Third person's POV
In a nearby cafe. Howard and Rowena sat by the window. Rowena was staring at a corner of the park, while Howard was looking at her. "I heard you resigned. Why?" Howard stirred the coffee in his cup, asking her in a low voice. "No reason. I just felt tired and wanted to rest," Rowena replied. "Was it because of me? My mother exposed our relationship and made things awkward for you at work." Howard's voice was filled with guilt and self-blame. Though Rowena did not say anything or blame him, he knew. That was the reason she resigned. Rowena was silent. She couldn't get those humiliating words from her colleagues out of her head. "It turns out that she wants to marry into a rich family. How ambitious!" "That's right. I have no idea that she was secretly dating Mr. Twitty. She hid it so well. If Mr. Twitty's mother hadn't come to the company to make a scene, none of us would have known." "I heard that shCatherine's POV The night fell. I had been feeling like I was in a dream lately since my life had been so wonderful. Patricia and Emerson appreciated me, and Blake indulged me. He would surprise me from time to time to make me happy. Blake was a perfect mate. Wealth made him confident. And though many people also had money, they weren't as delicate and gentle as him. Therefore, Blake was simply attractive. I used to think he was arrogant and self-centered, but after I fell for him, I realized that Blake did have what it took to attract women. "Mommy!" Hedwig suddenly ran over. She asked me seriously, "After you and daddy get married, are you going to call him honey?" I was a little surprised that she asked so. I smiled, "Who told you that?" "I saw it on TV. A kid's mommy calls his daddy honey," Hedwig said, blinking her eyes like a curious baby. I chuckled. "Why don't you go and ask your daddy? I can't explain this." "
Third person's POV In the bedroom on the second floor, Catherine sat on the bed with a sad look. Blake sat beside her. He held her hand and said, "We will be your family from now on. Don't be sad anymore, OK?" Catherine closed her eyes and said, "Without the necklace, I'll have no connections left with my parents, right?" "It's just a necklace," Blake comforted her. "I know. But it was from my parents. I should have been more cautious with it," Catherine sighed. Blake promised to help Catherine find the necklace, but he didn't mean it. He hoped that Catherine would never see the necklace again. The next morning, the sun shone brightly. With his phone in hand, Benjamin pushed open Cedrick's office in a hurry. Cedrick looked up at Benjamin and said, "When will you learn to knock?" Benjamin put the phone in front of Cedrick and pointed at it. "Cedrick, is this you?" Cedrick shifted his gaze to Benjamin's pho
Third person's POV Lillian completely froze. Then a trace of embarrassment flashed across her face. She bit her lower lip, tears welling in her eyes. "You didn't come to the wedding. You didn't rescue me. You made me the person I am today. Do you have any idea what I've been through these past few years? I had to put up with my husband staying out all night. He didn't love me at all. He just thought that I was pretty, and going out with me by his side made him look good. I was too young to make the right choice. I was wrong. You are the man that I want to spend my life with." "Enough!" Cedrick's face was utterly sullen as he interrupted her with a cold voice. Then he said, "The past is the past. I have nothing to do with you from now on. I heard that you received five hundred million dollars from your divorce. It is enough for you to enjoy the rest of your life!" Lillian's face was a little pale. She realized that Cedrick was serious. He did not love he
Third person's POV Jessica was chatting with her friends. Then, she received a call. She excused herself and then answered the call, with joy on her pretty face. However, after Jessica hung up the phone, the smile on her face faded. More people came to the party. Jessica was standing at the door. She froze. There were several of Jessica's friends standing outside the door. Then, someone came uninvited. It was Lillian. Lillian was dressed up, and she was stunning. Standing outside the door, the light fell on her, and for a moment, Jessica was overshadowed by her. "Hi, Miss Hall, am I not welcome here? These are my friends. I just came back from abroad and didn't know many places to hang out. So, I thought why not come to your party," Lillian said with a graceful smile. Jessica was young and inexperienced. She couldn't handle such a situation, or, at least, she shouldn't show it on her face. "Jessica, this is Lillian. Sh
Third person's POV "Catherine, will you stay for a bit longer? You are Blake's fiancee after all. I won't be afraid of her with you by my side." Jessica pulled Catherine's arm. Catherine pulled a wry face. "Alright, let's go inside. Let me take a look at that woman!" Catherine patted Jessica on the shoulder with sympathy, and also tried to comfort her. Lillian was already here to challenge Jessica. She should fight back and not back off. "Don't defeat yourself. Chin up. Be confident!" Catherine encouraged Jessica with a smile. The two of them returned to the private room. Then, they heard a woman's loud laughter. "It's her!" Jessica winked at Catherine. Catherine looked over and was a little stunned. Lillian was around 1.7 meters tall and had a slender and exquisite figure. She had the look that most men would prefer. Lillian had an attractive face, and her slender, ice-blue dress made her look even more ladylike.
Third person's POV Since Jessica was no longer in a pickle, Catherine was prepared to leave. She said to Leo, "I'm leaving now. Have fun!" "Alright!" Leo wanted Catherine to stay longer, but he dared not to say it. Catherine said bye to Jessica and left. Catherine drove home. The lights in the parlor were dimmed. She tiptoed upstairs, cracked the door of Noah's room, and heard Blake whispering bedtime stories to the children. For an instant, Catherine was stunned and somehow felt warm inside. Blake raised his head. His eyes met Catherine's as she leaned against the door. "Mommy..." "Mommy, didn't you go to a birthday party? You're back so early!" "Is it because you miss us so much?" Hedwig asked with a smile. Noah pursed his lips. "I think she missed daddy!" "It's late. Why are you still up? Don't pester daddy all the time. He has a lot of work during the day and is very busy." Catherine lectured the kids with a
Catherine's POV After I left the study, I searched the room again for the necklace. I even lay on my stomach and looked under the bed carefully. But I still couldn't find the necklace. It just vanished. Was it really the maid who stole it? The royal pack had always been strict with the servants. How could a thief blend into the villa? I was very upset. I had a glimmer of hope when I heard Patricia say that she had an impression of the necklace. But what should I do now? I couldn't tell Patricia what the necklace looked like just by describing it. I was restless, then I thought of my phone. I quickly found it and turned it on. I checked through the photos in it. As I found the photos that I was looking for, I breathed a sigh of relief. I almost forgot that I had the photos of the necklace on my phone. I could show them to Patricia tomorrow. The next morning, clouds obscured the sun and shrouded the city in gloom.
Blake's POV Instead of driving to my company, I drove along the mountain road and arrived at the villa at the top of the mountain. My grandparents lived here. I got out of the car and rushed upstairs. In the corridor, I saw Patricia sitting alone on the sofa on the balcony in a daze. She had a napkin in her hand and was wiping her tears in silence. I somehow felt depressed. My footsteps were heavy as I walked slowly toward Patricia. When I reached the door of the balcony, Patricia shouted sternly, "Stop there!" Her eyes were filled with tears. Then, I knew how serious the matter was. I stopped and stood quietly in front of her. "You knew Catherine's background a long time ago. Didn't you?" Patricia stared at me sharply, trying to get the truth from me. I kept silent and slightly lowered my head. I dared not look into Patricia's eyes, much less at my father's photo. In the photo, my father had a gentle smile on h