"This is good. Don't eat cold food, have it while it's hot. I'll eat your ice cream for you. Have the soup instead."Recently, Freesia introduced new dishes to their lineup, and Faye hadn't had the opportunity to taste them yet. Hence, when Anastasia suggested coming here, Faye didn't refuse. After sitting down, Cedric poured water into Faye's cup, handed her cutleries, and even picked dishes for her as if there were no one else in the room—completely disregarding Anastasia who sat across the table. As for Lincoln, he was completely ignored as well. The sight of Cedric serving Faye like she was a queen was so majestic that he couldn't help but stare in admiration. Cedric, who was usually distant, exuded a cold air and unparalleled dominance most of the time. Yet he became a mere doting husband when in the presence of Faye.Lincoln had always wondered if Faye and Cedric would get into lots of fights since both of them had strong personalities.In this moment, he came to the rea
Faye took a sip of her water and glanced at Cedric before wordlessly shifting her attention toward Anastasia. She decided that she would just observe the drama in silence. It wasn't that she lacked curiosity about Cynthia. However, she was still in the process of understanding how romantic relationships worked.She still struggled to navigate her relationship with Cedric.That said, she understood that relationships required trust, so when she received the photos and learned about Cynthia, she didn't doubt Cedric for a second. Faye had a pure and honest view of relationships, and she assumed Cedric did as well. They enjoyed each other's company, so Faye didn't see the point in explicitly defining their relationship. After all, that seemed unnecessary when they were already married. In the past, she pursued Anthon because she'd been moved by his actions—she didn't know what love was. For Faye, the notion of mutual care and understanding was challenging, considering her exp
Knowing that Faye disliked the smell of smoke, Cedric rarely smoked in front of her—but this time, he couldn't resist.It seemed that those around Cedric assumed there was something more between him and Cynthia simply because he never refuted or publicly clarified his relationship with Cynthia. Initially, Frederic intended to match them because Cynthia saved Cedric's life. Although the Libra family couldn't compare to the Shaw family, they were still a reputable family in Jeorgia. If Cedric and Cynthia were together, it would be seen as an ideal match.However, Cedric refused for one simple reason: Cynthia was still young, and marrying someone who had saved you—in the absence of love—wouldn't be settling a debt but rather taking advantage of a situation.Even if Cynthia was willing to marry him, Cedric didn't want to get married at that moment. If he were to marry, it should be based on a certain extent of mutual understanding.Cedric was insistent, and Frederic didn't continue
When she heard the sound of water running from the restroom, Anatasia gnawed at her lip in frustration. She stood outside with her ear pressed against the door, trying to eavesdrop.She knew that Cedric had turned on the tap on purpose so that others couldn't hear their conversation. She was certain that Cedric was explaining his past relationship with Cynthia to Faye. However, she was curious as to how he would phrase it. Would he say that he only considered Cynthia as his sister? Since Cynthia had already passed away, Cedric could say anything he wanted. However, since Cedric used to care a lot about Cynthia, it seemed unlikely that he would insult the memories of her for Faye's sake. How exactly did he feel about Cynthia? As she was deep in thought, Lincoln stood and went outside to answer a call. Her expression shifted, knowing that this was her chance. Not bothering to eavesdrop any longer, she got up and sent the waiter away before discreetly making her way towar
Perhaps luck was on Cedric's side as his phone rang just as he started fumbling with his words. He struggled to answer and was deciding how to explain this part of the story to Faye. The nature of his actions in the team was classified, a rule that applied to everyone, including the youngest member who had passed away. Their identities were concealed behind code names, with no knowledge of each other's past lives before joining the team.Most importantly, the individual who had passed away was a young man. If Cedric were to express his sorrow to Faye, he feared she might misconstrue it as an interest in men. Even if he chose to tell her about it, the details surrounding the comrade's identity remained off-limits.The call was from Mason. When Cedric didn't answer, he called again. Having worked for Cedric for years, Mason knew what situation warranted calling multiple times. If he was calling Cedric repeatedly, it had to be about something urgent."You should probably an
In truth, Anatasia didn't have much to ask. She only insisted on keeping Faye here to make her drink that glass of water and use the utensils she had contaminated earlier. As long as Faye ingested the drug, it would take effect in ten minutes. Anatasia only needed to keep Faye here for ten minutes before proceeding to the next step in her seemingly perfect plan.As for Cedric, she hadn't planned to invite him today in the first place, so his leaving was within Anastasia's expectations. Moreover, the timing of his departure was just right. Anastasia had already prepared four or five questions in advance and asked Faye the questions one by one. These questions were not substantial, just menial concerns about whether her dress would be ready on time and if the quality of the dress could be guaranteed. These were trivial matters—far from important.Lincoln couldn't stand it anymore and frowned. "Anastasia, you've gone through so much trouble to keep Ms. Fischer here just to ask t
"How exactly should I react, Ms. Streep?" Faye stood and watched as Anastasia panted with her face flushed.Faye smiled. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?""Why are you still fine? What the hell is going on?" Anastasia screamed hysterically. Faye raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that, Ms. Streep?" She strode forward. "Should we take you to the hospital?""Don't touch me!" Anastasia pushed Faye away before she could touch her, "I put it in your cup and your plate! How … How are you alright?" she screamed in frustration. Faye's expression darkened. "What did you put in?"Anastasia gritted her teeth to prevent herself from losing control. Snapping out of it, she realized she had come close to letting it slip and flushed in anger. "Nonsense. I didn't do anything!"Faye kept her polite smile. "You look unwell, Ms. Streep. Perhaps something was wrong with the dishes! Waiter!" A staff member hurried over. Faye pointed at Anastasia. "Ms. Streep looks unwell. I suspect
Cedric got into the car and drove straight to the private hospital owned by the Shaw family. Unexpectedly, Astrid was waiting outside the surgery room.Cedric's expression darkened, and his gaze became menacing. "Cedric, you're finally here!" Seeing Cedric, Astrid stood up and rushed towards him, anxiously throwing herself into his arms. "I am so scared …"Cedric stepped aside to avoid her with a gloomy expression. "What are you doing here?"Astrid staggered and almost fell to the ground. After balancing herself, she looked up at Cedric and bit her lip. "I-I went to see Grandpa this morning. Suddenly, he had a heart attack! So I brought him here ..."Astrid was wearing a light beige dress. It was a custom design from Allyson Designs, tailored for her slender figure. The high-quality material wrapped around her graceful figure and the well-fitted large V-neck added a touch of subtle allure. The beige color added a hint of innocence to her appearance. She looked pitiful with mi