Anne sat nervously in front of the Royal mansion, trying to stop Chloe from catching any caterpillars. The streetlights in the garden were already on, dotting the area with a beautiful, pearlescent glow. The footlights along the path stretched out into the distance, almost as if they were trying to pull people's lonely hearts toward them. Anne stared off into the distance until she heard the sound of a car approaching. At first, she thought it was just her imagination. Then, the children responded quickly. "Look, a car! It's a Rolls-Loyce!" they shouted. Anne stared blankly at the car as it pulled to a stop, and Anthony stepped out. He seemed the same as usual. "Is Papa tired?" Chloe asked. "Is everything okay?" Chris chimed in. Anthony touched Chloe's head and looked up at Anne. "I'm fine," he said. Anne was slightly surprised. It was almost seven o'clock, and Anthony had not eaten. How was that possible? Had he eaten with Bianca... "Papa hasn't eaten. Let's go get foo
"I want you even more," Anthony said, his hot breath spraying on Anne's small mouth. She felt a little itchy, and before she could lick her lips, he kissed her. Her long eyelashes trembled like the wings of a butterfly. Her face turned even redder. Anne thought to herself, 'I wonder if I'll have to do what I did in the bathroom last night again?' However, she was wrong and just slept normally at night without doing anything. Even so, she was very satisfied just being hugged by Anthony. She thought to herself, 'It would be great if I could go on like this with Anthony for the rest of my life.' The next day, Anne went to the company. At around ten o'clock, the office door was pushed open, and Bianca walked in in heels and dressed to the nines. "You don't even remember that I used to come in and out of the company often? Even if you forgot, you should have heard about it from the people in the company," Bianca said, sitting down on the sofa and looking contemptuously at A
Anne said, "It's not decided yet. Let's see what the manager wants to eat." "Call me when you're done eating," said Anthony. "Okay, got it," Anne replied, hanging up the phone and breathing a sigh of relief. She thought to herself, 'Why do I have to answer so many questions just for a meal? It's making me so nervous.' 'If Anthony knew that I was eating with Bianca privately, would he be angry?' Anne decided just to have the meal and then figure out the situation. She could not just rely on other people. After making the phone call, Anne went into the restaurant where Bianca was already sitting, looking at the menu. "Are you done? Did Anthony say anything?" Bianca asked. "No, nothing," Anne replied. "That's good, I was still worried that he wouldn't allow it," Bianca said, looking at Anne's quiet face. "We did argue about Anthony before, but no matter what, we are sisters, though not by blood." "We used to have a good relationship?" Anne asked. "Of course. Being ha
"How are you getting along with Anthony? I know that Anthony has a stomach problem, don't let him eat anything that might be irritating to his stomach," Bianca asked. Anne did not know about this at first, but later, when she had relationship problems with Anthony, she asked Mia about it. Mia had worked at the Royal Mansion for so long that it was easy to find out after asking. Anne's heart felt sour when she heard the reminder. Sure enough, Bianca knew Anthony very well. And she knew nothing... As if she was an outsider... Anne's mood was unusually depressed... Bianca turned her face away and saw a familiar car speeding to a stop outside the restaurant. Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly calmed down. She said to Anne, "I think Anthony will be very angry if he knows that we are eating together because he's afraid that I will be jealous of you and feel uncomfortable. He wants to protect me. So Anne, don't tell Anthony that you met me today, okay?" Just as Ann
Anthony made a phone call from the guardrail at the entrance of the hall. "Don't meet her again," he said. "Anthony, I didn't say anything. You can ask her if you don't believe me. I already said good things about you. In fact, I just want to have a good relationship with her. We can't be husband and wife, but we can be friends. I know that. Isn't it better if we work together to find out who the mysterious person targeting Anne is?" Bianca explained on the phone. "Do you want me to repeat myself?" Anthony's voice became cold. "If you really need anything, just contact me." "Okay," Bianca said. As Anthony hung up the phone, a car drove in from afar and stopped under the steps. The car door opened, and the triplets jumped out of the car. "I don't want to be a two-year-old l! I don't have much freedom!" said Charlie. "Is it better to be a three-year-old? Is it okay if I have two brothers to protect me?" Chloe asked. Chris did not speak because he saw his Papa standing o
If she were to divorce, she would be alone. Although she has a company, her power is limited. Furthermore, Anthony had a lot of power. If she had left him, what would she have left? The thought of leaving the children and Anthony made her heart sore. She decided to pretend that she did not know anything. Could she maintain a harmonious family with Anthony and the child this way? Anne went back to her desk and called Robert. "Can you check all my assets for me?" she asked. "I don't need to check. I know them by heart. When Mr. Nigel made his will, he had it sorted out. I'll sort it out and bring it to you later," Robert replied. A few minutes later, Robert came over with the documents. All of them were assets under Anne's name, including real estate. Anne had learned a lot about herself that was related to Anthony, knowing very little about what she owned. Was it possible to recover some memory fragments from knowing one's own assets? In the morning, Anne found t
It seemed that she, Anthony, and their three children had flown kites in this very same garden. She wondered why they were flying kites here and if they had come to play. The occasional memory fragments were beautiful and harmonious, but she always felt like they were not the whole story for some reason. At that time, was Anthony still in a relationship with Bianca? She had no way of knowing. Anne stayed in the garden for a while, and when she could not think of anything else, she went back upstairs. She took out her key, unlocked the door, and looked around the apartment. It was cleaned last time and was not dirty. She walked to the balcony, opened the window, and looked down at the view. She was five floors up, and she often climbed the stairs to get to her apartment. It was clear that her previous life was not easy. How could it be easy for one person to raise three children on their own? Anne returned to the living room and sat down on the sofa. She thought of Ant
"I guess you don't remember who I am? I know that you have lost your memory. Let me introduce myself, I am Bianca's mother and Anthony's mother-in-law. Do you understand now?"Anne thought, so she was really a nemesis. "Since you don't remember, then of course, you would not remember that your mother was once a well-known mistress? Then she educated you to become a mistress too!" Dorothy took the opportunity to hurt Anne with the past story."My mom was not…""She was not? Didn't you know that your mother ruined Anthony's parents' marriage?" Dorothy snorted.Anne had heard about this before, Michelle told her. "Your mother ended up tragically murdered just because she was a mistress. And you will also be abandoned by Anthony, and you die without dignity!" Dorothy said.Anne was shocked that her heart raced. Was she a mistress, separating Bianca from Anthony…"If you had not given birth to Anthony's kids in secret, would he have married you? He would not even look at you, sl