Night had fallen, and the sky was dotted with countless stars, serene and beautiful.Inside the car, Phoebe's small face rested peacefully against Alexander's strong thigh as she slept soundly.Occasionally, she would stir in her sleep, her body shifting restlessly. Alexander looked down at her, and in that moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of contentment.A warmth filled a deep part of his heart, no longer leaving it empty. Perhaps this was the life he had been looking for.The car soon entered the underground parking garage of the hotel. He had planned to carry her upstairs, but as soon as the car stopped, she woke up.Phoebe sat up, squinting her eyes. How had she fallen asleep again?"Did I wake you?" Alexander asked, thinking it was his fault."No, no. Did I fall asleep again?" She apologized, feeling a little guilty. He had worked all day without a moment's rest, and here she was, napping away."Are we here?" She looked outside, noticing rows of parked cars. She couldn't hel
The next morning, a faint floral fragrance lingered in the air as Phoebe woke up in its delicate aroma. Warm sunlight streamed through the glass window, carrying a sense of bliss that filled the room.Blinking drowsily, she turned over, savoring the warmth of the sun. Reaching out to the space beside her, she felt the lingering warmth on the sheets—he must have just gotten up! There was no sound of water in the bathroom, nor any sign of him in the room. He's probably already gone to work, she thought.The air still carried traces of his scent. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with it, and her chest swelled with an inexplicable sweetness and happiness.A knock at the door disrupted her reverie, followed by a man's voice."Madam, are you awake?"Phoebe opened her eyes and stared at the door. Was she hearing things? Was this voice addressing her?She didn't respond but listened intently."Madam, I'm the driver sent by Mr.
The next evening, Alexander brought Phoebe to a mysterious location.The stunning scenery along the way captivated her, pulling her into a serene daze.Turning her head slightly, she glanced at him through the rearview mirror. Today, Alexander was dressed in a formal black suit. On him, it exuded an almost devilish allure—only he could wear such a somber color with such a unique, magnetic charm.Noticing her gaze meeting his, Phoebe quickly lowered her head, touching her flushed cheeks. Did he catch me staring at him? The slight smirk at the corner of his lips confirmed it—he definitely did!Where is he taking me with all this secrecy today?"Nervous?"he asked casually."No!"Phoebe replied, feigning calm, though her sweaty palms betrayed her. Of course, she was nervous. Glancing down at her evening gown, her heart tightened. Memories of the last time she wore something this formal resurfaced unbidden.Why make
"Boss, long time no see. What do you think of this welcome dinner? Not bad, right?""I'm more interested in knowing where you've hidden Gavin's goods,"Alexander replied, walking in and sitting beside the man. He casually picked up a glass of wine and clinked it with his companion's."Haha."The man laughed heartily. "Well, he asked for it, didn't he? This is just a little lesson for him.""Merle, do you really think Gavin is that easy to deal with?"Alexander leaned back lazily on the sofa."Tsk, tsk, Alex, that's not the tone I expect from you. When have you ever been afraid of anyone?""So, what are you planning to do with his goods?""Of course, I'll sell them off,"Merle said, matter-of-factly."Give them back to him.""Are you serious? You want me to return them to him? That's a joke.""Since when have I ever joked with you?""Then why? I heard he's fearless and is even trying to steal wo
Phoebe nervously scanned the room, but there was no sign of Alexander. A sense of unease settled in her chest. He had been gone for so long—had he really left her here alone? Would he just leave her behind?The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became.Just then, a familiar, magnetic voice called out from behind her. Phoebe instinctively turned around, her eyes locking onto the source of the voice."Phoebe.""Gavin?"Phoebe gasped, recognizing him. It was unbelievable—they had run into each other here of all places."I can't believe I'm seeing you here,"Gavin said, his gaze burning into her with an intensity that made it hard for her to look away.His smile was charming, though it couldn't hide the delight he was feeling inside. From the moment he spotted her in the hall, his eyes had been fixed on her. Every small movement, every subtle expression—he noticed it all.She looked stunning tonig
"Didn't I tell you not to wander off?"Alexander's voice carried a sharp edge of displeasure.His eyes burned with fury, his mind replaying the scene he had just witnessed—her sharing a moment of closeness with Gavin. The image gnawed at him, igniting a surge of jealousy he couldn't suppress.Even he couldn't deny it: they looked perfect together.Tonight, Gavin, dressed impeccably in his tailored suit, exuded a charm that was hard to ignore. Together, they looked like an ideal couple, radiating a sweetness that Alexander found unbearable."I…" Phoebe looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. She hadn't wandered anywhere; she had stayed in the same spot all along. How dare he accuse her? Especially after he was the one who had left her behind earlier?Alexander's domineering stance screamed both a challenge and a declaration of ownership. Gavin, unfazed, offered a casual smile, fully understanding the unspoken tension."You two seem to be enjoying yourselves," Alexander said, his gaze l
In the evening, while Alexander was in the bathroom taking a shower, his phone began to ring.The sound persisted for a long time. Phoebe called out to him several times, but the noise of the running water drowned out her voice, and Alexander didn't hear her.The phone rang multiple times, making it seem like there was something urgent. After hesitating for a while, Phoebe finally answered the call.Before she could say anything, the voice on the other end interrupted her."Alex. Why haven't you come back yet? Do you not want me anymore? Is that it?!" Melissa's heartbroken sobs filled the line.Phoebe froze. Her hand trembled so violently that she nearly dropped the phone."Alex, why won't you come see me? I miss you so much!" Melissa's crying grew more and more pitiful.When there was no response from the other end for a long time, Melissa adjusted her tone, cautiously testing the waters.She wasn't certain, but she gambled that it was Phoebe who had answered the call. However, she c
The night sky was shrouded in dark, oppressive clouds, and even the air seemed heavy with a suffocating tension.This city at night was wild and exhilarating, a kaleidoscope of indulgence and debauchery, revealing humanity's most primal and ugly instincts.For many, the night was their haven of freedom, with bars as their preferred sanctuary.Alexander drove aimlessly before stopping at a random bar.Once inside, he ordered a pile of drinks at the bar and began to drink with reckless abandon. The air was thick with the acrid stench of smoke and alcohol, a smell so pungent it was almost unbearable.The sharp burn of the liquor scorched its way down his throat to his stomach. Yet, the more he drank, the more it seemed to fuel him. Somehow, this chaos brought him a strange sense of release.Tonight, Phoebe had truly infuriated him. When had he ever been so invested in a woman? Only with Phoebe had he shown such care—he had even changed himself for her.No other woman had ever made him al
Phoebe lay still, listening to the fading sound of footsteps outside her door. It felt like someone had ripped open her chest. He actually left just like that?Tears soaked half her pillow. She stared into the darkness until dawn. In the mirror, her face was pale, with dark shadows under her eyes. Just as her fingers brushed the doorknob, she felt it—his presence on the other side.Alexander was still wearing yesterday's wrinkled dress shirt. His bloodshot eyes said everything: he hadn't slept a minute. He'd been sitting outside her door all night."Phoebe..." His voice was barely more than a rasp.She recoiled as if burned, brushing past him with her head down—but he grabbed her wrist. His palm was so warm it made her tremble."Let go," she said, her voice like ice.Instead, he pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on her head. "What will it take for you to forgive me?"Phoebe fought to break free, her nails leaving red streaks on his arm. "Don't pretend," she choked out, tears
After hanging up, Phoebe immediately turned off her phone. She sniffled, her nose sore from holding back tears. As she looked at her two sleepy children nestled in her arms, her eyes turned red again. Biting her lower lip, she forced down the wave of emotions and held them a little tighter."We're going home." Her voice was hoarse.Jeremy and Amy lifted their heads sleepily and shook them in unison."Mommy, aren't we waiting for Uncle?""No." Phoebe avoided their hopeful eyes.The children's shoulders slumped as they looked down."But Uncle promised to take us out for ice cream..." Jeremy mumbled.A cold wind swept across the empty office building entrance. Phoebe looked at their disappointed little faces, her chest tightening."What do you want to eat? Mommy will make it when we get home.""I'm not hungry," Amy said, burying her face in Phoebe's neck."Me neither," Jeremy echoed, though he kept glancing around. "Maybe Uncle's on his way. Can we wait just five more minutes?"Phoebe's
The office clock struck five. For the third time, Phoebe glanced down the empty hallway.She clutched her phone, scrolling through her contacts again and again. Five missed calls, no one in the office, and his phone still lying quietly in the drawer—where on earth had he gone?Her reflection in the glass window revealed a furrowed brow. They had clearly agreed to leave at four. Even if something urgent came up, he should've at least found a way to let her know.When the six o'clock dismissal bell rang, Phoebe finally grabbed her bag. In the rearview mirror, the neon sign of the kindergarten glowed vividly against the twilight.The car phone suddenly rang. The unfamiliar number made her hand tremble slightly."Phoebe."That familiar voice made her heart settle—only to twist a moment later. "You're at the hospital? Are you hurt?""It's Hermosa. Acute appendicitis,"he said, hospital announcements echoing faintly in the
The morning passed in a slow, steady rhythm, the hours slipping by almost unnoticed.By the time Phoebe returned to the office after lunch, the clock on the wall pointed to half past two.Alexander's lingering kiss still burned on her lips, leaving her ears warm and flushed. She instinctively smoothed her slightly tousled hair, and when her fingers brushed against her heated earlobe, a soft smile tugged at her lips.In the break room, the moment the hot water hit the tea leaves, a delicate fragrance wafted through the air.Phoebe cupped the warm mug in her hands, and through the rising steam, she could almost see him again—his fingers laced tightly with hers, confidently leading her through the office in full view of everyone.He never hid their relationship. That unabashed affection of his… it made even her tea taste sweet.When only a few unfurled leaves remained at the bottom of her cup, Phoebe rubbed her slightly sore eyes.
The next morning."Mom, are we going to Grandma and Grandpa's tonight?" Amy clung to the edge of the table, her eyes sparkling with excitement.Phoebe nearly dropped the plate in her hand. "Hmm?" She was sure she hadn't said anything about that to the kids."Uncle said so," Amy replied confidently, swinging her legs under the chair.Phoebe glanced out the window at the man polishing the car in the driveway. Her fingers tightened unconsciously around the plate. She'd thought he was just talking offhandedly—but he actually meant it? A wave of warmth rose in her chest, only to be washed over by a ripple of unease. Would her parents even be friendly to him? Her mother hadn't said much during their last phone call, but the sigh she'd heard through the receiver still echoed in her ears."Mom?" Amy tugged at her sleeve.Phoebe crouched down and gently smoothed her daughter's crooked collar. "Of course we're going.""Yay!" Jeremy jumped up from his chair with a loud clatter of utensils. "I ha
Alexander's deep voice rumbled against her ear, and Phoebe could no longer hold back the tears welling in her eyes. Warm drops slid down her cheeks as she stood on tiptoe and clung tightly to his neck, burying her tear-streaked face into the crook of his shoulder. Her slender shoulders trembled uncontrollably.Those three words were far too heavy—so heavy, they made her chest ache.He immediately wrapped his arms around her, gently stroking her back with the flat of his palm. Suddenly, Phoebe clenched her fists and began pounding his chest, each hit harder than the last."You bastard..." she sobbed into his shoulder. "You've made me cry so many times..."Yet even so, hearing his confession now, all those scars seemed to vanish into insignificance. Love was ridiculous like that—no matter how deeply wounded, the heart still surrendered without hesitation."Say it again," she whispered, lifting her tear-soaked face, her nose bright red.Alexander chuckled lowly and brushed her damp cheek
"Mom, you don't have a boyfriend, and Uncle is such a good guy. Can't he be your boyfriend? Can't he be our dad?""Yeah, Mom, just think about it!"Phoebe kept her expression neutral. This wasn't something that could be decided so easily.She wasn't about to let him off that easily. Especially after what Hermosa said earlier… What exactly did she mean by those words? And that look of surprise on her face—what was that about?Every time she thought about it, a heavy pressure settled on her chest. It felt like they were hiding something from her.She told herself not to overthink it. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop the wild guesses running through her mind.Maybe... maybe it was time to ask.And he owed her a real explanation."Mom?"Her thoughts snapped back to the present. The kids were looking up at her with hopeful eyes. They really cared about her love life, it seemed. And clearly, they liked Alexander a lot.Of course she knew what they were trying to do. But a
Phoebe's fingertips trembled slightly as she stared blankly at Hermosa's pale face. That name always pricked at her memory like a needle—Melissa's curly hair, the unopened photo frame in Alexander's study—all flashing before her eyes now."What a coincidence. Running into you here," Hermosa said, her face still drained of color.Phoebe forced a smile. "Yeah, what a... coincidence."She quickly added, "What are you doing here?""My stomach was acting up, so I came to get something for it. You?""Oh, me? I..." Phoebe's throat tightened. Instinctively, she crushed the box of birth control pills hidden behind her back. She only realized where Hermosa's gaze had landed when it was too late. Embarrassed, she moved her hand behind her again. "I was just buying... medicine."As Hermosa turned to leave, the hem of her trench coat brushed past Phoebe's wrist, sending a chill straight to her bones. Hermosa suddenly paused. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, her profile looked almost transparent
When Alexander stepped into the bathroom, he found Phoebe resting peacefully in the bathtub, eyes closed. A soft flush still lingered on her cheeks, a trace of pleasure not yet fully faded. Her face looked like a ripe peach, pink and dewy, waiting to be picked.He walked over quietly. She must have heard him—her thick lashes fluttered as if she wanted to open her eyes. But she was too exhausted, not even a finger moved.Alexander chuckled softly, gazing at her delicate face. He'd really worn her out today.He reached down and gently stroked her silky cheek. He'd intended to call her for dinner, but looking at her now, sleep seemed more fitting.Scooping her out of the water, her smooth skin against him made his body stir again—but he held himself back.He dried her carefully, then laid her on the bed. The marks he'd left on her body filled him with a certain pride, but as he inspected the swollen red tenderness between her thighs, a pang of guilt twisted in his chest. He'd been a litt