The gentle morning sunlight filtered through the room's window and shone softly on Vincent's pale face.He awakened from his slumber, opening his eyes as his consciousness gradually became clear. Turning his head, he saw Rosalie sitting in a chair, her slender figure delicate and small.She was asleep, seemingly having stayed by his side and taking care of him the entire night. There was a faint blush on the tip of her nose, and she was enveloped in soft morning light.Vincent parted his lips, wanting to wake her, but his gaze was involuntarily fixed on her, and he swallowed the words he was about to say.Her long hair cascaded softly over her shoulders like feathers dancing in the air. The sunlight streamed through the window, caressing her smooth skin. She seemed to be draped in a layer of delicate golden silk, making her features appear even more tender and enchanting.Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she encountered confusion in her dreams. Sunlight filtered through her
Upon seeing the words "honey" and "baby," Vincent frowned slightly.Rosalie had a husband and a baby? So, she was already married.She looks to be in her early twenties, which was relatively young. Yet, she was already married and had a child.For some reason, he felt a sense of loss, but soon after, he found it ridiculous. What did he have to feel lost about? He didn't even know her.Vincent wanted Rosalie to sleep a little longer, but her husband seemed very worried about her. If he didn't reply, he might call the police.So, Vincent picked up Rosalie's phone and clicked to reply. [I didn't sleep well last night. I want to sleep a little longer; I'll call you later.]Sebastian quickly replied, [Alright, go ahead. I'll wait for your call.]Vincent looked at the text and suddenly felt a surge of annoyance.-Rosalie opened her eyes. It was probably noon already. She sat up from the bed and rubbed her eyes.She glanced at the alarm clock; it was 12 PM.Rosalie immediately got
"Seb, thank you for helping me take care of my baby. I don't know how to thank you enough.""Don't stand on ceremony with me. I should be doing this in the first place as the father of the child."Rosalie's face stiffened at his words.Noticing Rosalie's silence, Sebastian went on, "Rose, are you still thinking about Theodore? Do you still want him to be the father of your child?"Rosalie said, "Seb, things between Theo and I are over. Don't worry about us. I'll do what I promised you. I only brought up divorce before because I was too sad. I won't bring it up again in the future.""It's alright, Rose. I'm not blaming you. I fully understand how you feel.""Let's leave it as it is for now, Seb. We'll talk more after I get back. I'm hanging up.""Alright, Rose. Goodbye."Both of them hung up. Vincent took a mouthful of alcohol and turned to glance at Rosalie, who was spacing out with both hands resting on the kitchen counter.Vincent arched a brow as he leaned back casually o
Rosalie replied, "You had a bad dream last night and kept calling Youngie's name."Vincent's grip tightened over the spoon he was holding so hard his knuckles popped up."Who's Youngie?"Rosalie was sure Youngie was his girlfriend or someone special to him. All she knew was that he looked to be in much pain when he called out Youngie's name in his nightmare.That look of pain seemed as though the girl named Youngie was no longer around.Vincent remained seemingly emotionless, but his gaze shifted as he said indifferently, "The next time I have a nightmare, keep away from me and leave me be.""Oh, okay."Rosalie was about to sit down when realization dawned upon her.Why would there be a next time?She chuckled awkwardly. "It's good that you're fine now. I'll leave right after lunch. Don't worry, there won't be a next time."He saved her and got injured. She was worried that something might happen to him, so she stayed the night to keep watch over him.Since he was fine, she
She didn't know this man well, despite him saving her and her feeling grateful toward him.Even so, it didn't mean that he could raise such a ridiculous request."My motive is simple. Ten thousand dollars and a week of your time." Vincent leaned back casually against the chair and said, "Or you could just give me ten billion dollars."Rosalie said solemnly, "I don't have ten billion dollars.""If you don't, then let's make it ten thousand dollars and a week of your time. If you can't afford either option, I'd have saved you in vain and I'll kill you."His voice sounded like a rumble in the night, dangerous and with a tinge of wickedness.He felt like a serpent hidden in the night, silently attacking his next victim in a way that made one shudder in fright.Rosalie suddenly felt uneasy. She didn't know if it was in hindsight or because this man changed way too fast. He had just blocked a bullet for her at the risk of his life.After coming here, he even let her drive his car off
"Are you scared?" Vincent said as his eyes narrowed. "In that case, you can eliminate this option, because you're scared to die."He put down his gun. "You're now left with two options. One is to give me one billion dollars and another is to give me ten thousand dollars and one week of your time. Ms. Young, you'll have to choose between these two options. Leaving this place isn't an option you can take."Rosalie didn't expect to see this side of his, but then again, she didn't know him well enough and naturally didn't expect him to be someone like this.When he saved her, blocking her from the bullet at the risk of his life, she thought he just looked scary. She didn't expect it to go beyond just appearances."Can I find someone to take care of you? I can find the best nanny or a professional doctor.""I don't want any of them. I want you." Vincent's face looked pale, but his aura remained imposing. Rosalie asked anxiously, "Why must you insist on me taking care of you?""I'm
The mention of Youngie's name made Vincent's eyes go dim. A vicious look flashed past his eyes.He grabbed her face and spat out through gritted teeth, "Don't talk about her!"He used so much force it felt as though he could crush her face to pieces.Youngie seemed very important to him indeed, Rosalie thought.Vincent suddenly released her face, clutched his chest, and took a few steps back.Rosalie reached out to hold him, but at the thought of what he just did to her, she retracted her hands, still feeling slightly miffed."We're not done with lunch yet," Vincent said as he stumbled to the dining hall.Rosalie exhaled out loud, almost losing her balance.After a long time, she finally managed to compose herself and crouched down to pick up the things on the floor and stuff them back into her bag.She glanced at Vincent and saw him walking to the dining hall. She walked cautiously to the door, intending to open the door and leave.But the moment she tried to push the handle
Rosalie felt very anxious as she looked worriedly at Vincent."Quick, tell me."She looked at the first-aid kit filled with medication and tools. Although she felt scared, she had no choice but to take on the challenge given how critical things were right now.Vincent trembled slightly as he asked Rosalie in a weak voice. "Are you scared?"Rosalie nodded her head. Her heart was pounding as she started to tense up."Yes, I am, but I'll do it. Quick, tell me how."Vincent went on in a weak voice, "Get a bottle of iodine solution and an alcoholic cotton ball. Soak the cotton ball with iodine solution and use it to wipe the skin area around the wound."Rosalie followed Vincent's instructions very carefully as she twisted the iodine solution bottle open with trembling fingers.The smell of the iodine solution made her head spin, but she suppressed her instinctive response and focused on the next step.She carefully dipped the cotton ball into the bottle and carefully wiped the skin
Wesley looked at Yerick, who was kneeling on the ground, and his heart ached.He painfully closed his eyes, wanting to say something, but he couldn't bring himself to speak the words at the tip of his tongue."Mom, why did you die without telling me who my father is? Were you afraid I would hate him? I did hate him, but now I'm all alone. How I wish I could find my real father. Even though I'd be angry at him, I think I would forgive him, as long as…as long as he's willing to accept me as his son."Wesley opened his eyes, a flicker of hope flashing in his gaze. Finally, he released the emotions he had been holding back. "Yerry, I'm your father."Yerick turned to look at Wesley, his eyes wide with shock. "What did you say?"Wesley crouched down, knelt on one knee, and held Yerick's hand tightly. "I am your biological father. I'm sorry for only telling you now, Yerry.""You're my biological father? Why… Why you? You're my godfather!" Yerick's expression was one of disbelief."Yerry, tha
Yerick drove, taking Wesley away from the house.It was only then that Wesley realized the place Yerick had brought him to was desolate, with only a small house in sight. The area was so remote that there were no streetlights."Yerry, why did you buy a house here?" Wesley asked."It's quiet. I like it," Yerick replied."It's quiet, alright, but it's so isolated and with no shops nearby. Did you live here before?" Wesley asked."Godfather, this is just a place I come to when I want to clear my head. Plus, with a car, it's easy to go anywhere," Yerick explained.They had been driving for about ten minutes, but through the car window, Wesley still hadn't seen any other residents. It felt eerily silent.After a while, the car came to a stop. There were lights here now, but they didn't seem like public streetlights."Godfather, let's get out. My mom is just ahead."Wesley got out of the car, and the two of them, holding flowers, walked down a small path in front of them.Wesley looked aroun
After Theodore calmed down, he looked up and said toward the door, "Someone, come in."The bodyguard walked in. "Mr. Spencer, how can I assist you?""Contact my father and tell him I have urgent matters to discuss. Ask him to come over.""Understood."The bodyguard immediately went out to make the call. After a while, he returned, saying, "Mr. Theodore, I couldn't reach Mr. Wesley. His phone is turned off.""Can't reach him?"The bodyguard nodded. "Yes. His phone is switched off.""Keep trying. Call the company, call his home. We need to find him."Theodore suddenly had an ominous premonition.-Wesley slowly opened his eyes, smelling a faint floral fragrance.He sat up from the bed and turned his head to see a diffuser nearby. It was letting off a swirling mist. Feeling a bit dizzy, and he glanced at the unfamiliar surroundings.He got out of bed. Where was this place?Just then, the door opened, and Yerick walked in. "Godfather, you're awake.""Yerry, where are we? Didn't we just hav
"You make it sound so easy. How do you know Sebastian wouldn't do such a thing? Do you know what he did to me? He tried to kill me several times! Do you think he will treat my son any better?"Theodore shoved him away and staggered.Justin quickly supported him, saying, "I know Sebastian isn't a good person, but this child isn't just yours. It's also Rose's. He loves Rose very much. He wants to be with her, so he wouldn't be stupid enough to harm Steve.""What if…""What if he really harms Steve?" Justin immediately said. "Don't worry. I'll tear Sebastian to pieces if that happens, and I'll give my life for it!""Give your life for it?" Theodore scoffed, "Do you think you can handle that?"Justin helped Theodore back onto the bed. "Just watch the video first."Justin turned to leave."Where are you going?" Theodore immediately asked.Justin paused at the door and turned back, saying, "I'm going to bring Steve to you.""Wait a moment." Theodore called out to him."What is it now? If you
Loving someone was inherently painful, especially when one didn't realize one's feelings at the start. It was only after losing the person that one woke up to the truth, but by then, the loss was final and irreversible.Things had already happened, and no amount of pain could bring back what was lost."Justin, what are you still doing here? Are you here to watch me suffer? Get out! Go! Tell Rose I will settle this with her. I'm not done with her. I will fight for custody. Steve is my child. I will take him home!"Theodore's heart was filled with hatred."I'm looking for Rose too, but I can't find her. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to you," Justin replied.Theodore froze. "What did you say?""Do you really think I came here to show off? I came because Rose's gone. If I could find her, I wouldn't have come to you. I tried to reach you before, but you were in surgery. Now that you're awake, I need you to get your emotions in check. What I'm about to tell you is even bigger than the fact
If the mysterious pregnancy and DNA test reports still left him with some doubts, hearing Justin's words in person—that Steve was indeed his son—completely erased any lingering suspicion. What replaced it was an overwhelming pain.Theodore had once wondered what it would be like if Steve were his son. He had even wondered if Steve could possibly be his son.However, thinking back to everything that had happened between him and Rosalie, he became afraid. He was afraid that if he thought too much about it, he might just be deluding himself. What would he do then?After all, when they met in Melrine, he had seen Rosalie, Sebastian, and Steve eating together at a restaurant. Theodore had watched as Sebastian and Steve interacted like father and son. His first instinct was that Rosalie and Sebastian had a child together.And Rosalie hadn't denied it. She had implicitly accepted it, which led Theodore to believe that Steve was indeed Sebastian's son.Theodore thought about his interactions w
Justin's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion. He lowered his head and saw the papers that had fallen at his feet. He bent down and picked them up.Upon seeing the contents, he asked in surprise, "Where did you get this from?""You're asking me?" Theodore sneered. "Justin, are you the one behind this? Are you deliberately causing trouble by sending these things in Rose's name?"The more Justin listened, the more confused he became. Suddenly, he noticed an envelope on the nightstand. He picked it up and, upon seeing the sender's name, glanced back at the report in his hand."This definitely wasn't sent by Rose.""Not sent by her? Then where is she now? I can't get through to her phone. Tell her I need to see her. I want to talk to her, especially about Steve. I need to know if he's Sebastian's child or mine. I want to do the paternity test myself!"Whether the contents of the mail were true or not, Theodore was determined to investigate this matter personally. He had always assumed St
Theodore thought he was dreaming.His hands were trembling as he held the documents. He repeatedly examined the pregnancy test report and the DNA test report.The result showed that Steve was his biological son.What on earth was going on?The pregnancy test report was from a year and a half ago, but the DNA test report was from just a week ago.How could this be?"Mr. Spencer, are you alright?" The assistant noticed Theodore's abnormal behavior and was somewhat concerned. He didn't dare look at the contents of the documents, as this was Theodore's mail."My phone. Where's my phone?" Theodore asked."Mr. Spencer, your phone was destroyed in the car accident. I'll get you a replacement.""Wait. Give me your phone. Quickly!""Okay." The assistant immediately handed his phone to Theodore.Theodore knew Rosalie's number by heart, of course. He quickly dialed it."Sorry, the number you've dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later."Was her phone turned off?The mail showed it
But what difference did it make? Theodore felt nothing for Cynthia—at most, just guilt."Theo, I'm not asking to be with you again, but I hope that I can see you often. That's all I want. As long as I know you're alright.""I just want to be alone for a while. Please leave," Theodore replied weakly. "Can I still visit you?"After a moment of silence, Theodore said, "Maybe in a few days. I just want to be alone now.""Alright, I'll give you some space to calm down. I'll visit you again. I hope we can still be friends. Oh, by the way..." Cynthia took a small gift box from her bag and placed it on the bedside table. "This is a gift I made for you.""What's this?" Theodore asked.Cynthia opened the box to reveal a red braided bracelet."I made this for you. Can I put it on you? It'll keep you safe and bring you good health."Theodore was indifferent. "Do you really believe in this kind of thing?""Theo, whether you believe in it or not, it's still my sincere wish. I spent the whole night