Julissa froze for a moment before turning to face him. "What is it?"Scott looked at her with a complicated expression. After two seconds of hesitation, he said, "Forget it. I’ll tell you after we’re married.""Why not before the wedding?"His face darkened slightly. "I just can’t.""Why not?"A little warning bell started going off in Julissa’s mind.She had just dodged one landmine, and now another one was popping up?!Scott took a deep breath. "Just trust me. I can’t tell you now, so don’t ask."Julissa narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing him. "Did you do something behind my back? Something so bad that you’re afraid I won’t marry you if I find out?"Otherwise, why wait until after marriage to spill the truth?Scott pressed his lips together, silent.Julissa immediately sat up, frowning. "Wait… Do you have an illegitimate child?!"Scott: "???"Where did that come from?!What kind of absurd train of thought was this?!"How did we get to illegitimate children?" he asked, completely baffle
Julissa felt like her feelings for Scott perfectly fit the saying: attracted by looks, captivated by talent, and loyal to character.At first, it was his appearance that caught her eye. Then, after working with him and witnessing his work ethic, admiration followed.Now, after hearing about how he had selflessly helped Yvette with her divorce case, stood by her side through her struggles with depression, and continued to care for her after returning to the country—it all spoke volumes about his character.This wasn’t some unresolved attachment to an ex.Scott was simply a man of loyalty and integrity, even toward those who had hurt him.And looking back, he had only ever treated Yvette with basic courtesy—never crossing any inappropriate lines. It was Yvette who had misinterpreted his kindness, not him who had given her any reason to.After sorting through all this, the impulsive Julissa finally had complete clarity.She looked at her boyfriend, now finding him even more pleasing to t
Scott hung up the phone, looking slightly irritated.Julissa pushed the coffee toward him. “Mr. Nichols, have some coffee.”Scott raised an eyebrow at her, took a sip, and commented, “Not bad, you’ve improved.”“I think so too~” Julissa responded smugly, then cautiously asked, “Is a friend coming to Elfhedge? You don’t look too thrilled about it.”Scott paused for a moment before replying indifferently, “No, it’s my mom.”Julissa blinked. “Oh.”She had never met Scott’s mother before. All she knew was that after his parents divorced, his mother moved abroad to work in fashion design, while his father, regretting prioritizing work over family, handed the company over to his eldest son, Scott, and embarked on a long journey to win his wife back.In Julissa’s mind, Scott’s mother must be a strong, capable woman.And now, realizing that she might actually marry Scott in the future and that her future mother-in-law was a formidable figure, she suddenly felt nervous. A little intimidated, e
Julissa stood frozen for a long moment after hearing those words. Then her face slowly flushed with heat… which soon turned cold—an icy chill creeping into her hands and feet. She wasn't a “proper” untouched girl anymore. That night when she got drunk… her first time had been with that stranger. It was a scar she carried deep in her heart, a wound that brought waves of regret every time she thought about it. She had always wanted to give that beautiful first time to the person she loved most. But what was done couldn’t be undone. Now, it was just a lingering regret. Still… regret shouldn’t mean shame. It shouldn’t be something that defined her worth. Then why… why did Scott have to point it out like that? Did he say he didn’t mind just to sound noble, when deep down, he did care? Even if it was only a joke, she didn’t want her scar—her pain—so casually exposed like that. She began to struggle in his arms. But Scott held her even tighter. Her face reddened again, this time
Julissa sat on Scott’s lap, waiting for his response. But he didn’t say a word—just stared at her with that look in his eyes, the kind that made her feel like he might pounce on her at any second. She started to panic a little. Wait… could it be that, the more he thought about her having been with another man, the more it triggered some weird possessive desire to conquer her? Otherwise, why keep bringing it up? Wouldn’t it just hurt his own feelings? Julissa had heard of a certain kind of guy—someone who actually liked hearing his woman describe being intimate with someone else. Like it satisfied some voyeuristic fantasy. No way. Scott couldn't possibly be into something that twisted, right? Her earlier anger began to fade, replaced by a sliver of sympathy. “Mr. Nichols,” she said softly, “I’m really sorry… I honestly don’t remember what happened that night. So I can’t share it with you, okay…” Scott’s face darkened. He reached out and pinched her cheek. “What is going on in
After quickly skimming through the report, Scott picked up his pen and signed his name with practiced ease. He then slid the document back toward Jenny.But Jenny didn’t leave. Her eyes flickered with hesitation—like she had more to say.“Anything else?” Scott asked.Jenny glanced at Julissa with a look of apology.“Miss Hickman, I’d like to speak with Mr. Nichols in private. Could you give us a moment?”Julissa’s brows knit slightly.Under normal circumstances, she should step out. But this woman clearly had ulterior motives toward Scott—Julissa wasn’t about to just hand her that opportunity.While she hesitated, Scott spoke first.“If it’s work-related, there’s no issue with my assistant staying. If it’s personal, we’re on the clock—I don’t have time for casual chatting.”Julissa: “…”Damn. He really didn’t care about saving face.Jenny’s eyes suddenly turned red, her expression pitiful and aggrieved.“…All right,” she murmured, choking up a little. Then she took a deep breath and s
Jenny paused at the door, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “Mr. Nichols…”Scott glanced at Julissa, then looked back at Jenny and said calmly,“Right now, I’m speaking to you not as your boss, but as Julissa’s boyfriend. She is my girlfriend—and will be my future wife.If I ever hear you slandering her again, I can guarantee you won’t be able to survive in this city.”What kind of emotions Jenny left with, Julissa had no idea.All she knew was that one sentence—“my future wife”—sent a ripple of happiness through her heart.In truth, there was no need to explain their relationship to an irrelevant employee who was being dismissed.But Scott’s decision to do so—that “pettiness”—made Julissa feel deeply protected, and her heart felt warm and fuzzy.Then, like the silly little thing she was, Julissa blurted,“Wait… how did you know she was saying bad things about me?”Scott explained: someone had sent an anonymous email to the Assistant Director, exposing Jenny’s rumors.Since it involved J
Julissa rested her cheek on one hand, and with the other, typed on her phone:“Because I’m afraid you’ll eat me up.”Before sending it, she quickly deleted it.Scott had asked her seriously, so she felt she should answer seriously too.After a moment of thought, Julissa replied:“You’re richer than me, you own more properties than me—but that’s all yours. Since I’m capable too, I don’t want to keep relying on your help or taking advantage of you. That’s why I need to move out.”Scott replied:“But I’ve taken advantage of you too.”Julissa’s face instantly flushed with heat.How could he make her blush through the phone screen?She could practically see that teasing, lazy look in his eyes.She gave her cheeks a light slap to shake it off and replied more earnestly:“Mr. Nichols, I have to move out—not just to balance our relationship, but to put my parents at ease.”If her parents ever found out she was staying in Scott’s apartment for free, they’d freak out.They’d definitely think 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…”