At that time, Kendrick must have been very angry and sad. His stepmother had been clearing out his mother’s belongings, not even sparing a few flower pots. She dared to do that, which must have been tacitly approved by Colten.Fortunately, Trey had been there for him, giving him comfort and encouragement. This was probably why Kendrick had always been so close to Trey.After a while, Kendrick smiled and gently rubbed the top of her head. “It’s alright. I’m fine.”Annabelle replied with a soft "Oh..." But she noticed his eyes were red, and she really wanted to comfort him by patting his head."Many people think the epiphyllum has bad connotations. When Lydia threw the epiphyllums away, she said that the flowers were unlucky. Even Father agreed. So why do you like them so much, Anna?"Annabelle pursed her lips and replied, "There’s no such thing as good or bad plants. What people call lucky or unlucky is just something they’ve attached to them. In fact, the phrase 'like an epiphyllum' h
Kendrick's voice had become somewhat sour, and Annabelle responded, "I don’t distrust you...""Then listen to me," he said softly, pulling her into his embrace from behind.Just moments ago, he had almost let slip the name of Ryan. He and Ryan had reached an agreement—temporarily keeping from Annabelle the fact that her Master was actually Ryan. Otherwise, Ryan might tell her about Emilia’s existence.Kendrick wasn’t ready to explain this to her yet. He was afraid she would overthink it, and he hadn’t fully handled the situation himself.Annabelle remained lost in thought, still looking troubled."What are you thinking about?" Kendrick asked."I was thinking about when I’ll get better," Annabelle sighed, feeling frustrated. Every time she thought about her weak body and the poison inside her, things she couldn’t do, it made her feel miserable.Kendrick smiled lightly. "Don’t worry. I was just about to tell you."He took out his phone, logged into the health check center, and showed he
Marvin was feeling irritated that night. Unable to sleep, he went to the garden for some fresh air, but unexpectedly ran into Kendrick and Annabelle.He couldn’t resist following them all the way into the depths of the garden, watching as they entered the flower room.Several times, he thought about interrupting their date, but he held himself back, refraining from making a sound.He even imagined it was him walking in the garden with Annabelle instead.The things Kendrick did for her, he could do too! Why couldn’t Annabelle accept him?Watching them embrace and kiss, Marvin felt an intense surge of jealousy. Just as he was about to lose control, he saw Kendrick remove Annabelle’s clothes…Through the fogged-up glass and with Kendrick blocking the view, Marvin couldn’t see Annabelle’s body, but he knew exactly what was happening inside.Jealousy and anger burned within him, making him unable to endure any longer. Clenching his fists, he turned and left the little garden.Marvin didn’t
She was a journalist.About a month ago, Annabelle had come to Marvin’s apartment to pick up a cat, and Marvin invited her to stay for dinner. Annabelle drank some strong liquor and ended up sleeping over. Marvin had planned to use the opportunity to create a scandal by inviting a reporter to photograph them, but things backfired when Kendrick intervened. Not only did Kendrick take Annabelle away, but he also placed a man in Marvin’s bed.The reporters managed to snap pictures of him and the male escort in bed together. However, almost all of them were threatened into deleting the photos, except for this particular young reporter who claimed she had already sent them out.After the "bean sprout" girl showed her friend the photo, she quickly put her phone away."So, what do you think? Not bad, right?"Her friend gave a thumbs-up. "Definitely developed! You really know how to work it. But how did you figure out it’s just the lower body developed and not the brain?"The girl laughed misc
The girl’s face turned pale. “Mr. Gregory, Young Master, Big Brother! I have no money, no looks, just a worthless life. I’m not worth dirtying your hands. Please, let me go.”Marvin glared at her coldly. “Cut the act.”The last time she tricked him, Marvin wasn’t going to fall for it again.He locked the car door and started the engine aggressively.“Hey! You can’t drive after drinking so much! Ah—!”Before the girl could say more, the car shot out onto the road.The girl held tightly onto the roof handle, her face drained of color, but her mouth never stopped.“Big Brother, I know I was wrong, really! Please pull over. We can talk it through! If you want to take me somewhere, I’ll drive you there! It’s not worth it for you to risk your life over mine!”Marvin glared at the woman beside him. She had a point.He had been drinking, and driving now felt like steering a boat on choppy waters—the road was uneven, swaying side to side.To punish this little liar, risking his own life was ce
“Linda?” Marvin read the girl’s name off the business card, casting her a cold glance.The girl quickly nodded and bowed, smiling. “Yes, it’s me, in the flesh!”Still talking slick when she’s in such deep trouble? Was she raised in a den of rogues?Marvin frowned but didn’t engage her further. Instead, he tucked her business card into his pocket.The elevator reached their floor.“Get out. Walk ahead,” Marvin ordered, pushing the girl out of the elevator, treating her like a criminal being escorted.When they arrived at his apartment door, Marvin scanned his fingerprint to unlock it and gave her a push. She stumbled inside.He shut the door and locked it.She didn’t scream. Instead, she stood still, turning around with a pitiful look on her face. Submissively, she said, “Young Master, I don’t have the looks or the figure. Since you’ve made your
"Business?" Marvin snorted coldly and looked up at her.His once handsome features were now shadowed by a layer of sadness, making him appear somewhat grim and sinister.The girl, however, showed no fear. She met his gaze with a glint of slyness in her eyes.Pouring herself a glass of wine, she swirled the drink, her lips curling into a smirk as she glanced sideways at Marvin."Your beloved woman became your sister-in-law. I bet you’re not happy about that, are you, Young Master?"Marvin tightened his grip on the glass, his expression growing darker and more terrifying."Spit it out. I don’t have time for your nonsense," he said, his tone ice-cold.He was skilled at reading people. Whether they were celebrities or street thugs, he’d encountered all kinds.This woman, Linda, was no exception. The look on her face now clearly indicated she was holding a trump card.She smiled, a slyness that didn’t quite match her age.
After Mary returned to Elfhedge, she worked in domestic services, and one of her employers was Lisa. Upon learning that Lisa knew Kendrick, she hoped Lisa could help her get in touch with him.However, Lisa told her that Kendrick had already married a young lady.Emilia was kind-hearted and gentle, unwilling to disturb him further, but Mary felt her daughter had been wronged. So, through Lisa, she proactively sought out Kendrick, hoping he would take responsibility for Emilia.But Kendrick was indecisive, delaying over and over again. He continued to be affectionate with Annabelle while still maintaining a complicated relationship with Emilia.Later, Mary discovered that Lisa also had feelings for Kendrick and even became mentally unstable because of him.So, Kendrick was juggling three women at once!Mary was about to expose him when she accidentally bumped into Linda at the psychiatric hospital, which led to this conversation.After
What Gauge wanted to discuss with Kendrick was a strategic collaboration between their two companies.Since stepping into the family business, Gauge had discovered a series of issues.Although Lin Jewelry appeared to be thriving, its narrow focus on a single line of business had left it vulnerable to serious challenges.Therefore, Gauge was planning to expand the jewelry and watch business within the next five years into leather goods, fashion products, and the perfume industry.He also proposed merging the group's original real estate construction division with a subsidiary of Gregory's Group. Murphy's Group would retain only a small share—essentially, a disguised sale to Gregory's.But the reason they couldn’t call it a sale outright was because Murphy's Group had started out in the construction industry. Gauge’s father, Simon, still held an emotional attachment to that legacy and couldn’t let go entirely.After the merger of the construction branches, Gauge hoped to acquire Gregory
At first, Annabelle didn’t understand what he was up to. It wasn’t until they were back inside the house that she realized—Kendrick thought she looked a little too sexy wearing his oversized T-shirt, especially since it made it seem like she wasn’t wearing anything on the bottom. It sparked a lot of imaginative thoughts.Annabelle was both amused and exasperated. She lifted the hem of the T-shirt to show him: “I am wearing shorts! They’re just... a little short. But still totally decent!”But Mr. Gregory was persistent. In the end, Annabelle gave in and changed into her own clothes.Once they were both dressed, they returned to the courtyard.Annabelle noticed Gauge hadn’t touched the watermelon and asked why—after all, it was set aside just for him.Gauge pulled a ten-hole blues harmonica from his pocket and said, “If I eat now, I won’t be able to play.”She knew harmonica players had to keep their mouth clean before playing.Then, Gauge handed her his guitar. “Since we’re just hang
While Kendrick was cutting the watermelon, Annabelle couldn’t take her eyes off him.How strange—why did everything this man did seem so charming to her? Even slicing a watermelon looked handsome.It was as if her brain had automatically applied a beauty filter to him.Annabelle placed a hand over her chest, trying to calm her racing heart. But the more she tried, the faster it beat. The sweet words he had just whispered, every little expression and gesture of his, were now playing back in her mind like a movie…Kendrick held out the watermelon to her with a grin. “Little fangirl, stop staring. This handsome guy is your husband—100% confirmed.”Annabelle glared at him with a flushed face. “Narcissist!”Then she lowered her head, scooping out a bite of watermelon, determined to focus on eating.Just as she was about to take a bite, she noticed Kendrick had sat down.The other half of the watermelon was still sitting on the small stone platform by the well.“Aren’t you going to eat?”“Y
Annabelle smiled softly, her eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and affection. "Why do you always have to compare everything?" she asked, her voice gentle and teasing."I just want to know," he replied, his voice low and earnest. He reached out and tucked a strand of Anna's hair behind her ear, his touch light but intimate. "What it feels like for you to be with me."Annabelle fell into deep thought, her gaze drifting away as she considered his question. The room was quiet, filled only with the soft sounds of their breathing and the occasional rustle of the sheets beneath them. After a while, she still hadn't answered. Kendrick sighed, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Is it really that hard to answer?""Hmm... it’s hard to describe," Annabelle murmured thoughtfully, her fingers playing with the edge of the blanket. "Before, when I was with you, just seeing you would throw my heart into chaos. My pulse would race, and I could hardly catch my breath. But now…” She trailed off, h
Annabelle hadn’t slept so soundly in a long time.When she lazily opened her eyes and looked out the window, she realized it was already dark.Ever since arriving at her grandma’s house and staying in this quiet little fishing village—far away from her usual life—it felt like she had escaped to another world. Her entire being relaxed, with nothing left to worry about.Kendrick didn’t have to stress over the corporation anymore either.Their biggest daily dilemma had become: what should we eat for the next meal?If only life could always be this carefree...Annabelle slowly sat up. After sleeping for so long, her whole body felt soft and mushy. She got out of bed and wandered into the courtyard, where she saw Kendrick sitting at the small table, smoking.When he heard her, he turned around.“Awake?”Kendrick stubbed out his cigarette and patted his thigh.Annabelle walked over without hesitation or shyness and naturally sat on his lap, arms around his neck, resting softly against his s
Kendrick’s face darkened. “It’s better to date someone older. Look at Mr. Murphy—he’s too young, can’t even cook. How’s he supposed to take care of a girlfriend?”Annabelle raised her eyebrows and gave the sly old fox a glance. Flicking the water off her hands, she smiled and said, “But younger guys are energetic—and no generation gap!”Kendrick let out a sharp “hmph.” “You think there’s a generation gap between us?”“I didn’t say us,” Annabelle teased, eyes twinkling. “Why are you jumping to conclusions? Having a midlife crisis already, Uncle?”The little bunny was obviously up to no good with that mischievous grin.Kendrick glanced at the loquat tree in the courtyard, then squinted at the sunlight filtering through its leaves, trying hard to stay calm.After all, he was turning 31 after the New Year. Couldn’t let a little girl get under his skin, right?But midlife crisis? Really?He was in his prime. A young man!So this young Mr. Gregory looked into the reflection on the glass. He
So Annabelle thought to herself—was Mr. Gregory being a little too proactive?Kendrick asked lightly, “So, do you want to go swimming with him alone?”He deliberately emphasized the word “alone,” as if suggesting she had ulterior motives. Annabelle could only respond, “...I never said that!”“Then that’s that,” Kendrick said calmly, taking her hand and leading her into the house.After a short rest, the three of them began preparing lunch.Gauge was every bit the privileged young master—clearly someone who’d never cooked at home before. He practically didn’t know how to do anything.He was too rough when washing vegetables, to the point of mangling the leaves.Then they had him try chopping vegetables—but the young master, with his obsessive need for precision, insisted on cutting everything perfectly uniform, each slice as neat as the next. At the rate he was going, they’d probably be eating tomorrow’s lunch.Kendrick and Annabelle didn’t even bother expecting him to cook anything. T
Afterward, the three of them returned to Grandma’s house first.Gauge waited in the courtyard while Annabelle and Kendrick brought the things they bought at the market into the house. After grabbing the ingredients they needed for lunch, the three of them headed to Gauge’s place together.When they arrived in front of the white guesthouse, Kendrick couldn’t help but chuckle.That morning, he and Anna had passed by this very spot. He had been wondering at the time—the place had a fresh, elegant architectural style. But there was no signboard, so maybe it wasn’t a guesthouse after all. If it was just a private residence, then it probably belonged to someone with means.Sure enough, his guess wasn’t far off. What he didn’t expect was that this would turn out to be Gauge’s home.After stepping through the front gate, Annabelle couldn’t help but marvel.To build such a charming little courtyard on this sloped hill must’ve taken a lot of thought and care.“Come in, rest a bit. Have some wat
As Kendrick was lost in thought, Annabelle called out to him, “Let me help you carry a couple of those.”Just moments ago, Kendrick had taken all the shopping bags from her hands—he was carrying everything by himself now.Seeing his forehead glistening with sweat, Annabelle, who now had empty hands, felt both guilty and worried.Kendrick looked back at her, smiled, and said, “I could carry you on my back too, no problem.”“Stop messing around, give me two bags.”Seeing how serious she looked, eyebrows furrowed and all, he finally gave in and handed her two of the lightest ones.But as soon as she took them, Gauge casually took them from her without saying a word.Annabelle: “…”She felt like she’d just become the middleman in a hand-off.Kendrick glanced at Gauge. “Thanks, Mr. Murphy.”His tone and look were both laced with provocation.Even Annabelle thought he was kinda asking for a punch right then.Gauge snorted coldly, “Don’t thank me. It’s not like I’m helping you.”“Tsk, brat…”