Fortunately, Joe wasn’t in any serious condition. The doctor emphasized he should only be getting out of bed occasionally, let alone leaving the hospital. While the doctor was explaining, his gaze lingered on Yvonne, making her feel uneasy.Sensing her discomfort, Nina stepped forward, pulling Yvonne behind her and locking eyes with the doctor. "Excuse me, why are you looking at my friend like that? The family member listed in the patient records is Winona Turner, not Yvonne. Are you sure you’ve got the right person?"The doctor offered a nervous smile. "Oh, I definitely recognize Mrs. Turner. It’s just that while Mr. Turner was unconscious, he kept calling out Yvonne’s name. And hearing you all refer to this young lady as Yvonne, I was curious to know what kind of person could have such a hold on Mr. Turner’s heart?"His comment left everyone stunned, all eyes shifting to Joe. Nigel, clearly unsettled, stepped in front of Yvonne and snapped back at the doctor, "Just because he mu
"Both exhibits were his doing?" Yvonne could not believe it.Nash nodded, lowering his voice further. "At this point, it looks like Winona wasn’t involved. If you make a fuss about it now, it could backfire on you. Just hold off for now, and we’ll figure out a new plan."Nina walked over, gently taking Yvonne’s hand to comfort her. "We know you’re not that kind of person. Let people think whatever they want. It doesn’t change the truth."Yvonne understood, but the frustration still burned inside her.Just then, Winona let out a cold laugh and sneered, "Mrs. York, let me give you some advice. Since you’re pregnant, you should stay away from women like her. When something bad happens, you won’t know who to blame."Nina responded with an icy smile. "Don’t worry about me. Maybe you should focus on helping Mr. Turner recover. The doctor said he won’t be getting out of bed for at least a couple of weeks. If he pushes it, it might just affect your marital satisfaction." She emphasized th
Faced with Yvonne’s reaction, Nigel wasn’t upset. In fact, he found her even more endearing. Bringing her to the art exhibit was just the first step in his carefully planned day. He had planned activities that couples typically would enjoy doing together which included lunch, shopping, and a movie.Yvonne, however, was a bit distracted and didn’t realize where the car was headed until Nigel parked at the shopping district."Where are we going?" she asked, noticing that he had everything planned out, though she didn’t want to spend the day with him.With a gentle smile, Nigel stepped out and offered his hand to help her. "My dear Miss Yvonne, today is all about you. Next on the agenda is lunch at a French restaurant. I hope it’s to your liking."Yvonne furrowed her brows. "I’m sorry, Nigel. I’m not sure if I’ve done something to give you the wrong idea, but I need to make it clear that I…""You don’t like French cuisine?" he interrupted, deliberately misunderstanding her.Realiz
The next moment, Yvonne broke into tears. She did not even know what she was crying for. All she knew was that she felt an overwhelming sadness, something she needed to release. Nina wrapped her arms around her, gently patting her back in silent comfort while shooting a warning glance at Joe.The look was laced with reproach, but Joe didn't seem to care. Instead, he thanked Nina for taking care of Yvonne during this time. As he spoke, he nodded toward his assistant, who handed over a gift.Nina narrowed her eyes in displeasure. "What is this, Mr. Turner? Surely you know your position here."Joe smiled slightly. "I know this is just a small token, and I’m aware Mrs. York probably doesn’t care for such things. But it's all I can offer. It's the thought that counts, I hope you'll accept it.""No, thanks. I don’t accept gifts when no favors have been done. We don’t know each other that well," Nina replied coldly, clearly uninterested in prolonging the interaction. She turned to Yvonn
Yvonne did not want to receive the flowers Joe had sent her.However, when the delivery person arrived, she hurried out to sign for them before Nina could notice. She had not changed her mind. She just did not want Nina to find out.After ripping up the card and tossing the flowers into the trash bin outside, Yvonne walked back inside the house. As soon as she entered, she was greeted by Nina's knowing smile. Yvonne forced an awkward grin, then quickly turned to head upstairs."You know, whatever you're doing, I support you. We're best friends, and you don’t need to worry about me finding out," Nina said, cutting straight to the heart of it. She had already sensed that Yvonne was hiding something.Yvonne felt a pang of guilt. She licked her lips and replied, "I know you're always looking out for me. I just don’t want you to worry. I’ve got this under control, trust me. Just give me some time."Nina raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "Is the person sending flowers really that important? E
Yvonne instinctively turned to flee, but Joe was quicker, catching up and grabbing her arm. "I’ll take you home," he said."No need, Nina’s on her way," Yvonne replied, using her friend as a shield. Nina was the only person she could rely on in moments like this."I swear, I won’t do anything. Just let me drive you back," Joe promised, showing her the IV needle still in his wrist. "Even if I wanted to, I don’t have the strength. I’ve been on IV drips for days, and standing here is making me dizzy."Before she could respond, a gust of wind blew rain against them. Joe did not wait for an answer. He scooped Yvonne up and shoved her into the car.Yvonne gave up struggling, her gaze empty as she stared out the window. Inside the car, Joe gently held her face, his voice soft, "Don’t look at me like that. Don’t treat me this way. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you these past few days... but, never mind. You wouldn’t understand. Just know, I’ve never lied to you. Please, believe
The nurse looked troubled. "Mr. Turner specifically instructed us to deliver all of this to you. He even threatened to file a complaint if you refused, which would affect our department's performance reviews. Miss Yvonne, please don't make things difficult for us. Besides, this nutritious breakfast will help you recover. Why not just accept it?"Could money really bend the rules like this?Yvonne felt furious but did not want to make things harder for the nurse, so she reluctantly allowed the food to stay.After breakfast, Yvonne texted Nina to let her know she was in the hospital, subtly hinting that she wanted to leave. What Yvonne did not know was that Nina was already at the doctor's office, along with Nash and Joe. All three looked grim, their expressions heavy with concern.Especially Nina, whose shoulders shook as she tried to hold back tears. Nash wrapped his arm around her, trying to offer comfort, though he was at a loss for words.Finally, Joe broke the tense silence, h
Nina had guessed right. After leaving the doctor's office, Winona made sure someone leaked the news to Yvonne. By that afternoon, Yvonne had learned about her condition from a patient in the room next door.Kidney failure.Her whole world collapsed in an instant. It felt like a form of release, but deep down, she still had a lingering sense of unwillingness.When she came back, she locked herself in the bathroom. Nina received a call from the doctor and rushed to the hospital immediately. Before she could even ask, the doctor explained what had happened. There was no way the patient in the next room could have known about Yvonne’s condition without someone stirring the pot.Nina instantly thought of Winona. Already harboring ill feelings toward her, Nina’s anger surged. She stormed into Joe’ hospital room and grabbed Winona by the collar, demanding, "Why did you do this? Yvonne has never wronged you. Why would you hurt her like this?"Winona signaled her people to pull Nina away
But instead of feeling touched, Vera’s first reaction was nausea. A wave of discomfort surged up from her stomach, and Vera’s face paled. She bolted for the bathroom. Caleb followed quickly. “Are you feeling sick?” “I don’t think so. I’ve been eating normally—nothing too heavy or weird lately.” Vera clutched her stomach, just as confused as he was. Then, a possibility flashed through her mind. Caleb clearly had the same thought. Without a word, he turned and walked into their bedroom, returning moments later with a pregnancy test. Vera looked at him, stunned. “When did you buy that?” He responded matter-of-factly, “Better safe than sorry.” Vera was momentarily speechless. Five minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. It was positive. They had only been married for three months. How did this happen so fast?Caleb, on the other hand, remained composed—at le
Of course, Vera wasn’t about to dump all her responsibilities on her assistant. That would be exploitation. She called her assistant into her office. “You’re twenty-five this year, right?” Her assistant blinked, confused. Wasn’t her age common knowledge? Why was Vera suddenly bringing it up? A thought struck her. Was this an arranged marriage situation? Her face immediately filled with silent refusal. “Miss Vera, I’m still young. I’m not thinking about marriage anytime soon.” Vera tapped her pen against the desk. “I’m not telling you to get married.” “Oh.” “I just want to offload some of the smaller daily tasks to you. You don’t have to run every minor document by me.”Her assistant instantly understood. A raise. After confirming she was on board, Vera gave her a salary bump and had her hire a few more assistants to distribute the workload. “If I don’t have time to handle everything, you guys will take care of it. If something’s too complicated, jus
Vera could sense danger the moment the conversation turned in this direction. Her father had never questioned her about married life, and she was lucky enough to avoid nosy relatives. But just because she hadn’t experienced it firsthand didn’t mean she hadn’t seen it happen to others. Without hesitation, she abandoned the half-folded pastry in her hands. “I... uh, need to use the restroom.” Before she could escape, Mrs. Smith caught her wrist. “You and Caleb aren’t getting any younger,” she said matter-of-factly. “You should start thinking about kids—make sure you’re putting in the effort, hmm?” Vera left the kitchen visibly drained. Mrs. Smith was a wonderful mother-in-law, the kind who treated Vera like her own daughter. Despite knowing Vera came from a well-off family, she had still gifted them a house as a wedding present. Of course, Caleb already owned a place, but his mother had insisted. “That’s your house. This is the home I’m giving you as a weddi
That undeniable possessiveness flickered in Caleb’s gaze—subtle yet impossible to ignore. It was the kind of look a powerful man might give his beloved in an old Hollywood film. And right now, the photographer felt like the unlucky bystander who had accidentally stumbled upon an intimate scene. His voice wavered slightly, caught up in his own imagination. “Mr. Smith, lift your eyes toward the camera.” Caleb’s sharp gaze flickered over, intense and commanding. The photographer instinctively pressed the shutter. They continued with several more poses, reviewing the shots as they went. Vera loved them all, but her favorite was still the vintage-inspired one. “How long until we get the final prints?” she asked. “Two to three days at most,” the photographer replied. “I’ll have them shipped directly to you.” Then, after a slight pause, he hesitated before making a request. “I actually have a personal favor to ask—would you both be open to letting us displa
Vera was tempted. They had already taken plenty of wedding photos—several sets at the island, more at the wedding itself. But this wasn’t just any photo studio. It was privately booked and known for being one of the most prestigious studios in the city. Appointments here were nearly impossible to get. The fact that Caleb had managed to secure a session meant he had gone to great lengths to make it happen. If they were just going to take ordinary wedding pictures, it would be a waste of an opportunity. Still, she wasn’t sure what kind of shoot she wanted. The photographer, understanding her hesitation, pulled out a sample album. “You can take a look at our past work. These are some of the styles we’ve done.” Flipping through the pages, Vera saw an array of stunning concepts—each picture more breathtaking than the last. Then, one particular set caught her eye. A Golden Age Hollywood theme.It was classic, nostalgic, and beautifully atmospheric. “Ca
After the wedding, Vera considered taking some time off for a honeymoon. But the thought quickly faded when she realized Caleb had been practically living at the hospital. With a sigh, she dismissed the idea. She was used to it, but to say she wasn’t disappointed would be a lie. Her assistant picked up on it. “Mrs. Smith, don’t you want to go on a honeymoon?” she asked one day. “One of my friends just got married, and she’s been obsessively researching destinations. “She even said a marriage without a honeymoon is already half a failure.” Vera froze mid-page, suddenly losing interest in the documents she had been reviewing. Her assistant hesitated, then offered a suggestion. “Why don’t you go visit Dr. Smith at work?“You seem… distracted. Maybe seeing him will help.” Vera snapped out of her daze, suddenly aware of how preoccupied she had been lately. It was embarrassing to admit, but she had been zoning out far too often—especially after coming hom
Whenever they did this in the past, Caleb always maintained some restraint. But tonight—he didn’t hold back at all. He took her from the bedroom to the bathroom, then back to the bed, his searing kisses trailing every inch of her skin. The next morning, even as she woke up, Vera could still feel the lingering traces of last night’s intoxicating pleasure. As expected, she ended up taking the day off. It wasn’t until two days later that she finally returned to work. *Everyone at the company had already prepared for this. The moment Vera walked into the office, she was greeted with knowing smiles and teasing remarks. “Congratulations, Mrs. Smith!” “Newlywed bliss, huh?” “Three whole days off? Someone had a good time.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she had been up to. Obviously, her married life was going exceptionally well—so well that she had completely abandoned work for it. Under the weight of their mischievous stares, Vera barely k
Yelena still hadn’t accepted Hunter, but he wasn’t giving up either and was relentlessly closing in on her. Knowing Yelena’s soft heart, Vera figured it was only a matter of time before she gave in. She let out a sigh. Her friend’s love life wasn’t something she could interfere with. Besides, Caleb had already given her a little inside scoop. “She came to the hospital for a follow-up a few days ago,” he had mentioned casually. “Hunter was the one who brought her.” Vera had clicked her tongue at the news. Yelena always seemed quiet and reserved, but apparently, she was full of surprises.*Time flew by in the blink of an eye.By mid-month, Caleb had rented out an entire vineyard and spent several days transforming it into the perfect wedding venue.When the day arrived, the celebration took place right there.The vineyard was sprawling and elegant, every bit as grand as any luxury hotel—if not better. Even the wine cellar remained untouched, stocked with years-
“Did you plan this from the start?” Vera narrowed her eyes, feeling like she had just walked into a carefully laid trap. “Mm.” Caleb smiled, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Because yes—he had always been planning this. The biggest change in Vera’s life after the island proposal was the ring now sitting on her finger. It wasn’t just any ring. It was custom-made, something Caleb had specially ordered. She only found out by accident when she glanced at his phone one day and saw the purchase record. It had been ordered two months ago. Vera did the math and was stunned. He had been preparing for this long before she even started getting impatient. Her heart swelled with emotion. And as soon as Caleb’s parents heard that their son had finally proposed, they wasted no time pushing them to get the marriage license. *One day, Vera overheard Caleb’s mother lecturing him. “Your dad and I weren’t expecting much from you. With how much ti