Annabelle nodded. "Uncle Trey, be careful.""Don't worry," Uncle Trey replied calmly, stepping out of the car.Though Annabelle trusted his experience in handling emergencies, her heart remained tightly clenched. The men outside were young and numerous, while Uncle Trey was older and alone. If things turned violent, the odds were against him.As soon as Uncle Trey exited the vehicle, Annabelle quickly grabbed her phone to call Kendrick.But before she could dial, a pained cry echoed through the air. Startled, her hands trembled, nearly dropping the phone.She looked through the rearview mirror and saw Uncle Trey on one knee, clutching his leg. One of the thugs had struck him with an iron rod.Fear gripped her chest, but she forced herself to stay calm. Gritting her teeth, she completed the call.The line connected."Back already?" Kendrick's reassuring voice came through, but this time it did nothing to ease her panic.No matter how capable Kendrick was, he couldn't fly to her side in
Annabelle's mind raced as she quickly calculated her options. She needed to think fast and find a way out of this dangerous situation. She took a deep breath to steady herself and then spoke firmly, "If you hurt me today, you'll be in prison by tomorrow. And guess what? You'll end up just like your brother, with your balls smashed. Kendrick won't spare a single one of you. Is it really worth dragging so many people down just for revenge?"The buzz-cut man scoffed, his lips twitching as if he were suppressing something, then burst into laughter. His lackeys followed suit, cackling like a pack of unruly hyenas.She knew she had struck a nerve. The laughter was just a cover for his unease.They weren't oblivious to the danger of crossing someone like Kendrick. They had likely acted on impulse, blinded by their thirst for revenge. Annabelle could see the hesitation in their eyes, the uncertainty that came from knowing they were treading on dangerous ground.One thing Annabelle couldn't fig
Annabelle had been waiting for the perfect moment, and it finally arrived in the second half of the race. The car ahead of her, a powerful GT-R, mishandled a sharp curve. The driver, overconfident in his vehicle's speed, was forced to slam on the brakes to avoid careening off the mountain. Annabelle knew this curve intimately; she had driven it countless times and knew every nuance of the road.Timing her move perfectly, Annabelle slammed on the brakes, twisted the steering wheel sharply, and executed a flawless drift around the bend. Her car, a sturdy but unassuming sedan, handled the maneuver with surprising agility. As she completed the drift, she overtook the GT-R, leaving its driver in her dust.She exhaled in relief, patting the steering wheel as though thanking her trusty little sedan for holding up under such intense pressure. Such a drift was taxing on any car, especially one not designed for racing. Yet her car’s tires held firm, and it remained intact, a testament to its du
Annabelle glanced behind her. The dark valley below loomed like a bottomless abyss.With her decision to jump made, she took a deep breath, her heart growing unexpectedly calm.Life was fleeting, and though there were many things she wasn’t ready to let go of, she understood that every meeting would eventually end — whether by separation or death.She had tasted the bitterness and sweetness of life. And in the last few months, she had experienced warmth and joy with Kendrick — a happiness she never knew before.Thinking of that, she felt a strange sense of peace. If this was where it all ended, then she would simply part ways with him a little earlier than expected.But just as she braced herself to leap, her gaze caught a flicker of light far down the winding mountain road. Headlights.A car was coming.Could it be Kendrick?Hope rekindled in Annabelle’s heart. She couldn't give up. Not yet."Don't come any closer!" she warned the buzz-cut man. "If you do, I'll jump!"He burst into l
It was the young master!Annabelle felt a wave of surprise and joy. She struggled to open her eyes, catching a glimpse of his handsome profile.Yes, she was saved.And the one who saved her was the young master.Why was he here? Did he come specifically for her, or was it just a coincidence? Annabelle didn't know. All she knew was the overwhelming sense of relief that washed over her.The young master lowered his gaze slightly, looking at her. A faint smile played on his lips, a mix of pain and relief, as though he was grateful to have her back in his arms.But his next words sent a chill through her body."The one who injured Anna — cut off his hand.""Yes, Young Master," a subordinate responded coldly.It was the first time Annabelle realized that the young master wasn't just a gentle and elegant man. There was a terrifying side to him as well. He could be ruthless.The unfamiliarity of this side of him frightened her. But before she could dwell on it, the pain in her head pulled he
Ryan descended the stairs, but suddenly halted, turning to Dereon."I asked you to remove all the electronic clocks here. Did you handle it?""Yes, Young Master. All the clocks have been dealt with, and I replaced them with a tear-off calendar as per your instructions."Ryan nodded. "Good. You may leave now. Also, I’ll be arriving at the company a bit later tomorrow.""Understood."It wasn’t hard to guess why the young master would be late. He wanted to stay with Annabelle.Dereon's frustration grew. How could the young master afford to linger in personal affairs when he was still in the middle of a crisis?Unable to hold back, Dereon spoke up, "Young Master, aren’t you doing too much for Ms. Sanchez?"Ryan's gaze turned icy. "So, your injured finger has healed already?"Dereon stiffened, silenced instantly.He had willingly taken the blame for Seraphina and faced punishment, losing a finger. But it was all for the young master’s protection!"Ah Mang, I know you mean well," Ryan said
Hearing the name Ryan, Kendrick's brow furrowed, and his face darkened.If Ryan had taken Annabelle away, it meant she had been rescued. That was undoubtedly good news, yet it was also Kendrick’s greatest fear. Ryan would never easily let her go once he had her in his grasp.Kendrick couldn't shake the suspicion that this entire incident had been orchestrated by Ryan. Otherwise, how could he have appeared so conveniently and whisked Annabelle away?And then there were the peculiar circumstances surrounding Kendrick’s own journey. From the moment he received Anna’s distress call, he immediately set off with Jax and several bodyguards. Yet, on the way, they encountered a series of inexplicable obstacles—traffic accidents, road construction, and even a suspicious old man who threw himself in front of their car.Individually, these incidents might seem coincidental, but together, they painted a different picture. Kendrick could no longer dismiss the possibility that they were deliberate a
For now, it seemed that Anna had encountered those thugs seeking revenge, and Ryan had “rescued” her in the nick of time.What shocked Kendrick the most was learning that Uncle Trey actually recognized Ryan.He had never mentioned Ryan to Uncle Trey before. Even if Uncle Trey kept up with business news and knew that Ryan was the president of the the Whitney Group, the man had rarely made public appearances. There were almost no photos of him online.So how did Uncle Trey recognize him?"Uncle Trey, you know Ryan?" Kendrick asked, his brows furrowed.Uncle Trey explained that during Elder Darian’s banquet in Shadelake, Mr. Gregory was invited but couldn't attend due to poor health. He had planned for Kendrick to deliver a gift on his behalf. However, Kendrick had already left Elfhedge by then, so Uncle Trey personally delivered the New Year’s gift.After dropping it off, he had intended to leave quietly without disturbing Kendrick. But by chance, he had witnessed Mr.Duncan having a con
Seraphina understood exactly what Dereon meant—he was suggesting she sleep with the Young Master.But would sleeping with him really make him love her more?Seraphina knew very well: the reason the Young Master still had some affection for her was precisely because she knew her place and respected boundaries.She didn’t want to do anything that might make him hate her.Looking out the cabin window, Seraphina said calmly, “If the Young Master wanted me, of course I’d be willing… but I’m not going to take the initiative to do something so unnecessary.”“How is it unnecessary?!”Dereon slapped his thigh in frustration. Blood was still trickling down his forehead, running past his brow and onto his nose, making him look a little frightening. But his expression was that of a sleazy pimp, and Seraphina found it laughable.“You don’t have to convince me,” she said. “I have my own thoughts on this.”“Seraphina, you don’t understand men,” Dereon lowered his voice. “If you can hold on to the Yo
Ryan said, “That wasn’t the best opportunity just now.”“Why not?”Ryan rubbed his temples in exhaustion. “Can you use your brain before asking questions?”Seraphina quickly jumped in, “Dereon, didn’t you see that Gauge was also there?”“So what if Gauge was there?” Dereon retorted. “That kid clearly can’t fight.”Seraphina patiently explained.First, the Young Master didn’t hide his movements on this trip to South City. Running into Kendrick here was purely by chance.They weren’t prepared. Acting rashly could have led to failure.Even if they succeeded, since their movements weren’t concealed, it would be easy for the Gregory family to trace the incident back to them. And that old man from the Gregory family is no pushover.Second, Gauge was present. He’s friends with both Kendrick and Annabelle. There’s no way he’d stand by and do nothing.If Gauge got dragged into the mess, the Young Master would be making an enemy out of the Murphy family for no reason.The the Whitney Group is j
A private jet bound for Elfhedge took off smoothly from the South City airport.Inside the cabin, Annabelle was lying in a luxurious bedroom.Ryan stepped out of the room and said to Seraphina, who was standing outside the door, “She was poisoned by a type of floral toxin. It causes hallucinations and unconsciousness. She's fine now. Go get a clean set of clothes for her. I’ll help her change.”“It’s already prepared,” Seraphina’s gaze flickered slightly. She tightened her grip on the clothes in her hand and lowered her head. “Young Master, let me do it. This dress is a bit tricky to put on…”Ryan glanced at the dress in her hands, then looked deeply into her eyes. After a moment, he let out a bitter laugh. “Alright… if Anna knew I changed her clothes, she’d probably hate me even more.”Seraphina said nothing. Once Ryan stepped aside, she walked in with her head lowered.She carefully helped Annabelle out of her soiled clothes and put on the dress she had brought with her for the trip
Anna shook her head and smiled. “Nothing really. Let me do the cleaning—you’re definitely not as meticulous as I am. You go wait outside.”“No need…”“Go on, I’ll take care of it.”Annabelle was firm and took the duster from Gauge’s hand.But Gauge didn’t leave. How could he let a girl do the work while he waited outside enjoying the breeze?So the two of them cleaned together.While cleaning the room, Annabelle felt oddly emotional. Her mind was flooded with thoughts.Who was the woman who had once lived here? What kind of story did she have? What kind of mood had she been in when she left the village to live in solitude by the sea?As she wiped the mirror on the vanity, she could almost picture a woman sitting there, grooming herself in days long past.She must have been someone melancholic, yet strong-willed.A sudden wave of sadness welled up from deep within Annabelle’s heart.She couldn’t help but laugh at herself. Am I too empathetic? Why else would she feel so much for a compl
“Let’s go,” Gauge called out to her.Annabelle snapped out of her thoughts and walked toward the small wooden cabin.Gauge pointed to a patch of land behind the cabin and said that it used to be a small garden. There had once been a large tree with a wide canopy, and his father had installed a swing on one of its sturdy horizontal branches.Back then, his father often sat alone inside the cabin, sipping a couple of drinks.Meanwhile, Gauge would sit outside on the swing, watching the sea and listening to music.Looking at the now overgrown garden, Gauge showed a hint of melancholy.“Unfortunately, the big tree was cut down later, and since no one took care of the garden, it fell into disrepair. When my dad came here last year, he said he regretted not being able to maintain it.”Annabelle listened quietly. It seemed Murphy's father had deeply cared about whoever used to live here.Gauge had said before that he wasn’t sure if the person was a man or a woman—he just guessed it was a wom
Annabelle transformed visibly from a sweet little bunny into a puffed-up pufferfish, cheeks bulging with frustration.She got up to leave, but Kendrick pulled her back into his arms. He poked her puffed cheeks and chuckled,"You're really that scared someone’s going to steal me away?""If you could be stolen that easily, then you’re not worth liking."Annabelle wasn’t insecure to the point where a single text message from Kendrick would make her suspicious.But it was late, and the sudden calls and texts clearly meant something was going on.Still… she had to admit, she was just a tiny bit jealous."You jealous of Jaime too? I was on the phone with him," Kendrick laughed as he handed over his phone so she could see the call log.Annabelle glanced at it—sure enough, the call happened while she was playing the guitar. The corners of her lips twitched upward, but she still insisted stubbornly,"I said I was just casually asking."Kendrick then pulled up their group chat—the one with Jaim
Kendrick’s kiss was too passionate—so passionate it was suffocating, instantly awakening every cell in Annabelle’s body.His kiss was also too forceful—so forceful that Annabelle forgot to resist, and didn't want to resist.Because when Kendrick desired her so intensely, she too was equally, fiercely craving him.It suddenly dawned on her—she truly, deeply liked this man above her. She liked his scent, liked his voice, even liked the beads of sweat trickling down his spine.When did she fall this hard?Maybe it started back when they were ambushed and narrowly escaped death… when they lived in the hospital together… when she risked falling just to climb over the balcony and see him.When she brought herself to his bed, faced her feelings for the first time, and accepted him both emotionally and physically—she had already fallen.As for her heart… it had been open to him long before that.Maybe it started with his first kiss. From that moment, her heart had already begun to waver—she j
After his cold shower, Kendrick returned to the room and climbed into bed, but he still felt a bit restless.He gazed at the little woman for a while. She looked exhausted.Not wanting to wake her, he gently pulled her nightdress down and tucked the blanket securely around her.Then he turned around, facing away from her, closed his eyes, and tried to sleep.But in the twenty-something-degree room, Annabelle, now wrapped like a little cocoon, soon got uncomfortable and kicked the blanket off again.Not only that—she rolled over and draped her arm around Kendrick’s waist, hugging him from behind.Maybe because Kendrick’s body was still slightly cool from the cold shower, Annabelle loved the chilly "big body pillow" and even pressed her warm little face against his back.While tightly hugging her “old fox,” she continued her dream, still playing chess with the god of dreams.Kendrick let out a long sigh and gently held the hand around his waist, playfully tickling her palm.She didn’t w
Kendrick chuckled helplessly. “She really doesn’t use her phone much, so there’s no need to worry about her finding out on her own.”He’d seen Anna’s phone interface before—it was mostly filled with practical apps like dictionaries and period trackers. The usual social media apps? She had tucked them all away in a folder labeled "Rarely Used."Thinking of his quirky little wife, Kendrick’s mood lightened significantly.Of course, he knew that in this internet era, Anna might eventually come across the gossip herself. That’s why he hoped, by the time she did, he would have already taken care of everything.Then, when she found out, she’d know exactly where the "arrow" came from—and see clearly what became of the person who fired it.That way, she wouldn’t feel too anxious or wronged. At most, she’d just complain about how shameless the rumor-spreader was.It was the best way Kendrick could think of to minimize the harm.“Alright. I promise,” Gauge said solemnly.“Then that’s all,” Kend