Besides..." Coco paused slightly. "When my parents died, they took all the compensation money and inheritance, leaving me with nothing. They're not broke. They're just too greedy."Coco did not want to fulfill their greed."Alright, that's enough." Coco took a deep breath to calm herself. "I have to continue working on the draft. If I don't finish it, I'll have to stay up late today."With that, Coco went back to her work table and started drawing the script. Lucas stayed and watched Coco quietly until he was lost in thought.-By the time Coco finished the draft, it was already 6 in the evening. "Sorry, I lost track of time," she apologized."Done with work?" Lucas asked."Yeah.""Let's go eat, then. What do you want?""Maybe somewhere nearby. Remember the restaurant where we met the second time?" Coco mentioned.Something flickered in Lucas' eyes. That place held a lot of his memories of Serenity because she used to work there before the new restaurant took over the place.
Coco hurriedly added, "Well, if you're not available, it's fine… I-I'll go by myself like I always did.""I'm free. I can go with you," Lucas said. "I was just thinking about what to bring for the visit."Coco let out a sigh of relief. "You don't have to bring anything. I'll get everything ready. You just have to accompany me."After saying that, Coco resumed her meal.Lucas was silent for a moment, perhaps pitying her. He had always been cold, rarely showing sympathy, but this time, he felt different. Instantly, the need to protect her and keep her safe from all danger welled up inside him.-Wilson quickly arranged a place for Clara. According to Wilson, if they were going to act like a loving couple in front of the press, they would have to do it right.Clara spoke to her mother about this. Mrs. Wells said, "You should take Yanny and Amy with you. I'll stay here, and I don't plan to move over.""But I can't leave you here," Clara protested."Why not? I still have to run the
Clara spoke to her son as she gently placed her six-month-old daughter on the soft and fluffy sofa. "Okay, Yanny, you stay with your sister. I want to talk to your dad alone," Clara told Yannick. Yannick then took the toys for Amy and played with her.Clara turned to Wilson and said, "Let's go somewhere and talk."After a glance at her, Wilson took her hand and led her to the study on the second floor. Clara instinctively tried to withdraw her hand, but Wilson whispered, "There are helpers in the villa. If you don't want them to think we're not close, you'd better not move."Clara froze. She gritted her teeth and stopped trying to pull her hand away. Instead, she followed Wilson to the study obediently.After closing the door behind them, Wilson quickly released her hand and told Clara, "Well, what do you have to say?""I just want to inform you about my schedule. I'll be at the store during the day and bring Yanny home in the afternoon after he finishes school. If you need me
"Clara, I thought we were supposed to act like a loving couple. You can't even handle one kiss? How are you going to convince others that we're in love?" Wilson demanded."I'll be careful in front of others, naturally. But I don't want any of this, especially when it's just us. It's unnecessary." Such intimacy would only give her an emotional rollercoaster again, breaking the peace that ruled in her heart."Unnecessary?" Wilson's voice was cold, his eyes locked on her."Isn't it?" Clara said and met his gaze.Silence blanketed the room as they stared at each other. Pursing her lips, Clara broke the silence and changed the subject. "By the way, I'll share a room with Yanny and Amy. Amy can sleep in the crib.""Yanny's room is ready. You're staying with me. I'll have the crib moved to our bedroom shortly," Wilson informed."We’re sharing a room?" Clara was shocked."Why would a couple in love sleep in separate rooms? Don't you find that weird? There are many eyes in the villa. T
Wilson had never gotten such a long look at his daughter. The baby had stayed in the neonatal ward for a long time after Clara had given birth to the child. He had only seen the baby a few times, and all he could do was look in through the glass.Maybe his subconscious mind was afraid of his attachment to the child. The longer he looked at her, the more he would be emotionally attached to her. That would make him reluctant to part with her."Umm… I'm going to wash up. If the baby wakes up crying, just hold her for a little while. She'll stop crying as soon as you hold her," Clara said.Wilson furrowed his brow slightly. Hold… the little one?"Okay, sure." Speaking of which, he had not really held his daughter much.Clara made her way into the bathroom and washed up. After that, she opened the door only to hear her daughter's cry and Wilson struggling to hold the child."You said she'd stop crying if I held her!" Wilson blurted out when he saw Clara quickly rushing over to help.
Clara stared, stunned, before she finally stepped forward and handed Wilson the bottle. Wilson took the bottle and hesitated for a moment, then tried to feed Amy.While feeding, he stiffened even more, barely able to execute a simple action like this. He was afraid to feed the baby too quickly because she might choke on the milk. He had to be really careful. The small baby was so delicate and fragile, after all. Clara watched Wilson feeding his daughter, her eyes gentle. Maybe moving here was not so bad after all, she thought. At least it was a way for Amy to receive some fatherly love.After finishing the bottle, Clara taught Wilson how to burp the baby. This time, Wilson did not refuse and listened to Clara's teaching. He held the baby upright, gently patting the baby's back. The baby eventually fell asleep after burping slightly.Wilson carefully placed the baby in her crib and tucked her in. His expression softened as he looked at the sleeping baby.An incredibly complicated
Clara was pretending to be asleep. Was it to avoid the awkwardness? Or maybe she just did not want to see more of him.Wilson took a deep breath in, almost as if inhaling her scent. His chest felt heavy, and his body became a little stiff. He felt lost although Clara was right next to him. He had no idea what to do with her. Was he still in love with her?Wilson could not imagine their future. Were they doomed to divorce and separate no matter what? Or would he be forced to make another choice eventually? What should he do? Especially when he could not help but fall in love with her. He could barely resist her attraction!Wilson slowly turned to his side in the darkness, his eyes fixed on Clara's face. He could faintly see the contours of her face in the dim light, but it was more than enough to make his eyes glisten with tears.He had been dreaming about having her by his side, even if it was just a vague outline of her!-Coco packed everything she needed for the visit to her p
It was a quiet car ride to the grave. Coco kept her head low the entire time, making it hard to know what she was thinking.Lucas parked the car at the parking lot in front of the entrance. Coco suddenly spoke when they came to a complete stop. "I-I just think it's unlikely for you to fall in love with someone else. Even if you do, it won't be me. So, I…" Coco said, unable to finish her sentence. Maybe it was a sign of her inferiority complex.Coco and Lucas belonged to two different worlds, after all. They had many differences—their family background, financial status, and everything else.Lucas studied her for a moment, his smile fading. He unfastened the seatbelt and leaned over slightly, trailing his thumb across her jaw. "Do you have so little confidence in yourself?""I...""Then you'd better listen to what I'm saying now." Lucas' lips parted as he declared, "Remember this. It's been many years since I've decided to try to fall in love, and you're the one I've chosen. If I