It was one thing to be intentionally humiliating, but she's wrapping it up so nicely. She presented a picture of deep affection, but I still clearly remember the candid words she exchanged with Ryan in the hospital room.Mrs. Shaw was clearly swayed by this performance, tapping her daughter's forehead in frustration. "Why are you so obsessed with Ryan?"Bethany smiled obediently. "He's such a good man. Some people don't appreciate him, but I should, right?"‘Such a hypocrite.’I found it amusing but was not inclined to argue with her. I just wanted to wrap things up quickly and asked again, "So, can you tell me your requirements now?""It must be noble!" She threw out her most important requirement with an air of command and continued, "It should have lots of diamonds, sparkling everywhere, with a collar lined with Astrian White pearls, something that looks very expensive. Oh, and it must have rubies, I love red..."By the end, I felt a bit overwhelmed.Diamonds, Astrian White p
When she saw him arrive, Bethany immediately restrained her previously sharp and unpleasant expression, though she still seemed agitated, muttering, "You always help outsiders!"Mrs. Shaw also softened her stance compared to before and asked, "Why?""I told my grandmother I would send her a few sets of custom-made clothes." Frank smiled. "This weekend, I'm taking Charlotte back to listen to what my grandmother wants. If you bully her and she refuses to talk to me, how am I supposed to explain things to my grandmother?"Upon hearing those words, Bethany's expression turned fierce. "You're taking her to meet Madam Smith?""Does it concern you?" Frank was terse and didn't bother to say more.Bethany snorted coldly. "Madam Smith always values rules and reputation. How could she allow a bitch like her...""Bethany, if my grandmother can tolerate someone like you, Ms. Wilson should definitely be liked by her."Even in front of Mrs. Shaw, Frank didn't spare Bethany any face.Mrs. Shaw
"Huh?" I was puzzled, "Waiting for me to finish work?"What the hell is he up to now?"I had a friend drop me off just now. I don't have a car." As he spoke, he extended his wrist towards me to show the time. "You're about to finish work soon. Can you give me a lift?""I'll call a taxi for you." I took out my phone, but he frowned and said softly, "I never travel in taxis."‘Alright then. It's only natural for a prince to have a prince's airs.’I had nothing to say. "Then you can wait here."I turned and went back into my office. It wasn't long before Jane came over.She gave me a knowing look, "Why is that prince from the Smith family staying here and not leaving?""Waiting for a lift," I replied helplessly.Jane sat in the chair opposite me, resting her elbows on the desk and supporting her face with her hands."I just saw that the mother and daughter seem to be quite afraid of him. Maybe you should try to improve your relationship with him? If something happens, he could
My first reaction was a moment of bewilderment, followed by amusement. ‘Vicious?’When they kidnapped me and left me injured from head to toe, they didn't reflect on their own actions. Now, I merely had Zack replicate my injuries onto Bethany. It seemed that they have a different set of standards for others.So the daughters from affluent families were more precious and the ordinary people were inferior? The two sets of standards were really unreasonable."Are you going to speak or not? Feeling guilty, are you? Fine, since you've played the part of the villain, don't blame me for retaliating!" Mrs. Shaw continued to shout angrily on the other end of the line.The phone was connected via the car's Bluetooth, so Frank naturally heard everything clearly.I barely had a chance to speak before Frank started, "Mrs. Shaw, it's unfair to accuse Ms. Wilson. I've been at her company all afternoon just to get a lift and haven't seen her associating with anyone suspicious."With just a few w
‘Does he have a personal vendetta with Bethany?’He lowered his head and his tone was casual. "Don't flatter yourself. I just happened to want to deal with her too."I readily agreed, "Alright then, today's matter is on you."Not only could I get revenge on Bethany, but I could also distance myself from the situation. Why not?Frank glanced at me sideways, a chuckle escaped his throat. "Charlotte, you really know how to take advantage of opportunities, don't you?""Kind of!" I smiled. "By the way, when did you find out about this?"Frank looked at me as if I were naive. "Do you think Zack would take action without informing me first?"I frowned and thought about it, then understood. "I see."Zack would have informed Frank about it. If Frank gave his approval, it would mean Zack was doing Frank a favor, especially since I had requested his support that day. If something went wrong, Frank would cover for him.If Frank intervened, Zack would avoid the risk of retaliation from the
We were all adults here. Given the conversations we had recently, I understood what his gestures and attentions meant.I was somewhat at a loss for how to respond.I had already said what needed to be said on that day.Frequent refusals could lead to awkwardness and might even jeopardize our friendship.Jack hesitated slightly. "Charlotte, have I given you any burden?"I fiddled with my cutlery, and before I could speak, he continued thoughtfully, "I've said before, you don't need to respond to anything. Just consider this as care between friends.""In the future, when you're ready to start a new relationship, we can take it slow," he added.My heart warmed.Had I not experienced the failed marriage with Ryan, or if I were still at an impulsive age, hearing those words might have led me to fall deeply for him.But now, I... was too afraid.The cost of becoming emotionally involved was too great.I slowly loosened my grip on the cutlery. "What if that day never comes?"Since
Most people knock on doors with a pattern of either two short knocks and one long or two long and one short.But this person outside was different. Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock knock, knock—Knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock—Knock, knock—knock! Knock, knock—knock!The knocking rhythm even reminded me of a familiar childhood tune.But that didn't help with my morning grumpiness.I shuffled out of the bedroom in my slippers, grumpily opened the door, and saw Frank standing there in a loose hoodie, his hair somewhat disheveled.Seeing me still in my pajamas, he smirked. "Charlotte, do you remember that you need to go to Jeswood today?""Of course I remember. I sent you a WhatsApp message last night asking about the departure time, but you didn't reply."Since I still needed his help with the Jeswood market, my morning grumpiness showed, though it was somewhat considerate."I was just trying to let you sleep in
The Smith family mansion was expansive, exuding both heritage and a vintage charm. It was clear at a glance that the house had been passed down through generations. While the exterior had been renovated, the interior still retained traces of its historical past.Unlike the opulence I had imagined, the mansion had a more understated elegance. Even a small decorative porcelain vase in the corner was a Medieval antique, worth over a hundred million.Frank had long, slender legs but walked at a leisurely pace, with his hands casually in his pockets, unhurried.He guided me past the vast dining hall and headed straight for the back garden. From a distance, I saw two elegantly dressed elderly ladies.One was sitting by the fireplace, sipping tea, while the other was pruning a nearby potted plant with scissors.Frank walked over, poured himself a cup of tea, and with a playful grin, said, "Madams, you're in much better shape than me. You're still doing outdoor activities even in this c
Jonathan almost spit out the tea he was drinking."You have principles now?""Not the right time to talk nonsense."Westley. "Do you always talk in a way that pokes others' pain points?"Jonathan smiled for a moment. "If you've done it, don't be afraid of people talking about it."Westley didn't want to continue the conversation and stood up to leave.He went to the kitchen to find Jordan and found her eating ravioli."Didn't you say you'd help?" Westley sat next to her. "How come you're eating secretly? Give me a bite?"Jordan guarded the food. "It’s in the kitchen. There's still plenty in the pot.""But I want to eat from your bowl.""But I don't want to give you any."Westley laughed. "Okay."But while Jordan took a bite of the ravioli, he kissed her.Jordan's eyes widened as she felt the ravioli in her mouth being stolen away."You're disgusting."Westley smiled. "Sweet."Jordan couldn't eat anymore and pushed the remaining ravioli to him. "I'm not eating anymore."
Now that she had remarried him, this was also her home, and there was no need to tidy up anymore."Really?" Westley turned her around. "It'll be troublesome to go to another room and come back for something later.""What do you mean?" Jordan felt like she didn't understand his words today. "Just spill it already."Westley nodded seriously. "Okay, I'll spill it. We're married now. From now on, when we come back here, we'll sleep together. If you don't tidy up and pack your things, there won't be anything for you in my room."Jordan understood. She suddenly smiled and patted his shoulder. "Who said that after marriage, we have to sleep in the same bed? If there's nothing of mine in your room, I'll sleep in my own room. It's not like you only have one room."Westley laughed. "Okay, you're being naughty now."Jordan replied, "You become like the people you spend time with."She finished speaking and ran off.She went to the kitchen to see Miranda and offer to help.Miranda told he
"What is there to prepare?" Westley sat down with Jordan. "They're not strangers."Miranda gave her a glare and handed Jordan some fruit. "Look at me, still wearing my pajamas...""Jordy, it's not that I don't care about you. It's just that Westley didn't say anything, and you two... we also didn't want to ask too much. Wait for me to change into something proper. What would you like to eat? I'll personally cook for you."Jordan quickly stopped her. "No need, we're so familiar with each other already, Mom."Miranda froze, then after a long pause, she grasped Jordan's hand, wiping her tears as she said, “Okay.”Jordan gave Westley a look, and he handed her a tissue.She wiped Miranda's tears. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry.""It's our fault," Miranda patted her hand. "We never thought that Westley would do that.""You two grew up together and had a great relationship. We always thought, when we're gone, he'll be able to love you and take care of you well on our beha
Jordan asked him, "You finished so quickly?""Why does it sound like you're unhappy that I came over?""No, it's just that your meetings used to take quite a long time."Westley casually ruffled her hair.Jordan wasn't happy. "You messed up my hairstyle!"Westley chuckled softly. "You're just had your hair down. Is it even styled?""You don't understand.""Alright, I don't understand."Westley pulled her back to the bedroom.Jordan wasn't happy. When they were going upstairs, he carried her back to the room."Do you really like kids that much?"Jordan put her hands against him to stop him from getting any closer."What, can't I like kids now? Henry and Sparrow are so cute."Westley caught both her hands and pinned them down. "Then should we have one too?"Jordan struggled. "Who said I want to have one with you?""Then who do you want to have one with?"Jordan kicked him with her leg. "Get off me."Westley bent down and asked, "Afraid of the pain?""Yes." Jordan was pi
Jordan didn't really know—she had only come here to escape.Now, there wasn't much left to escape from.If it weren't for wanting to spend a few more days with Jane and the others, she would have already been ready to go back to work.Westley saw that she had been thinking for a long time without speaking and asked, "So, are you coming with me to the theme park, or playing with those two kids?"Jordan almost forgot—there were two adorable children here."Then I'll play with the kids.""What, still think I'm too old?"Jordan gave him a playful glare. "Stop bringing that up all the time. Don't think you can keep me trapped with that topic."Westley asked, "Then why not come to the theme park with me?""Weren't you the one who gave me the choice?"Jordan gave a soft snort. "If you only want one answer, then next time give me just one option.""Alright." Westley looked at her with eyes full of affection. "Whatever you say goes.""I've got a meeting—you go play with the kids."
It felt very unreal.It felt like she was dreaming."Will you marry me?""Huh?"Jordan was completely dazed, thinking she would hear him say a lot of touching words.But in the end, all she heard were just those simple words."Are you... talking?"Westley nodded. "Yes. Will you marry me?"For a moment, Jordan truly wanted to throw the flowers at his face.But then she remembered her conversation with Charlotte.And she felt that Charlotte had a point.They were already married, yet Westley still wanted to give her a sense of ceremony.Even if he didn't say any romantic lines, she wouldn't be able to refuse his proposal now.With that thought in mind, she reached out her hand."I will!"Westley slipped the ring onto her finger, stood up, and hugged her.Jordan heard him whisper softly in her ear. "I'm really nervous. It's my first time doing something like this, so I don’t know what to say—I was afraid I'd cry. Give me a little grace. Whatever you want to hear, I'll say
"Okay."Jordan started to feel something was off. "Charlotte, I remember you didn't like the smell of cigarettes. Didn't Frank stop smoking after being with you?"Charlotte responded calmly, "Not really. If I didn't like the smell of cigarettes, I wouldn't have gotten along with Jane for so many years. She was already smoking when I first met her. Also, Frank didn't stop smoking just because he was with me. It was only later, when I was pregnant and feeling unwell, that he stayed by my side and simply forgot about it. Men have a lot of work pressure too. If he smokes now and out of my sight, I think I should try to understand that. That's what being a couple means."Jordan was persuaded. "Yeah, I guess you’re right. There should be mutual understanding. I do act a bit spoiled sometimes."Charlotte said, "When I talk about understanding, I don't mean compromise. If there's something you really can't accept, it still needs to be discussed between the two of you."Jordan was confused
"Wow."Jane and Charlotte stood at the doorway, watching with great interest.It was quite the appetizing show.Zachary and Frank, on the other hand, weren't interested, and headed to the yard to set up the grill.Frank chatted casually with him. "He's been proving himself for two days now—why do you keep poking at his age? He even made you bleed."Zachary said, "I did it for the greater good. Look at them now, kissing like they can't bear to part."Frank cocked his brows and said nothing in response.Jordan overheard Jane and Charlotte's voices.Her face turned completely red from embarrassment.She couldn't push Westley away, so she had no choice but to bite him.When he relaxed his grip, she took the chance to run.She didn't even dare glance at Jane and Charlotte at the door.Back in her room, she buried herself under the blanket.So embarrassing.Downstairs, Jane and Charlotte, satisfied with the show, headed to the yard.Westley, meanwhile, went upstairs.Sure eno
'What was that?'Jordan truly had nothing in her head but confusion.She had just been teased by Jane outside.She thought that since she hadn't come downstairs in the past couple of days, everyone already knew—Westley was... not impotent.Why was Frank saying things like that now?"Frank, what are you talking about?""Nothing."Frank left the kitchen and sat next to Charlotte.After Jane finished tending to Zachary's wound, she even fed him some food.The man held his wife in his arms and asked in a low voice, "All your friends are bringing their husbands food. Why aren't you doing the same?"Charlotte smiled. "That's because Jane took a bite and didn't like it. She thought it would be wasteful, so she gave it to Zachary."Frank played with her hand and asked, "Is there nothing you don't like to eat?""Nope."In the kitchen—Jordan sensed that Westley was upset. She reached out and hugged him, asking, "Did Zachary and the others tease you?"Westley finished handling wha