Annabelle sat in the corridor, repeatedly asking herself—there were so many bad people in this world, so why did it have to be Julissa? She was such a simple, kind girl. She had never harmed anyone. Maybe it was her own fate that was cursed. Otherwise, why did tragedy always befall those who got close to her? Kendrick kissed away her tears. His lips were cold yet soft, like a gentle breeze brushing against her face. He whispered countless words of comfort, calling her “baby,” his eyes filled with worry. It was as if he were trying to wake someone from the dead. Annabelle wanted to take his hand, wanted to pull herself out of the swamp of guilt and self-blame, but it was like being trapped in a dead-end alley. Unless Julissa was out of danger, she couldn’t find her way out. She didn’t know how much time had passed—every minute felt like a year. Then, Uncle Hickman and Auntie Hickman arrived. Annabelle saw Auntie Hickman sobbing into Uncle Hickman’s shoulder. She didn’t dare loo
"You’re awake?" Kendrick’s voice came from beside her. Annabelle turned to look—he was sitting at her bedside, watching her with worry."Julissa…""She’s fine. They managed to save her.""Are you lying to me?"Annabelle clearly remembered—the doctor had shaken his head.Kendrick gently cupped her face, smiling. "If you weren’t still hooked up to an IV, I’d carry you over to see her right now.""Julissa is really okay?" Annabelle was so overwhelmed that she tried to sit up, but Kendrick pressed her back down."When have I ever lied to you? She lost a lot of blood and underwent surgery, so she’s still unconscious and needs to be observed for another two days."To Annabelle, this news was like a drowning person gasping for their first breath of air."I want to see her."She tried to get up again, but Kendrick gently held her down."She’s in the ICU. You won’t be able to go in. Just rest for now, and once you’ve finished your IV, I’ll take you there."Hearing him say this, Annabelle final
The two of them arrived at the basement. As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, Jax was already there waiting."Madam." Jax didn't ask too many questions, but his concern was evident."I'm fine," Annabelle assured him.Jax nodded.Kendrick turned to his furious little wife and told her that Ada and the man were locked in separate rooms. He asked her which one she wanted to deal with first.Annabelle hesitated for a moment. "I'll see Ada first."Seeing the murderous aura around her, Jax started to wonder—if Madam really took care of Ada and that criminal, how was he supposed to clean up the mess afterward?Under Jax’s guidance, Annabelle arrived at Ada's room."Do you need me to go in with you?" Kendrick asked."No.""Do you want a knife?" he asked again.Annabelle frowned at him. "Not necessary."With that, she stepped into the room.Kendrick and Jax stood outside. Jax glanced in, a bit worried.Kendrick casually lit a cigarette. Soon, a loud slap rang out.Then, Annabelle’s voi
Jax led them to the door where the attacker was being held. As he opened it, he turned to Kendrick. “Boss, let me handle it instead. No need to dirty your hands.”“No need.”Kendrick had to personally deal with the bastard who had dared to hurt his woman. Nothing else would satisfy his rage.Just as he was about to step inside, Annabelle called out, “Wait a moment.”“What is it?”“Don’t kill him.” As his wife, she gently reminded him.No matter how despicable that man was, if he died, it would truly stain Kendrick’s hands. She didn’t want him to become a butcher drenched in blood for her sake.Kendrick nodded. “Understood.”He opened the door, stepped in, and shut it behind him. Through the small glass window, Annabelle peeked inside. The room seemed to be a storage room, with filing cabinets lining both sides. The man sat on the floor, hands and feet tied.Kendrick entered, took out a knife, and sliced through the ropes binding him. Then, he tossed the knife aside.Annabelle frowned,
Annabelle walked up to the observation window outside the ICU. Through the glass, she saw Liam sitting beside Julissa’s bed, dressed in a sterile gown.He held Julissa’s hands in his, pressing them against his forehead.He looked extremely worried, as if silently praying for her recovery.Annabelle sighed. She knew that although Liam and Julissa had broken up, his feelings for her hadn’t changed.In the past, he had always treated Julissa like a little sister, pampering her—not out of romantic love, but out of familial affection. After their breakup, this sentiment didn’t disappear. Instead, it carried a layer of guilt for not reciprocating her feelings.That was why, even after breaking up, Liam had never stopped keeping an eye on Julissa’s life.He no longer pretended to be her boyfriend, but he truly cared for her like a brother.With something so serious happening to Julissa, there was no way Liam wouldn’t come.But whether Julissa would appreciate his presence was another matter.
Annabelle added, “Auntie, there’s no need to be so polite. If you need anything, just let us know.”Mrs. Hickman smiled sheepishly and said, “Well, actually… I just wanted to ask, Mr. Gregory, do you happen to know any outstanding young men like yourself? Maybe you could introduce one to our Julissa?”Annabelle, who had been feeling rather heavy-hearted, instantly brightened up at those words. She almost burst out laughing.Mr. Gregory was quite the catch, it seemed—he had won Mrs. Hickman’s approval in no time.Even though Mrs. Hickman wasn’t her biological mother, and they had only met twice, for some reason, Annabelle felt an inexplicable warmth toward her, as if she were family.So when Mrs. Hickman praised Kendrick, Annabelle couldn’t help but feel proud.She even wanted to tell Mrs. Hickman that there happened to be a wonderful man, Mr. Nichols, who was already pursuing Julissa!But since Julissa hadn’t accepted Scott yet, she decided to keep quiet for now.Kendrick’s expression
Mrs. Hickman suddenly asked, “Oh, where’s the chicken soup? You didn’t forget, did you?” “Of course not! You’ve reminded me at least a hundred times—I wouldn’t dare forget,” Mr. Hickman replied, pulling out a food container and handing it over. Mrs. Hickman then passed the insulated container to Anna. “Your Uncle Hickman made this fresh this morning. You and Mr. Gregory worked hard yesterday, so you need something nutritious.” Annabelle felt a bit embarrassed to accept it, but Mrs. Hickman was very insistent. Mr. Hickman also reassured her, saying they had made an extra portion. There was enough for both of them, and if Julissa woke up in the evening and the doctor allowed her to eat, there would still be a portion left for her. Since it was a heartfelt gesture from the elders, Annabelle no longer refused and accepted it gratefully, thanking them sincerely. Kendrick then took the insulated container from her, carrying it himself. Anna decided to head back. She told Mr. and Mrs.
Jaime was completely at a loss for words. He didn’t dare outright refuse—after all, Miss Hickman was Madam’s friend. She was beautiful, sharp, and had even been a ballet dancer before. Talented and accomplished—what reason did he have to refuse? But he also didn’t dare agree. If he nodded, Mr. Nichols would surely have his head. At this moment, Annabelle finally understood what Kendrick was getting at. Yeah, why wasn’t Scott here yet? Was he really too tied up with work? After that, Jaime helped Annabelle with the discharge procedures, and she and Kendrick returned to the hospital room to pack up. During this time, Kendrick made a call to Scott and put it on speaker, so Anna could eavesdrop on some gossip. “Where are you?” Kendrick’s tone wasn’t exactly friendly. Annabelle pinched him, reminding him to mind his attitude. Kendrick held her hand, signaling her to stay put and not interrupt. “Tokyo.” Scott’s voice was cold as ever. “How’s Julissa?” “She’s still unconscious. Th
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…”