That same night, Noah took a flight back to Nihonburg.The lights were still on by the time he made it back to his villa. The entire place was decorated with strings of Christmas lights, from the yard, to the door, and to the living room.Gwynn was wide awake. She was decorating the house while wearing an all-white nightgown. Walking around in bare feet, she was engrossed in hanging up the ornaments.She looked so exquisite, as if she had jumped out of a painting. She might’ve recently given birth to Lorian, but it did nothing to diminish her naivety.Noah looked a little exhausted from the flight. In fact, there was still a faint odor of Gianna’s perfume about him. However, his heart skipped a beat when he saw Gwynn.At that moment, he was thrown back all the way to the distant past. Gwynn was just twenty-two years old back then. She had accidentally bumped into him in a crowd. Some random folk said she looked like a spooked bunny. She didn’t really know how the real world
Once their sex had gone on for some time, he felt a little disinterested in it. So, he finished it rather abruptly.…The deed was done. Rising, Noah regarded the mess on the bed. Gwynn was still lying face down on it. Sultry hickeys decorated her slender shoulder. He had been quite rough with her. Instead of leaving immediately, he sat by the side of the bed and lit a cigarette.Curling herself up, she pulled the blanket over and covered herself. Still wearing a naive expression, she had tears filling up in her eyes. This was how she always looked every time they were done doing it. His eyes grew darker and he stared at her for a long time. Leaning over, he snuffed out the cigarette before going downstairs. After he left, she loosened her grip on the blanket and went into a daze. Then, her heart started pounding. She had a hunch that Noah came here to divorce her in the middle of the night. They might’ve done it, but he wasn’t satisfied at all. In fact, he found it mu
A hint of affection flashed in Noah’s eyes.He seemed to be hesitating. In the end, however, he merely patted her head the way he did with Lorian. She looked so naive and frail now, just like their baby boy.He went downstairs in the middle of the night. Gladys was sitting in the living room restlessly. The moment she noticed him, she rushed over and asked, “What’s going to happen to Ms. Gwynn now?”He knew what she was worried about. Lowering his head, he looked at the divorce agreement and said dryly, “Everything’s going to be the same!”That stunned her. After all, she loved Gwynn very much. Then, she did everything she could to speak up for her mistress. There was a hint of pleading in her tone. “Perhaps you could set her free, Mr. Noah. If I remember correctly, she has an elder brother. I think he’d be pleased to look after her.”The truth was that it would’ve been better if she didn’t bring up Liam. The moment Noah thought about his wife’s brother, an unfeeling coldness
Noah turned on his phone the moment he touched down. There were several missed calls, all of them from the bodyguards in the villa. He returned the call and asked, “What is it?”Then, the bodyguard stammered and told him everything. It was cramped in the car. Noah’s face turned grim. He pondered on it for a while before saying dryly, “Don’t lose her.” It was a brief instruction, but it was enough to show what she meant to him. The bodyguard gave an affirmative response. Hanging up the phone, he rubbed his brows. He took several flights in a single day and had rather intense sex with Gwynn while he was in Nihonburg. It was quite exhausting. His chauffeur turned around and asked gently, “Are we going back to the villa or to Ms. Gianna’s place, Mr. Noah?”Noah responded without a thought, “Take me back to the villa.”…Noah’s eyes were shut as he leaned back on the couch and rested a little. He was on the top floor of Sanders Group where his office was. After a two-hour conf
Gladys sobbed towards the end of her sentence. Her heart sank when she saw the state Gwynn was in now.Noah remained quiet for a brief moment before he said dryly, “I’m busy. I won’t be coming back! Take good care of her, Gladys. Also, I want you to tell her I won’t go soft on her. She had better know what’s good for her.”Her heart sank.She had been looking after Gwynn all the time and she had a pretty good idea that her mistress was just faking her mental condition. That was why she spoke up for her in front of her husband a couple of days back. However, she had never expected Noah to take things this far.Gwynn was only twenty-four years old, for Heaven’s sake. What was she supposed to do?!She parted her lips, about to say something, but Noah had already hung up on her.As he said, he wasn’t going to let himself go soft. It was only normal that Gwynn would cry for the next few days. After all, she thought he abandoned her. With that said, she was bound to get hungry after
However, Noah didn’t make the phone call in the end.He knew what was going on with that lingering feeling in his gut. He was worried and concerned. He missed Gwynn. It was the eve of New Year. Lorian was eight months old now. Noah brought his son to Nihonburg. They were going to spend their New Year's there.It started to snow when their private plane was about to land at the airport, but it was ultimately uneventful. A black limousine pulled into his villa when evening rolled in, its roof blanketed with a thin layer of snow. Getting out of the car, he swept his eyes across the surroundings. The villa wasn’t as cheerful as it was at Christmas. It was deadly quiet and not festive at all.Walking into the living room, he brushed off the snowflake on her overcoat. Gwynn was nowhere to be seen. Gladys saw him and knew what was on his mind. Carrying Lorian in her arms, she said, “Ms. Gwynn wouldn’t come downstairs. She had always had her meals up there. She wouldn’t speak too.
Out of nowhere, Noah lost his temper. Walking over to the dining table, he said dryly, “Get dinner ready.”It was a New Year's Eve dinner. So, the servants prepared a big meal for the occasion. They went in and out of the dining hall, serving dinner on the dining table. Gladys went upstairs to fetch Gwynn a nightgown. Then, she helped her mistress to sit next to Noah. She even whispered to Gwynn, “Keep Mr. Noah happy. He brought Lorian here just for you. Don’t make him regret doing it.”Gwynn was puzzled.The snowstorm got heavier outside. Noah had just taken a flight all the way back here, but he looked cold and elegant. Pouring himself a glass of whiskey, he sipped it while training his gaze on her.She was a little picky about what she wanted to eat. There were some honey-glazed ribs right in front of him and Gladys put some of it on Gwynn’s plate. However, she wouldn’t eat it, no matter what the old servant said. So, he stabbed it with his fork, reached out, and placed it b
Noah had just entered the master bedroom when it suddenly occurred to him that he and Gwynn were divorced. It would be unseemly for them to sleep together. With that said, it was quite late now. He had no intention of cleaning up the cold, unwelcoming guest room and sleeping there. So, he strode over to the bed and laid down on it. Lifting the blanket, he saw Lorian and Gwynn holding each other tightly in their sleep. His baby boy was snuggled in her embrace.Lorian’s fair cheeks were pressing against his mother’s breasts. It was supposed to be a heartwarming sight, but he saw it differently. He had suppressed his lust earlier, but it came back with a vengeance. Picking his baby boy up, he put him down at the side of the bed. Then, he pinned Gwynn to the bed and started kissing her. At the same time, he lifted the hem of her skirt with another hand. He was very anxious to have a taste of her enchanting body. He couldn’t wait to slip his manhood into her before she was ev
Zion and Gwen's marriage seemed inevitable, with no one putting up any resistance. Occasionally, Gwen even had a strange illusion.It all went so smoothly that the years of separation seemed like they had never happened, as if she and Zion had always been together. After their reunion, he didn’t even ask her about her life abroad and treated her just as he did before.She was no longer as youthful and tender, but Zion still saw her as if she were a 20-year-old girl. Gwen felt a bit dejected, thinking to herself, he must just like girls around 18-year-old.But unfortunately, the spring river flows eastward and cannot return!Zion only smiled.In winter, the days grew shorter. After work, Gwen arrived at Zion's villa, but he had not yet come home. The two housekeepers had already started preparing dinner.When Gwen got out of the car, she received a call from Zion. Her voice was soft and tender.“When will you be back?”On the other end, Zion checked the time and said, “I’ll be
Zion noticed Gwen gazing at him with those wide, expectant eyes again. With a chuckle, he reached into the pocket of his trench coat, pulled out a sleek wallet, and carefully extracted a platinum card. He placed it in her outstretched hand and said with a smile, “This is my secondary card. There’s no credit limit.” Gwen gasped softly, then teased, “Wow, aren’t you generous? Thank you, Teacher Qin.” Zion gave her a light tap on the head. Not missing a beat, Gwen wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned mischievously, “Thank you, my sugar daddy.” Zion’s response was to pull her close, cupping her cheeks as he kissed her fiercely. Though he once carried himself as an educator and now as a refined businessman, he found himself utterly smitten by her playful antics. After the kiss, Zion leaned close to Gwen's ear and murmured something uncharacteristically crude that sent a shiver down her spine. He playfully nipped her nose. “Turns out you’ve got a thing for bad boy
Zion could sense Gwen’s cautiousness and chuckled softly. Then, he cupped her face and planted a firm kiss on her lips. “Don’t worry, I won’t touch you. We agreed to save that for our wedding night. Besides, I just drank last night, so I probably wouldn’t be much use. I want your first time to be special, so I’ll make sure I’m well-prepared.” Gwen’s cheeks turned crimson. She buried her face in his chest, mumbling, “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” How peculiar! Back then, even though they were together, their relationship had always been proper and restrained. But now, here they were, sharing a bed, their bodies so intimately close it was both thrilling and embarrassing. Gwen had never experienced this before. Zion seemed to understand her thoughts. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “I haven’t either. Before the wedding night, I’ll make sure to study hard.” Gwen didn’t dare ask how he planned to “study,” though she had a pretty good idea—i
Zion maintained a respectful demeanor and immediately greeted, “Mr. Noah.” Noah, however, didn’t make things difficult for him. He gave a light cough, which could be considered acknowledgment. Then, turning to his youngest daughter, he said, “Go upstairs first. Your mother’s been waiting for you all night; she probably has something to say to you.” Gwen hesitated and didn’t move at first. Zion gently nudged her, his voice soft, “You should go.” Only then did Gwen start to move. But before heading upstairs, she walked over to Noah. As the youngest daughter and the most adept at charming her way out of trouble, she hugged her father. Only then, with visible reluctance, did she head upstairs. Her father’s anger dissipated by more than half after the hug. Watching her go, Noah turned his attention to Zion, his tone calm but firm: “Have a seat. Let’s talk.” Zion immediately sat down and, with practiced ease, poured Noah a cup of tea. Noah feigned irritation and remarked, “
But Gwen was not satisfied.With reddened eyes, she pitifully asked again, "Are you married? Is there someone else by your side? Do you still love me?"As she asked, she was more persistent than before, yet it made the man's heart ache even more.Zion remembered that when they parted ways, Gwen was still an innocent, naive girl. Now, however, she was willing to ask such direct and revealing questions. The braver she became, the more pain he felt in his heart.Zion no longer teased her. He looked into her eyes and answered seriously."No, I'm not married. There's no one else by my side. Her leg healed, and she got married earlier this year. And yes, I still love you. Very much."...Gwen's eyes turned even redder.Her voice trembled as she said, "That doesn't mean I have to be with you. I'm still mad at you."Zion took a step forward and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes. It had been five years, and now she had become a teary little kitten. He remembered how
At that moment, Gwen was completely flustered. She didn’t understand what Zion meant, nor did she understand why he was deliberately getting close to her. She wanted to ask, but before she could, Zion had already led her out of the car. The restaurant arranged by the school leadership was nearby, just off campus. Gwen had been there with Zion before, but not in a private room. Returning to an old haunt brought a sense of nostalgia. Zion walked side by side with Gwen. He was six-foot tall, and she was about five-foot-five. They made for a strikingly good-looking pair. Considering their history, the school leaders naturally couldn’t resist teasing them a bit. Gwen felt slightly uncomfortable and replied, "We were young and foolish." Over the years, Zion had grown seasoned in the business world, exuding an effortless charm. He responded with a light smile, "I wonder if we can pick up where we left off—still holding a grudge?" As soon as those words were said, the schoo
After running away in a flurry that night, Gwen retreated into her home, avoiding the world outside for several days. Her father, Noah, meanwhile, busied himself with his new hobby of keeping turtles—purchased on a whim after his wife, Gwynn, teased him for being too old. In an attempt to prove his youth, Noah even released the turtles back into the wild one evening, making a point of marking one with the name "Zion" on its shell in a bold act of petty revenge. Gwynn, ever the pragmatist, found the gesture immature and pointless, but it brought him a fleeting sense of satisfaction. Gwen, however, was unaware of the antics her father had indulged in. All she knew was that her father had been unusually concerned during her self-imposed seclusion, urging her to get out and take a break. Noah's insistence that she shouldn’t remain cooped up at home was an attempt to draw her back into the world, to reconnect with life. But she couldn’t shake the weight of everything that had transp
In the lounge, Gwen curled up in Tegan’s embrace, crying silently. Tegan gently stroked her smooth black hair, sighing softly. “If you really like him, I’ll help you talk to him.”Gwen sobbed quietly, “Dad will say you’re being rebellious.”Tegan paused for a moment, then replied, “Your brother will help me, won’t he?”Gwen clung to Tegan, continuing to cry softly. She remembered that today was Yeager’s full moon celebration and decided to cry for just a little while. After all, who hasn’t shed tears in their youth?At that moment, there was a knock at the door. From the sound of it, the person outside had a very refined aura. Tegan immediately guessed who it was; it certainly wasn’t her husband. She gently rubbed Gwen’s head. “I’ll go answer it.”When Tegan opened the door, as expected, it was Zion standing outside. The two locked eyes, and after a moment of silence, Tegan calmly spoke, “You two talk.” Zion nodded.In the quiet lounge, the soft sound of Gwen’s crying fill
The following August. It was the party for Ocelotte and Molly's child. Molly had given birth to a boy, named Yeager Sanders, a name chosen by her eldest brother-in-law, Lorian. She was very fond of the name. As for Lorian and Tegan's youngest son, he was named Fergus Sanders. Yeager and Fergus were the next generation of boys in the Sanders family. However, the first child was still Lola, the one and only little princess. She loved following Gwen around. The little girl was now three and a half years old and about to start kindergarten. On the day of Yeager's party, Gwen was still taking Lola around, but she unexpectedly ran into an old acquaintance. It had truly been a long time. Since the year Zion had left for another country, although they had occasionally bumped into each other, they hadn’t had the chance for a proper meeting. How many years had passed? Gwen didn't dare to think about it, nor did she want to calculate. She vaguely felt it had been four