Thanks to the excellent genes of his parents, little Alexander Sterling was incredibly adorable, especially when he looked at someone with his big, round eyes, making it impossible to refuse any of his requests.
His eyes were just like his mother's.
Julian Sterling felt sentimental, remembering how he had been captivated by those innocent eyes. Ah, love.
His temperament was just like his father's.
Lily Parker felt helpless. Marrying a tyrant was one thing, but giving birth to a mini-tyrant was another. Such was life.
Outside, little Alexander used the limitless potential inherited from his father to reign supreme, but once at home, he promptly displayed his
Julian Sterling was particularly fond of asking his youngest daughter, "Sophia, who do you love the most?" Each time, Sophia would answer with adoration, "I love Daddy the most." This response always filled him with a sense of paternal achievement. Today, holding his daughter in his arms, he asked again, "Sophia, is Daddy your favorite person?" This time, Sophia didn't nod immediately. Instead, she pondered deeply before concluding, "I love Daddy, but I also love Elliott." Julian's handsome face darkened. Stroking her hair, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who is Elliott?" The name clearly irked him. Sophia innocently replied, "Elliott is just Elliott!" Julian felt utterly defeated by her response. That evening, after Lily Parker finished her bath and saw Julian brooding on the bed, she asked, "What's wrong?" Julian huffed, "Do you know who Sophia says Elliott is?" "Elliott?" Lily paused while applying her face cream, thinking for a moment. "I think he must be Dominic Morriso
In the early days of autumn, a fine, persistent rain washed away the city's restlessness. Moving through the gentle drizzle, it felt as though one's soul could be cleansed and settled.Lily Parker closed her umbrella and stood silently outside an old-fashioned teahouse. A sudden gust of wind tousled her hair and lifted her skirt, setting the wind chimes on the door tinkling. Snapped back to reality, she mustered her courage and stepped inside.The room was dimly lit, with antique oil-paper lamps casting a warm glow. In a corner against the light, a lean figure in a khaki trench coat sat, his long fingers thoughtfully caressing a teacup, exuding an air of refined elegance.His familiar presence halted Lily's steps.M
"Hello," Lily managed to say after a long pause, her expression complex as she observed their unabashed closeness. He hadn't chosen their usual coffee shop but this teahouse, probably because of "her." He was always so considerate and attentive to others' feelings.Finally, another woman had the fortune of receiving his tenderness. She should feel relieved; hadn't she always wished to see him safe, happy, and content? Yet, why did her heart still ache, as if a hand was ruthlessly squeezing it, tearing it apart? The past was meant to be forgotten, for they could never return to what they were. She had Julian Sterling's child, and he had Madeline Foster by his side.Perhaps it was for the best. She could be at peace, knowing someone more suitable than herself was there to love and care for him.
Valentine's Day arrived swiftly.Lily Parker had been distracted since morning, involuntarily glancing outside her office every time flowers were delivered, hoping to see some for her. Unfortunately, there were none. She couldn't understand this quiet disappointment, as she had never cared for such superficial gestures before.She had no classes that day and spent it idly, eagerly waiting for the workday to end. She hurried home, only to be startled upon opening her door. Julian Sterling was supposed to be on a business trip in Mysticridge, and their child was with his grandfather. Why were the lights on at home?Hearing noises from the kitchen, Lily cautiously approached.
After Lily finished cooking, she noticed Julian wasn't in the dining room and went upstairs to call him. She found him standing on the balcony of their room, leaning on the railing and gazing at the night sky, his silhouette merging with the darkness.He had been like this lately, often waking up in the middle of the night and leaving the bed, sometimes standing on the terrace, other times in the study until dawn, lost in thought.His sudden interest in cooking today was strange."Dinner is ready," she called out softly.Julian turned around, "You're just in time." He walked back into the room and pulled out a large envelope from a drawer. "This is for you. See if there's anything missing."
In the warm glow of a spring evening, Lily Parker sat quietly, her thoughts drifting in the midst of a lively family gathering. It had been a while since she had gotten used to life in the Sterling household, despite the warmth and kindness of the elders towards her. Yet, she always felt like an outsider, as if their conversations held hidden meanings she couldn't grasp. She didn't know the people they knew, couldn't engage in their discussions, and often found herself merely a spectator, helping with refreshments, offering nods, smiles, or silence.She had yearned to truly become a part of this family, but finding her place had proven elusive. Whenever she tried to discuss her feelings with Julian Sterling, he dismissed her concerns, believing she would eventually adjust.On this particular evening, their son, little Alexander, had
As the cool spring night settled in, Julian pulled the blanket higher, covering them both. He whispered softly, "Enough 'buts.' I'm here for everything, and you can always trust me. It's getting late, and I have an early morning meeting. Let's get some rest, okay?"Julian Sterling, the unwavering head of the family, held a position that was beyond reproach, even in matters of the heart. In his world, his words were law. Just a few days after their wedding, Julian decided to embark on a business trip to Singapore, which would keep him away for half a month.Lily Parker constantly reassured herself, reminding herself that she had married this man and integrating into his family was her duty. After all, those in high positions were just ordinary people, and with effort and determination, she could surely adapt. However, reality had diff
Lunch was served in the art gallery's attached restaurant, and Amelia Hamilton's parents also joined. It was her first exhibition as the gallery's director, and this meal served as a small celebration, with many friends and acquaintances filling up the table. Lily Parker ate her meal quietly, responding politely to any questions and maintaining her composure. Although Mrs. Sterling felt that Lily's performance could have been better, she found it quite satisfactory. At the very least, there was nothing to criticize.Towards the end of the meal, Julian Sterling called Lily on her phone. The restaurant was noisy, so Lily politely excused herself and went to the foyer to answer the call."Where are you? It sounds lively over there," Julian's voice sounded somewhat lazy, as if he had just woken up.