In the early morning, Gavin was the first to wake up. The moment he opened his eyes, a sharp pain hammered through his head, making him frown instinctively. As he tried to sit up, he suddenly felt something soft and furry against his chest. Lowering his gaze, he reached out and realized that it was Laura lying on top of him. His initial reaction was to push her off immediately, but as his eyes landed on her serene, sleeping face, his raised hand froze in midair. His gaze was drawn to her lips. As if under a spell, he slowly lowered his head, and before he could even register his own actions, he gently kissed her. This subconscious act came from the depths of his instincts. It wasn't until the moment their lips touched that he snapped back to reality, his heart surging with panic and guilt, as if he had committed an unforgivable sin. His expression darkened. He pulled back abruptly, lifted the blanket, and got out of bed. Without a second glance, he strode toward the bathroom
"Boss, Miss Laura is missing." Inside the nightclub, a subordinate rushed to Gavin in a panic, his voice trembling as he reported. Gavin's dark, night-like eyes instantly flashed with a chilling coldness. "When did she disappear?" "It seems like it's been a while… We weren't paying close attention, and by the time we noticed, she was already gone," the subordinate replied, keeping his head down, afraid to meet Gavin's gaze. His voice grew weaker with each word. The wine glass in Gavin's hand suddenly shattered with a sharp *crack*, shards scattering, and wine spilling onto the floor. "Find her!" he roared, his voice reverberating throughout the nightclub. In an instant, his well-trained subordinates sprang into action, sealing off every exit and scouring every inch of the club. They combed through every corner multiple times, turning the atmosphere tense and chaotic. Minutes passed like hours. Then, another subordinate ran up to Gavin, his face pale with fear, his steps
Gavin and Leroy locked eyes in a silent but intense standoff. Despite Gavin's overwhelming numbers, Leroy's gaze remained calm and unwavering. As he stared down Gavin, Leroy's mind worked rapidly, assessing the situation, scanning his surroundings, and calculating an escape. He didn't know exactly why these men wanted them dead, but one thing was certain—he and Laura were in grave danger. Laura, caught completely off guard by the sudden turn of events, had no idea what was happening. However, Leroy's tense voice and protective stance made her sense the seriousness of the situation. Without hesitation, she obediently followed his instructions, clutching his arm tightly and resisting the urge to peek. Gavin's gaze dropped to their interlocked hands. The sight of Laura clinging so desperately to Leroy sent a sharp sting through his chest. The pain was fleeting, quickly replaced by an icy rage that turned his expression to stone. Then, in a voice as cold as death itself, he uttere
Phoebe had been awake for some time now, but ever since she regained consciousness, she seemed like a completely different person. She barely spoke, spending most of her time sitting in silence.Meanwhile, Laura had vanished without a trace. Gavin had mobilized a vast number of people to search for her, yet no matter how hard they tried, they found no sign of her.One day, Phoebe sat alone on the grass in the garden, her knees slightly bent, arms wrapped tightly around her legs. She stared blankly ahead, her mind utterly empty.She had no idea how much time had passed when a man's shadow quietly approached her."Phoebe."A familiar voice called her name softly.Hearing the voice, Phoebe slowly turned her head. When she saw Dana standing there, her heart clenched tightly.Was he here to confront her? Why now, of all times?Inside the café, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere hung between Phoebe and Dana.Dana tilted his head slightly and asked in a low voice, "Don't you want to know how
Five years later.Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the cozy home. Inside, a little girl, Amy, ran toward Phoebe with her short legs, her big eyes brimming with unshed tears. Her voice was full of grievance as she whined, "Mommy, Mommy! Jeremy is bullying me again!"Phoebe paused what she was doing, turned around, and gently stroked Amy's soft little cheeks. "Sweetheart, what happened?" she asked tenderly.Amy pouted, her small face scrunching up with distress. "Jeremy said that when you go back home, you'll only take him with you and leave me behind!"The moment she finished speaking, a thin layer of tears formed in her bright, watery eyes, making her look even more pitiful.Phoebe couldn't help but chuckle at her daughter's adorable expression.Seeing her mother's reaction, Amy panicked and sniffled, her little shoulders trembling. "Mommy, is it true? You and Jeremy are ganging up on me! We're not friends anymore!" She turned her head away in a huff.Rea
Two days later, at the airport.Phoebe walked hand in hand with Jeremy and Amy, slowly emerging from the terminal.The moment the three of them appeared, they instantly became the center of attention, like magnets pulling in every gaze around them.The reason? The two children were simply too adorable.As soon as they stepped out of the terminal, an eager voice called out from not far away."Phoebe! Over here, I'm over here!"It was Alva. She had been waiting for a long time, waving her arms excitedly from a distance."Alva!" Phoebe's voice trembled with emotion, carrying the weight of years of longing.She quickly stepped forward, and Alva rushed to meet her. The two women embraced tightly, as if trying to make up for all the lost time."Welcome back," Alva said, her voice choked with emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.Amy, watching the two adults caught up in their own world, suddenly felt left out. She pouted and interjected, "Auntie Alva, I'm Amy! A
Inside the car, Phoebe glanced at her two children and gently asked, "Kids, do you like it here?""Yes!" Jeremy and Amy answered in unison. Their eyes were wide with curiosity as they gazed out the window, taking in the unfamiliar yet exciting sights around them."Mom, is this where you grew up?" Amy tilted her head and looked at Phoebe."Yes," Phoebe nodded with a smile."When can we see Gavin?" Amy suddenly asked."He said he'll come over tonight.""Yay!" Amy clapped her hands excitedly, her face lighting up with joy.Watching her daughter's excitement, Phoebe let out a soft sigh and turned her gaze to the scenery outside.The familiar yet distant landscape passed by, blending memories with reality. Laughter, tears—every emotion had left its mark on this land.As the car slowly pulled up in front of the house, Phoebe took a deep breath, steadied herself, and stepped out with the children.Standing at the door, she lifted her hand and pressed the doorbell.Moments later, the door ope
The entire evening was filled with laughter and joy in the living room. Dinner was lively, and it wasn't until ten o'clock that everyone finally started clearing the table.Initially, Gavin had planned to leave after dinner, but as soon as Amy heard that, she clung tightly to his shirt, pleading for him to stay.Jeremy, though not as outspoken as Amy, also showed his reluctance through his gaze.Phoebe, worried that the children were bothering Gavin, tried to put on a stern face and ordered them to go upstairs to bed. However, when she met their pleading eyes, her heart softened. She simply couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh. Instead, she looked at Gavin apologetically, her eyes full of helplessness and gratitude.After a long night of excitement, the children finally succumbed to exhaustion. Gavin patiently soothed Amy, humming a lullaby softly. Before long, her eyelids drooped, and she tilted her head, falling into a deep sleep in his warm embrace.Meanwhile, Jeremy, sitti
At the kindergarten.Amy sat quietly on the swing, gently swaying back and forth. Tilting her head slightly, she gazed at Jeremy in the distance and murmured, "Jeremy, I'm not happy."Jeremy didn't even lift his head. He simply responded coldly, "Talk."Amy's eyes flickered with confusion and curiosity as she said, "Everyone else has a dad." She pointed toward a group of children playing not far away. Among them, a little boy was being lifted high into the air by his father, laughter ringing out."Mhm, I know. We have one too," Jeremy replied, still focused on his work."You mean Daddy Gavin?" Amy tilted her head."Mhm." Jeremy was beginning to lose patience. To him, Amy's questions were far too childish."Then why doesn't Daddy Gavin live with us?""Because Daddy Gavin isn't really our dad." Jeremy finally stopped what he was doing, his tone serious."Why not?""There's no reason. He just isn't.""Then who is our real dad?"Jeremy's body stiffened slightly. He slowly put down the blu
The entire evening was filled with laughter and joy in the living room. Dinner was lively, and it wasn't until ten o'clock that everyone finally started clearing the table.Initially, Gavin had planned to leave after dinner, but as soon as Amy heard that, she clung tightly to his shirt, pleading for him to stay.Jeremy, though not as outspoken as Amy, also showed his reluctance through his gaze.Phoebe, worried that the children were bothering Gavin, tried to put on a stern face and ordered them to go upstairs to bed. However, when she met their pleading eyes, her heart softened. She simply couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh. Instead, she looked at Gavin apologetically, her eyes full of helplessness and gratitude.After a long night of excitement, the children finally succumbed to exhaustion. Gavin patiently soothed Amy, humming a lullaby softly. Before long, her eyelids drooped, and she tilted her head, falling into a deep sleep in his warm embrace.Meanwhile, Jeremy, sitti
Inside the car, Phoebe glanced at her two children and gently asked, "Kids, do you like it here?""Yes!" Jeremy and Amy answered in unison. Their eyes were wide with curiosity as they gazed out the window, taking in the unfamiliar yet exciting sights around them."Mom, is this where you grew up?" Amy tilted her head and looked at Phoebe."Yes," Phoebe nodded with a smile."When can we see Gavin?" Amy suddenly asked."He said he'll come over tonight.""Yay!" Amy clapped her hands excitedly, her face lighting up with joy.Watching her daughter's excitement, Phoebe let out a soft sigh and turned her gaze to the scenery outside.The familiar yet distant landscape passed by, blending memories with reality. Laughter, tears—every emotion had left its mark on this land.As the car slowly pulled up in front of the house, Phoebe took a deep breath, steadied herself, and stepped out with the children.Standing at the door, she lifted her hand and pressed the doorbell.Moments later, the door ope
Two days later, at the airport.Phoebe walked hand in hand with Jeremy and Amy, slowly emerging from the terminal.The moment the three of them appeared, they instantly became the center of attention, like magnets pulling in every gaze around them.The reason? The two children were simply too adorable.As soon as they stepped out of the terminal, an eager voice called out from not far away."Phoebe! Over here, I'm over here!"It was Alva. She had been waiting for a long time, waving her arms excitedly from a distance."Alva!" Phoebe's voice trembled with emotion, carrying the weight of years of longing.She quickly stepped forward, and Alva rushed to meet her. The two women embraced tightly, as if trying to make up for all the lost time."Welcome back," Alva said, her voice choked with emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.Amy, watching the two adults caught up in their own world, suddenly felt left out. She pouted and interjected, "Auntie Alva, I'm Amy! A
Five years later.Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the cozy home. Inside, a little girl, Amy, ran toward Phoebe with her short legs, her big eyes brimming with unshed tears. Her voice was full of grievance as she whined, "Mommy, Mommy! Jeremy is bullying me again!"Phoebe paused what she was doing, turned around, and gently stroked Amy's soft little cheeks. "Sweetheart, what happened?" she asked tenderly.Amy pouted, her small face scrunching up with distress. "Jeremy said that when you go back home, you'll only take him with you and leave me behind!"The moment she finished speaking, a thin layer of tears formed in her bright, watery eyes, making her look even more pitiful.Phoebe couldn't help but chuckle at her daughter's adorable expression.Seeing her mother's reaction, Amy panicked and sniffled, her little shoulders trembling. "Mommy, is it true? You and Jeremy are ganging up on me! We're not friends anymore!" She turned her head away in a huff.Rea
Phoebe had been awake for some time now, but ever since she regained consciousness, she seemed like a completely different person. She barely spoke, spending most of her time sitting in silence.Meanwhile, Laura had vanished without a trace. Gavin had mobilized a vast number of people to search for her, yet no matter how hard they tried, they found no sign of her.One day, Phoebe sat alone on the grass in the garden, her knees slightly bent, arms wrapped tightly around her legs. She stared blankly ahead, her mind utterly empty.She had no idea how much time had passed when a man's shadow quietly approached her."Phoebe."A familiar voice called her name softly.Hearing the voice, Phoebe slowly turned her head. When she saw Dana standing there, her heart clenched tightly.Was he here to confront her? Why now, of all times?Inside the café, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere hung between Phoebe and Dana.Dana tilted his head slightly and asked in a low voice, "Don't you want to know how
Gavin and Leroy locked eyes in a silent but intense standoff. Despite Gavin's overwhelming numbers, Leroy's gaze remained calm and unwavering. As he stared down Gavin, Leroy's mind worked rapidly, assessing the situation, scanning his surroundings, and calculating an escape. He didn't know exactly why these men wanted them dead, but one thing was certain—he and Laura were in grave danger. Laura, caught completely off guard by the sudden turn of events, had no idea what was happening. However, Leroy's tense voice and protective stance made her sense the seriousness of the situation. Without hesitation, she obediently followed his instructions, clutching his arm tightly and resisting the urge to peek. Gavin's gaze dropped to their interlocked hands. The sight of Laura clinging so desperately to Leroy sent a sharp sting through his chest. The pain was fleeting, quickly replaced by an icy rage that turned his expression to stone. Then, in a voice as cold as death itself, he uttere
"Boss, Miss Laura is missing." Inside the nightclub, a subordinate rushed to Gavin in a panic, his voice trembling as he reported. Gavin's dark, night-like eyes instantly flashed with a chilling coldness. "When did she disappear?" "It seems like it's been a while… We weren't paying close attention, and by the time we noticed, she was already gone," the subordinate replied, keeping his head down, afraid to meet Gavin's gaze. His voice grew weaker with each word. The wine glass in Gavin's hand suddenly shattered with a sharp *crack*, shards scattering, and wine spilling onto the floor. "Find her!" he roared, his voice reverberating throughout the nightclub. In an instant, his well-trained subordinates sprang into action, sealing off every exit and scouring every inch of the club. They combed through every corner multiple times, turning the atmosphere tense and chaotic. Minutes passed like hours. Then, another subordinate ran up to Gavin, his face pale with fear, his steps
In the early morning, Gavin was the first to wake up. The moment he opened his eyes, a sharp pain hammered through his head, making him frown instinctively. As he tried to sit up, he suddenly felt something soft and furry against his chest. Lowering his gaze, he reached out and realized that it was Laura lying on top of him. His initial reaction was to push her off immediately, but as his eyes landed on her serene, sleeping face, his raised hand froze in midair. His gaze was drawn to her lips. As if under a spell, he slowly lowered his head, and before he could even register his own actions, he gently kissed her. This subconscious act came from the depths of his instincts. It wasn't until the moment their lips touched that he snapped back to reality, his heart surging with panic and guilt, as if he had committed an unforgivable sin. His expression darkened. He pulled back abruptly, lifted the blanket, and got out of bed. Without a second glance, he strode toward the bathroom