Julissa thought to herself: living in a big house, catching a ride to and from work with the CEO—how could that not be great?But if her parents found out…She shuddered.“No way! If my parents knew we were living together, my dad would break my legs.”“He wouldn’t bear to.”“He totally would! He’s serious!”Thinking back to her childhood, when her dad would tap her with a small stick whenever she misbehaved, Julissa still trembled.Even though she was a girl, her parents had never gone easy on her when it came to discipline.Scott was silent for a moment before saying, “Then move into my apartment. It’s not far from here, and the subway commute to work is very convenient for you.”Julissa considered it seriously.She was only staying at her parents' house as a temporary measure until she found a suitable place to rent. She had no intention of living under their watchful eyes forever.If Scott had an apartment near the office, it would be perfect—away from her parents' nagging, plus s
Julissa stole a glance at Scott.He looked perfectly composed, serious as ever.Sensing her gaze, he lowered his head and whispered into her ear, his voice gentle, “Don’t be afraid. I’ll give you time to think. I won’t force you until you completely trust me.”Warmth spread through Julissa’s heart. But the moment his deep, magnetic voice reached her ears, her entire body felt weak.She seriously suspected that while he claimed to wait for her consent, he was subtly seducing her at the same time.—At the apartment door, Scott scanned his fingerprint to unlock it.“I’ll add your fingerprint later. Come in first.”“Oh.”Julissa stepped inside as Scott placed her luggage down and took her hand, leading her on a tour.He called it a "small apartment," but in reality, it was a spacious three-bedroom unit.One of the rooms was a gym—so big that she could easily use it as her dance studio.Such a nice place sitting empty? Compared to her own miserable situation of being kicked out by her lan
Scott naturally pulled Julissa into his arms, letting her rest her head on his lap.With his fingers as a comb, he gently ran them through her hair, stroking her like a small cat.Lying there, Julissa suddenly felt like she was truly, literally holding onto the CEO’s thigh.She was just basking in her happiness when Scott’s phone rang.He answered immediately.Julissa figured it wasn’t a work call—he would never talk about work while watching a movie.Still, she lowered the volume slightly.A woman’s voice came through the speaker."Scott, are you still at work?"It was that Yvette!Julissa’s imaginary fox ears perked up as she secretly listened in.Scott replied, "I’m off work. I’m with Julissa. You and Julian can have dinner without me.""Are you coming back tonight?" Yvette paused. "I was thinking of preparing your breakfast for tomorrow.""No need. I’m not coming back tonight.""What about tomorrow night?""Not sure yet. Probably not.""Oh… okay, then I won’t bother you."The call
However, Scott didn’t continue teasing her.That night, after finishing the movie, the two of them stayed in the apartment—but in separate rooms. Nothing happened.The next morning, Julissa and Mr. Nichols went to work together. She had slept well the previous night and was feeling fully refreshed.After parking the car in the underground garage, she cheerfully followed behind Scott to the elevator area.Standing by the employee elevator, Julissa was a bit puzzled.The adjacent elevator was a private one that led directly to the CEO’s office. Normally, only the CEO, vice presidents, and executive assistants used it.It was peak office hours, and the employee elevators were in heavy use. She couldn’t understand why Scott was choosing to take this one.The elevator soon arrived. Without questioning further, Julissa followed him inside.Rushing in after them were three other employees—two women and one man, all from the Nichols Group. The two women were from the marketing department, whi
Julissa lowered her gaze to the hand holding hers, then looked up along the arm to Mr. Nichols’s face, her eyes silently questioning him: Mr. Nichols, are you sure about this?Wasn’t this basically making their relationship public?Scott didn’t look at her. He simply used his index finger to lightly scratch her palm—casual, teasing.Through the mirrored elevator walls, Julissa discreetly observed the reactions of the other people inside.Some stared at the ceiling, some looked at the floor, but all had faintly amused smiles. Clearly, they were internally gossiping about her and Mr. Nichols.The new female employee, however, pressed her lips tightly together, her face pale—clearly shaken.Tyler, on the other hand, looked at her with an expression of pure shock, even resentment.As if she were some vain, opportunistic woman who used her looks to climb the corporate ladder.Julissa sighed internally and lowered her gaze.She figured quite a few people would think that way.But still… she
After Scott hung up the phone, Julissa asked, “Did something happen?”She had heard him mention a hospital room number and noticed his grim expression. Her first thought was that a friend or family member had been hospitalized.“Yvette suddenly collapsed and is in the hospital. I’m going to check on her,” Scott said while putting on his suit jacket.Julissa quickly asked, “How is she now?”“They’ve already stabilized her. It shouldn’t be too serious.” He glanced at the time. “There’s still an hour left before you’re off work. Keep working for now. After you finish, head home first. I’ll go to the hospital, and if everything is fine, I’ll come to the apartment to see you.”Julissa initially wanted to ask if she should go with him, but hearing how he put it, she swallowed her words.After all, she wasn’t close to Yvette—they had only met a day ago.But Scott and Yvette were longtime friends. In this dynamic, Julissa was the outsider. If Mr. Nichols didn’t want her to be too involved, th
Julissa wanted to push the door open and ask these people—do they even have eyes? Where exactly did she look “not good enough”? She wanted to tell these foul-mouthed gossips that she never asked Mr. Nichols for an apartment—she was just staying there temporarily. She never asked Scott to buy her gifts. And more importantly, she had never even slept with him! Her hand was already on the doorknob, ready to push it open. But in the end, she let go. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to stay calm. “If you waste time arguing with these kinds of people, you’re only dragging yourself down to their level.” That was something Scott had told her before. For those who slander you, the best way to shut them up isn’t by arguing—it’s by proving them wrong through your own strength. After all, you can’t silence every rumor just by trying to stop them. Silently, she left the company. This wasn’t her usual way of handling things. But ever since she started being with Scott, she found h
Rewind to three hours earlier.It was 9 PM.After finishing her training, Anna left the dance studio and headed to the parking lot. Just as she was about to get into her car, a sudden cramp seized her calf muscles.She leaned against the car door, sucking in a sharp breath from the pain.A tall figure appeared in front of her.Anna looked up and was surprised to see him.“Young Master… why are you… here?”Because of the pain, Annabelle’s words came out in fragments.He didn’t answer her.Instead, he walked up to her, crouched down, and gently placed his hand on her left knee.“This leg?”Annabelle gritted her teeth and nodded. “Muscle… cramp… It’ll be fine… in a moment.”“Hold onto my shoulder and stand properly.”She hesitated, then placed her hand on the car door instead of his shoulder.He didn’t say anything about it. He simply held her ankle with one hand and pressed against her knee with the other, adjusting her leg the same way Kendrick had done before.Soon, the pain faded awa
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…”