Jamie couldn’t shake the strange feeling in her heart, like she had been set up somehow. Was it just her imagination? Shaking her head, she walked into the kitchen. Behind her, Charlie immediately stopped wiping his tears and sneaked a glance at her as she busied herself. “Uncle Ben, did I do a good job just now?” Ben smirked. “Perfect.” The little boy and the grown man shared identical mischievous grins. *After lunch, Charlie clung to Ben, refusing to let him go. Jamie wanted to intervene, but Ben glanced at his phone and said, “The meeting was canceled. It’s fine. I have time.” And so, Ben ended up staying, playing with Charlie until evening. By the time the sky darkened, even Jamie felt a bit dazed, realizing she had somehow let Ben stay the entire day without really noticing. When she walked him to the door, Ben handed her a small velvet box. “This is for you.” “What is it?” “Open it and see.” Hesitating, Jamie opened the box, and her breath caugh
Jamie’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest. She rushed over to check on Charlie. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Let Mommy blow on it.” “It doesn’t hurt. I just accidentally bumped into that lady.” Charlie mumbled, clutching the hem of his shirt awkwardly. Jamie looked up, ready to apologize, but the woman didn’t say anything and simply turned and walked away. Did she look scary or something? “That woman was wearing a mask and didn’t seem trustworthy. Don’t bother,” Ben said with a frown. Hearing that, Jamie decided to let it go. Thankfully, Charlie wasn’t hurt. “You worry too much about Charlie. A small fall like this won’t hurt him,” Ben remarked. “I know. I just can’t change overnight,” Jamie admitted. She understood what Ben was saying. But habits, especially those built on years of fear and caution, weren’t easy to break. They didn’t dwell on the incident, quickly putting it out of their minds as they continued to help Charlie pick out his school su
“What kind of job?” Ben asked.“I’m still looking,” Jamie replied.“In that case, why not work for me?” Ben suggested without hesitation. Jamie froze, momentarily stunned by his directness. She was about to refuse when Ben, seemingly predicting her reaction, added, “Don’t be so quick to say no. If you join any other top-tier company, whether as HR or in another role, the pay won’t compare. What I can offer is far better than anything they can.” His words left her silent. If this were a romantic confession, it would undoubtedly be the most alluring kind. Who wouldn’t want a job with great benefits? But working under Ben? That was a mental hurdle Jamie wasn’t sure she could overcome. After a long pause, she said, “Let me think about it.” Ben didn’t press her, giving her three days to decide. By then, Charlie would be starting preschool, leaving her with more time to work. Jamie spent the next few days applying for various jobs, only to face repeated disappointmen
Lucas Corporation appeared to be running as smoothly as ever, showing no signs of turmoil despite the recent rumors.Jamie arrived at the reception desk and asked to see Ben. The receptionist raised an eyebrow at the mention of Ben’s name and smiled slightly. “He’s a top-tier lawyer in Birkham now. If you’re looking for him, shouldn’t you be at his law firm rather than here at Lucas Corporation?” “He’s not here? Did he say when he’d be back?” Jamie was momentarily stunned. She had just spoken to him on the phone. Where could he have gone at such a critical time? The receptionist shook her head apologetically. “I’m sorry, I’m not privy to Mr. Lucas’s schedule. If you’d like, you could try calling him directly.” Jamie sighed, unwilling to trouble the receptionist further. She was about to leave when the receptionist called after her. “Wait a moment. Are you Miss Lewis?” Caught off guard, Jamie hesitated. “Yes, I am. Why?” The receptionist looked a bit uncertain, rea
Jamie had originally come with the intention of helping Ben in some small way. She hadn’t planned on agreeing to his job offer so quickly, but seeing his exhaustion had changed her mind. That evening, Ben invited her to dinner. Jamie wanted to decline, but Ben cut her off. “Consider it a celebration for your new position. There’s a restaurant I think you’d like. We could pick up Charlie and bring him along.” At the mention of Charlie, Jamie couldn’t find a reason to refuse. Charlie rarely got to go out, and Jamie often felt guilty about that. She always wanted to make it up to him, even in small ways. Ben drove them back to pick up Charlie, who had been at home with the helper. Since the helper hadn’t started dinner yet, Jamie told her there was no need. *When Charlie heard they were going out for dinner, he was thrilled. “Mommy, where are we going? Can we have burgers?” Jamie started to say no, but seeing the excitement in his bright eyes, she changed her answer
The car skidded to a halt, narrowly avoiding disaster. Before the stunned driver could process what had just happened, a large, out-of-control truck barreled through the intersection ahead. The truck was moving too fast to stop, flipping over and sliding across the road, smashing into several vehicles in its path. The screeching metal and shattering glass filled the air, leaving the driver visibly shaken. Had it not been for Jamie’s timely warning, the consequences could have been catastrophic.Ben frowned and glanced at Jamie, who was pale with fear. He wanted to ask her something but knew now wasn’t the time. “Turn around and take another route,” he instructed the driver. It took a moment for the driver to regain his composure before restarting the car and pulling away. Not long after they left, the scene was surrounded by police vehicles. Traffic on that road came to a standstill as officers began redirecting cars. The drive home was smooth, but this time the driv
After breakfast, Jamie took Charlie to his preschool. It wasn’t far. It was just a ten-minute drive. From a distance, she spotted a teacher with long hair and a scarf standing at the preschool entrance, greeting parents and students. Recognizing her as Miss Georgia, Charlie’s homeroom teacher, Jamie approached her with a smile. Miss Georgia crouched down to Charlie’s level and beamed. “This must be Charlie! He’s so handsome. What a little gentleman!” Charlie, shy as ever, blushed and hid behind Jamie, peeking out to observe his new teacher. Miss Georgia couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorable he was. Jamie smiled apologetically. “He’s a little shy.” “That’s perfectly normal. Kids this age are often like that. Would you like to take a quick tour of the preschool, Miss Lewis?” “No, that’s okay. I need to get to work. I’ll stop by later after I finish for the day.” After giving a few parting instructions to Miss Georgia, Jamie waved goodbye to Charlie and left.
Jamie focused intently on taking notes, capturing every detail of the meeting. Although Ben appeared to be fully absorbed in the presentation on the screen, his gaze would occasionally and subtly flicker toward her. It was so faint that no one else noticed. The illusion was only broken when the enthusiastic leader of the project team asked, “President Lucas, what do you think of this proposal?” Ben didn’t respond, lost in thought. “President Lucas?” the leader called again, this time with a touch of unease. Snapped out of his thoughts, Ben’s expression hardened. “It’s no good. Go back and redo it.” His tone was curt, his judgment swift as he glanced at the screen to assess the proposal’s flaws. The team leader, who had been passionately presenting moments ago, fell silent, his enthusiasm deflated. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Ben seemed unusually displeased. Had he done something wrong? The meeting was abruptly interrupted midway when Ben’s assistant entered
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