men started bickering again, but Hayden ignored them. Instead, he kept his eyes on the infant bathing room. Before long, the nurse finished bathing the baby and carried her out. Hayden reached out to take her, but the two elders immediately moved to get closer. He blocked them without hesitation. "Don’t you know old people’s eyes are toxic? You shouldn’t be staring at her for too long." Elder Hart: "…" Elder Mitchell: "…" With that, Hayden carried the baby and walked away. The two old men trailed after him, hoping to catch another glimpse, but Hayden wasn’t about to give them the chance. "Congratulations," Aaron, who had been standing nearby, offered his well wishes. "It’s a daughter. Take a look," Hayden said, his pride practically radiating off him. Aaron lowered his gaze to the