When Scott walked to the edge of the balcony and looked toward the dance floor, he saw her dancing gracefully in a white spaghetti-strap dress with a man. Her movements were elegant and beautiful, like a white swan gliding into the banquet hall. They danced with poise and beauty, a perfect match in appearance, and had already become the center of attention.Scott narrowed his eyes.What was the relationship between that man and her?Why were they so in sync?And the way she looked at him—her focus and the radiance in her eyes—Scott had never seen anything like it before. It was as if, in that moment, there were only the two of them in the entire banquet hall.A sour, bitter feeling surged from the depths of his heart.He left the balcony and turned to his friend. "Excuse me for a moment, we’ll catch up later."Scott left the second floor and returned to the first-floor banquet hall with a cold, gloomy aura.At that moment, Annabelle and Kendrick were also on the first floor. They had
As the second dance ended, Lucas supported Julissa’s waist and finished the dance with a graceful and smooth backward bend.The onlookers praised them, and some even clapped.However, through her inverted perspective, Julissa spotted a dark, somber face in the crowd.It was Scott, standing on the sidelines, watching her with an unreadable, gloomy expression.Julissa had no idea how long he had been watching, but a cold sweat broke out on her back. She felt like a schoolgirl caught skipping class by the teacher. Hastily, she straightened up and said to Lucas, “I should go.”Lucas, however, grabbed her wrist and pulled her back in front of him, handing her his phone. “Save your new number.”During the dance, the two of them had been so focused, almost competing in their dancing, with barely any small talk.Lucas wanted to catch up and hear about her recent life.Julissa hurriedly shared her contact details, saying, “I really need to go. If I don’t, my boss will say something.”Lucas loo
Making a young girl drink on his behalf—how shameless! Julissa lamented inwardly.Could it be because she had abandoned him earlier to dance with someone else, leaving him standing alone? Now, was CEO Nichols abusing his power to make her suffer?She had just complimented him on his noble character and the idea that he was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, but now Julissa was retracting all her positive comments about Scott. He was extremely petty, vengeful, and cunning.She silently complained but dared not say anything, since after all, he was her boss."Assistant Hickman, do you have a problem?"Julissa shook her head. "No.""Good."Julissa followed Scott through the crowd, and soon, someone came over to offer a toast to him.Scott shamelessly handed the glass to Julissa."I can't drink recently; she’ll drink on my behalf," he boldly told his friend.In the business world, people often became excited at the prospect of making women drink. The man praised Julissa’s good dr
Julissa raised a glass of champagne and said, "Mr. Howard, this is for you."She tilted her head back and drank the first glass in one go.Mr. Howard laughed heartily. "Miss Hickman is truly generous! I like this kind of girl!"Julissa dabbed at the wine on her lips and glanced carefully at the icy boss beside her.Just in time, she made eye contact with Scott, and she couldn’t help but shudder.Why did his gaze seem even more terrifying now?Could it be that he was worried she wouldn’t be able to handle three glasses?Though she was starting to feel a little dizzy, she could hold her liquor. A few more glasses wouldn’t take her down.Mr. Howard had already handed her the second glass, his smile wide as he said, "Miss Hickman, please."Julissa took a deep breath, accepted the glass, and was about to drink when Scott stopped her by gripping her wrist."Don’t force yourself if you can’t handle it.""I’m fine, CEO Nichols," Julissa reassured him in her mind. Since this was an important b
"Then think it over again." Scott's voice was cold.Mr.Howard frowned, unwillingly glancing at Julissa before leaning in toward Scott. "Mr. Nichols, she's just a small assistant. Is this really necessary? We're talking about a billion-dollar project."Julissa overheard Mr.Howard's words, but once she had alcohol in her system, her brain stopped working properly. The cryptic conversation went over her head, and she couldn't figure it out immediately.She only sensed that Scott was angry."I don’t do business by trading women. Mr.Howard, you must have misunderstood. My apologies."Mr.Howard froze for a moment before laughing heartily. He clasped his hands together in a gesture of apology. "That was my mistake. Let's discuss the contract another time."Julissa stared blankly at Mr.Howard as he walked away, puzzled. "Mr. Nichols, why didn’t you let me sign the contract? It was so close to being finalized."Scott’s face remained dark. "He wanted to take you upstairs to take advantage of yo
Julissa was already drunk, her mind foggy, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Ariana and Cael were up to something sneaky.Are they planning something against Anna?She knocked on her hazy head, trying to stay clear-headed.She stood up, intending to head over to Annabelle.Even if she didn’t know what she could do, at least being by Anna’s side would be better than nothing.But as soon as she got up, the world spun, and her legs felt like they were stepping on cotton. She couldn’t even stand properly.Scott caught her. "Where are you going?"Julissa raised her hand and pointed in Annabelle’s direction.Scott followed her finger, which was aimed toward the banquet hall's exit. Thinking she wanted to leave, he simply said, "Alright," and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her straight out of the hall through the side door.The pressure against her stomach from being carried made Julissa feel sick. She clutched Scott’s shirt tightly, burying her head in his chest, desperately hol
Julissa didn’t quite catch the implication of that "again."She thought Scott had simply seen through the crush she once had on him.But more importantly—how could he say such flirtatious things so casually, without even blinking?!"Mr. Nichols, don’t you feel embarrassed saying things like that?"He smirked lightly, amusement flashing in his eyes. "If you’re not embarrassed, why should I be?"Julissa tilted her head, grinning mischievously as she leaned in closer. "So… does that mean I can flirt with you however I want?"Scott flicked her forehead, shaking his head helplessly. "Julissa, I really should record you right now."Just then, the car arrived. Scott helped her inside, and they both sat in the back seat.The driver asked, "Mr. Nichols, to the office or…?"Scott originally planned to return to the office, but after glancing at Julissa—who had instantly fallen asleep the moment she leaned against the window—he sighed."Take us home."He was the one who got her drunk, so he had
After finishing in the bathroom, Julissa wobbled over to the pristine sink.Through the mirror, she took in her surroundings again—still the same high-end black, white, and gray aesthetic.The faucet, free of even a single water stain, gleamed with a cold metallic sheen. The marble countertop, with its rippling stone patterns, looked just as chilly.Julissa couldn't help but complain, "The designer of this hotel must be emotionally detached."Then, her eyes landed on a white ceramic tray on the counter. Several white and brown bottles sat neatly arranged on it.Probably just some basic skincare products, she guessed.Curious, she picked one up and squinted at the label—a jumble of blurry letters, not a single recognizable word.Looks expensive…She made a mental note to try them out when she took a bath later.Right now, though, she was too lazy even to wash her hands. She just wanted to sleep.She set the bottle back down, but her drunken clumsiness betrayed her—she knocked over the
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…”