Compared to her parents' indifferent attitude, Michelle admired Mr. Knight much more.When Michelle was upset, Mr. Knight told her that it didn’t matter who Aron liked right now, what mattered was who he would marry in the future.When Michelle didn’t know what to do, Mr. Knight said that in order to achieve her goals, it was not wrong to use some methods.Michelle wholeheartedly agreed with Mr. Knight’s words and admired him—after all, he was much more reliable than her Buddhist-like parents.As Rachel entered the hall, more and more people began to notice her. The more Michelle didn’t want to hear the compliments, the clearer they became.Originally, it should have been her walking beside Aron, and everyone should have been looking at her, Michelle!But now, all the attention was on that Rachel!Some even commented, "I don’t know which family’s young lady this is, Mr. Knight is so lucky.""Young lady" my foot! Michelle had already sent someone to investigate Rachel this afternoon. S
The staircase was old and emitted a musty smell, which only made Rachel more nervous.She quickly reached the third floor, running lightly, and arrived at the door of Young Mr. Knight’s suite.Aron had left the door ajar. She pressed the doorknob, pushed the door open, then quickly shut it behind her and locked it.Her back was against the door, and she breathed heavily, still shaken from the tension.Aron came out from the inner room, wearing a bathrobe, drying his hair as though he had just showered.When he saw Rachel, his hand paused mid-motion. He stared at her, his gaze somewhat intense.Rachel hurriedly walked toward him and spoke, “Young Mr. Knight, just now... mmm!”Before she could finish, Aron had already grabbed her by the neck and kissed her on the lips.This kiss from Aron came suddenly and fiercely, making Rachel’s tense heart flutter away.It felt like waking from a nightmare, only to find that the terrifying scenes in the dream were nothing at all.It was as if, as lo
Father's words struck Aron’s heart like a heavy, blunt instrument.He couldn’t respond. Suddenly, he didn’t know how to face this father-son relationship.When he was a child, he used to sit outside his father’s study, holding his drawings, waiting for his father to come out and look at them, hoping for a compliment.When he was a teenager and sickest, he couldn’t communicate properly with anyone. It was when he overcame his fear to hold his first art exhibition that he secretly observed his father’s expression afterward, hoping to know if he was proud of his son.Of course, his father had praised him, even boasted about him to others.Aron thought that even though he was somewhat antisocial, he still had things to make his father proud.But that afternoon, his father called his art "a distraction from ambition."He didn’t expect that his father, a doctor, wouldn’t even acknowledge his condition, but instead called him a worthless person.Those fleeting happy memories of his father, w
Father stared at him for a moment, his gaze shifting to the teacup in front of him. He then said to Uncle Wesley, "Have the lunch sent to Aron's room.""Understood, Mr. Knight," Uncle Wesley responded.Aron gave a slight bow to his father before turning to leave the dining room with Rachel.But Michelle chased after them, running to block their way.She glared at Aron, pointing at Rachel. "You really want to bring her back to your room? Is that so?"Aron stared at her for two seconds. "What does it have to do with you?"Michelle was taken aback, her eyes nearly popping out from anger. "We are supposed to be engaged! If you're being unclear with another woman, of course I have to ask."Aron coldly replied, "I never agreed to an engagement with you. And besides, Rachel is my girlfriend. Even if I want her to eat in my bed, it’s none of your business."As soon as he said that, he noticed the little girl beside him blinking her big eyes, staring at him as if asking, "Are you really going
Uncle Wesley soon left the living room. Before he left, he kindly told Michelle, “Miss Pope, please wait a moment. I’ll go prepare lunch right away.”Michelle waved her hand and took out her phone, sitting on the sofa to scroll through short videos.Rachel had nothing to say to Miss Pope, so she avoided making any eye contact with her and focused on the dog in front of her.Looking at the large dog, Rachel’s mood improved significantly.She had loved dogs since she was a child. Her family’s small mutt was not just a friend, but also a helper, sometimes even more family-like than her actual family.Perhaps it was because she spent so much time with dogs growing up that she became particularly good at understanding their eyes.The large black dog that Young Mr. Knight raised might look intimidating at first glance due to its size, but it wasn’t fierce at all.This was similar to Young Mr. Knight himself.When people didn’t know him, they might find him scary. But once they got to know h
After passing through the large iron gate, there was a long corridor ahead. On both sides of the path stood towering trees. The winter trees were withered, and sunlight filtered through the branches in sparse rays, offering little warmth.Rachel had grown up in the mountains and had heard adults mention that there were some trees that should never be cut down. If one dared to cut them, the fine was light, but some even ended up in prison for the rest of their lives.Looking at the trees along the road, Rachel could identify at least two precious species. Even though they were commercially cultivated tree species, they weren’t something every family could afford to plant.She glanced past the car window, her eyes falling on the distant gray buildings. A sense of oppression suddenly rose in her chest.At that moment, Aron’s warm hand enveloped hers, gently squeezing it.Rachel looked at the person beside her, feeling a bit reassured, then leaned closer to him.The car eventually stopped