Phoebe was panting slightly, her strength completely drained by him, her body soft and limp.If it weren't for his support, she probably would have collapsed into a puddle by now.That strange, electric current coursed through her body from head to toe, making her toes curl involuntarily."No... stop," she murmured weakly, her eyes clouded with a seductive glaze. Her long, loose hair framed her delicate face, making her look even more alluring.Her lips were a deep, rose-red, like a blooming flower he couldn't resist wanting to kiss again.Alexander narrowed his eyes with a mischievous glint, clearly enjoying their game. The less she responded, the more excited he became, teasing her even further.He'd never failed with any woman before, and Phoebe wouldn't be the exception—especially not in this.Again and again, he kissed her lips, his movements tender yet possessive, giving her the softest, most passionate kisses...Phoebe's heart pounded wildly in her chest, her thoughts in a conf
Inside the sports car."Don't... don't do this..." Phoebe’s small hands weakly gripped the steering wheel. Although they had been intimate many times, she still felt shy at his touch. However, this time, her body didn't tense up as much as it did in the hospital.Still, fully accepting him wasn't easy for her.The shadow in her heart remained; she needed more time to heal.She couldn't yet handle his overwhelming...But she believed that if he continued to be as gentle as he had been, she would soon overcome her fears."Call me by my name," he whispered, trying to correct her.Could she really? Could she call him with the affection of a lover? She had never dared to dream of such closeness."Call me Alex...""Alex..." she murmured softly, her lips trembling as she spoke. Her voice was sweet, like cotton candy."Good girl," he praised, kissing her soft red lips as he unzipped his trousers.God knew how much he had been holding back. For a man to exercise such restraint for a woman—it w
A while later, Phoebe finished getting ready and went downstairs, only to find Melissa at the dining table.The moment their eyes met, Phoebe sensed hostility in Melissa's gaze, but it quickly disappeared as Melissa smiled sweetly at her."Good morning, Phoebe," Melissa greeted in a sugary-sweet tone, stepping forward.Phoebe froze for a moment, unsure of how to respond to the sudden friendliness. Had she misread things before? Or was it all in her head?"Morning, Melissa," she replied, offering a warm smile in return.However, standing there in front of Melissa, Phoebe couldn't help but feel like she'd stolen something precious from her, a guilty sensation creeping into her heart.Melissa affectionately grabbed Phoebe's hand and led her to the table."Alex was in a rush this morning and couldn't stay to have breakfast with me. Will you keep me company instead? What would you like to eat? I'll have the staff prepare something for you," Melissa offered, her smile radiant, though her de
Phoebe was mentally planning to visit the hospital soon. If she was really pregnant, what would she do...?Just then, Alva suddenly pointed to a man who had entered the classroom and shouted, "Phoebe, Professor Jones is finally here!"Following her gaze, Phoebe locked eyes with Curitis' piercing blue eyes.Dressed in a royal blue, custom-tailored suit, he exuded elegance and a commanding presence.It had been a while since she last saw him. Ever since she left the hospital, she hadn't gone to see him again. She didn't even know when he had been discharged or how well he had recovered.A wave of guilt washed over her, making her feel heartless. He must be angry. She hadn't intended to avoid visiting him, but after everything that had happened, she ended up in the hospital herself for a few days, and the whole thing had slipped her mind.Seeing Curitis again today stirred complicated feelings in her heart.He had risked his life to save her, and yet…All she felt for him was guilt.Phoe
The weather had changed so quickly. Just a moment ago, the sky was clear and bright, but now it was dark, as if it was about to rain.The gloomy atmosphere made it hard to breathe. As Phoebe boarded the bus, out of the corner of her eye, she could still see that lone figure standing there in the distance.She thought to herself that Curitis would never appear in her life again. She had made things very clear earlier.Silently, in her heart, she whispered an apology.He would find a woman who truly deserved him. And that woman would never be her.Her heart already belonged to Alexander. No other man could enter.When she returned to the villa, Melissa greeted her eagerly, though her smile seemed a bit forced to Phoebe. She didn't think too much about it and responded with a genuine smile of her own."You're back early. Perfect timing! Come help me choose a WEDDING DRESS. There are so many, I'm getting overwhelmed. You wouldn't believe it—Alex is going on a business trip for several day
Phoebe woke up with swollen eyes and a heavy body, wishing she could stay in bed, but she had to go to class, even though her mood was terrible.As she stepped out, her gaze caught sight of her exquisite phone, stirring a pang of sadness. With just that brief glance, she closed the door behind her.Upon arriving at school, she intentionally glanced at the bulletin board. Just as she expected, an announcement had been posted: Curitis had resigned from his position and left...As soon as she entered the classroom, a sharp voice pierced through the air."Well, look who it is, the little slut."It was Eden's voice.Phoebe didn't need to think to know who Eden was referring to. She lowered her head and took her seat, refusing to engage. Eden always picked on her, and Phoebe couldn't be bothered to respond."Phoebe, you really have some nerve! When did you and the professor become an item? You can't hide it this time," Eden spat out venomously.The surrounding students joined in with mockin
Another day flew by, but Phoebe's mood only grew heavier. She was reluctant to go home and wished she could find a place to hide.Torn inside, she decided to visit the art studio instead, having not taught her students in a while and missing them.Alexander had restricted her freedom, not even allowing her time to teach.Adding to that, she had been to the hospital several times recently, and her job at the bar had only lasted a few days before she stopped going altogether.After spending a few hours in the studio, her spirits lifted considerably.By the time she returned to the villa, it was already ten o'clock at night.She deliberately stayed out late, avoiding the thought of Melissa marrying Alexander, which only made her more anxious about facing Melissa.After taking a shower, she lay in bed, her mind racing with thoughts, feeling exhausted. It took her a long time to finally fall asleep.That night, she had a dream about Melissa and Alexander's wedding. As soon as she appeared
That night.Phoebe didn't return to the villa. Instead, she spent the night with her parents.As she lay in bed, she held her mother, Anila, tightly as she fell asleep...Meanwhile, across the city in New York, on the bustling financial street, Alexander returned to his hotel, exhausted after a long day. He had to handle some important matters at the branch office in person over the past few days.After stepping out of the bathroom, he casually picked up the phone. He dialed several times but only got voicemail.Irritated, he frowned.Phoebe hadn't answered any of his calls. This was the fifth day he had tried to reach her. How could she disregard his words so easily?Alexander narrowed his eyes dangerously. She better pick up his call soon; otherwise, he wouldn't hold back!Growing impatient, he called Rod directly to inquire.He learned that she hadn't even returned home that night!Hanging up, Alexander clenched his fists, the knuckles cracking ominously.Great! She had pushed him t
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