Watching Lydia sleeping peacefully in his arms, Andrew felt a bittersweet mix of emotions. Sweetness stemmed from the vulnerability she showed, unaware of his affection.Yet, bitterness clouded his heart, knowing her tears were shed for another man.When Lydia woke up the next day, it was already morning. Though she couldn't see, her body sensed the prolonged rest, accompanied by a growling stomach amidst the darkness. Lydia, feeling disoriented, called out, "Sweetheart, are you home?"Panicked, Lydia, despite her familiarity with the apartment, felt a wave of fear and strangeness returning. She couldn't even discern how to leave the room.At that moment, Andrew's soothing voice reached Lydia, comforting her. "Lydia, are you awake? Wythe has already gone to school. Would you like something to eat? You must be hungry after sleeping for so long."Touched by Andrew's caring demeanor, Lydia's emotions gradually settled. "Andrew, thank you," she said, her voice choked with gratitude.Andre
"Of course, as long as it's a reasonable request, Mommy will always say yes!"With Lydia's promise, Wythe was overjoyed. He knew Mommy wouldn't be easily defeated.Blind or not, she was still the powerful and beautiful mother he remembered.That night, Wythe eagerly ran to Lydia's room, bringing his little pillow and making himself at home in her bed.Lydia realized then that she wasn't alone in her pain during these days. She had neglected her son's needs.With her eyes wide open in the darkness, feeling the warmth beside her, she made a crucial decision.She couldn't give up on herself. Even if she was blind, she could still do things within her capabilities!Yes! Change!She must change! Not just for herself, but for her son. She couldn't continue to wallow in self-pity.A good night's sleep!The next morning, Wythe woke up to find Lydia holding a white cane, confidently making her way out of the room. Though her steps were slow, they were resolute."Wythe, wake up! Breakfast is re
Lydia stood behind a shelf stacked with bags of rice. Due to her accidental bump, the somewhat disorderly bags toppled down, yet Lydia remained oblivious.Lambert's pupils contracted, his mind blank.In that moment, he couldn't think of anything except rushing towards Lydia.Lydia felt a rush of wind and someone charging towards her. She instinctively cried out, and when she came to her senses, she found herself wrapped in someone's arms.Then, she heard the sound of something falling and a muffled groan nearby.Up until now, Lydia wouldn't be considered smart if she didn't realize who had saved her. She carefully grabbed onto the person's clothes, feeling a strange sense of familiarity. Could it be Lambert?But soon, Lydia mocked herself for her thoughts. What was she thinking? Lambert was probably busy fooling around with other women.How could he have time to follow her here?Self-indulgence was most shameful!Lydia quickly dismissed her thoughts, but she was still grateful to the
The man had extraordinarily beautiful hands. His long, elegant fingers held a crystal wine glass, swirling the red wine inside with casual grace.He tilted his head slightly, letting the vivid red liquid flow into his thin lips.A trickle of wine slipped from the corner of his mouth, trailing down into his partially unbuttoned shirt, exuding an irresistible allure.Odelia's eyes lit up. She had to have this perfect specimen of a man!The object of Odelia's desire was none other than Lambert, who had come to the bar to drown his sorrows.After two bottles of XO and more than half a bottle of red wine, he was finally a bit tipsy.On the surface, though, he seemed unaffected, with only a hint of intoxication in his eyes.Odelia picked up her wine glass, contemplating how to approach this exceptional man. As she walked over to Lambert, she realized that he was even more stunning up close.His chiseled, sharp features, combined with his cold yet sexy demeanor, created a captivating contrad
Odelia sat on the hotel floor, biting her lip as she watched Lambert's departing figure. Her eyes flickered with a trace of unwillingness.Upon returning to his villa, Lambert felt his entire body aching, especially his back, which hurt so much that even walking felt unnatural. Slowly, he made his way to his room, collapsing wearily by the balcony to smoke. His heart felt empty, much like this room he hadn't rested in for a long time.Though the room was always cleaned and still orderly, it inexplicably made him feel incredibly lonely. Yes, lonely. For the first time, Lambert experienced this feeling. Even as a child, when his parents left him alone at the Halsey estate, he never felt this lonely. Staring blankly at the sky outside the window, he couldn't help but wonder, what was Lydia doing right now?As he pondered, a sharp pain stabbed through his stomach, as if countless needles were piercing through it, bringing cold sweat to his forehead. He clutched his stomach tightly, his li
Andrew's expression turned grim at Lydia's words. Regardless of whether Lambert was truly ill or pretending, Lydia's behavior revealed one thing: she still hadn't let go of Lambert.Andrew knew that it would take time for Lydia to move on from this relationship, but he had believed she was already heartbroken enough to stop caring about Lambert.Clearly, he had underestimated Lambert's hold on her.As the silence stretched on, Lydia grew more uneasy and guilty. Her long eyelashes lowered, and she appeared apologetic. "Andrew, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be so unprincipled, but... but I am still his wife. I don't want to just walk out of his life so inexplicably.""I understand. If you've decided to go see him, I'll take you. If Lambert is really seriously ill, you won’t be able to care for him alone," Andrew said, suppressing his jealousy and keeping his tone calm.Lydia felt deeply grateful. "Really? Thank you, Andrew!"Andrew said nothing more, fearing that speaking might reveal h
Lydia's tone carried a hint of displeasure, but also a warmth that melted hearts. When she realized she had unconsciously spoken as she used to, a slight blush crept up her cheeks.Seeing Lydia like this, Lambert couldn't contain his emotions any longer.He stood up from the sofa, crossed the coffee table in a few strides, and sat beside her, pulling her into his arms.The sudden embrace startled Lydia. Tears welled up in her eyes. She had thought he would never hold her so tenderly again.Warm breath brushed against her ear, accompanied by a low, seductive voice, "Lydia, are you worried about me?""I... I just don't want our baby to be sad."Lydia's ears turned red, and she heard the man holding her sigh deeply, his head resting on her shoulder. "Lydia, let me lean on you for a while."Lydia didn’t push Lambert away.She could clearly feel Lambert's breath so close, making her heart race. No matter how much time passed, she seemed unable to be immune to this man."I'm very happy," La
The warm breath overwhelmed all of Lydia's senses, making her fearful yet irresistibly drawn to the man.The familiar warmth made her reluctant to let go. In the next second, Lydia felt herself being lifted into the air.Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around Lambert's neck, feeling utterly safe nestled in his embrace.After closing the bedroom door, they passionately kissed each other, as if only through this could they fully express their intense emotions.Lambert's strong fingers replaced his lips and tongue, teasing Lydia's skin inch by inch, igniting her desire.Her fair skin blushed a faint pink, like a delicate flower, sweet and irresistible.Lambert had reached his limit of endurance. The woman before him was his wife, his lover.His heart sank deeper and deeper for her, his body screamed to possess and claim her completely.Even though this wasn't their first time together, he still felt as if their souls were merging.In the moments when they were united, they realized t
"Lambert, at this rate, you could almost switch careers to become a nanny!" Horace teased, noticing how expertly Lambert cradled the baby.Unfazed by his friend's jest, Lambert beamed with happiness. "You wouldn't understand if you don't have kids. Once you get married, you'll know. This is my legacy, and I didn't get to care for Wythe when he was a baby, so I'm determined to be hands-on with Candice."No one could truly grasp this sense of compensation!Horace rolled his eyes, clearly at a loss for words. It was pointless to engage with someone so enamored with fatherhood.While the men gathered to chat, Thera leaned closer to Lydia and whispered, "So, Lydia, are you really back together with Lambert?"Lydia nodded. "Yeah. After everything that happened, I realized I need to cherish every single day. And Lambert is sincere—I can feel it.""That's great!" Thera sighed in relief, finally putting her worries to rest."What about you, Thera? I see you and Andrew getting along quite well!
At this moment, Lambert felt completely at ease. It seemed that Lydia's earlier words were not just talk; she was genuinely ready to give them a chance!A smile crept onto Lambert's lips, but there was no time to think of anything else; he needed to take care of their baby, Wythe. Thanks to the maternal training classes he had attended with Lydia, he had learned a lot about caring for newborns. Gently, he picked up his daughter and quickly checked her diaper, only to find that she had wet it.With nimble hands, he changed her diaper, and the little one fell back asleep. Looking at her innocent face, Lambert's heart melted. This was his child, the result of his and Lydia's love.The baby slept soundly, and Wythe had been temporarily taken away by Bob, who had come to deliver some items. Now, only Lambert and Lydia remained in the room, but Lydia, having slept quite a bit earlier, was no longer drowsy."Are you still feeling unwell?" Seeing Lydia frown slightly, Lambert asked with conce
Lambert glanced at his son's disapproving expression and was momentarily at a loss. "Wythe, you might've looked even more wrinkled than her when you were born, yet look at you now—a handsome young man," he teased, smiling at his daughter. Though wrinkly, he found her to be the most beautiful and precious little girl.Wythe huffed proudly, his lips in a slight pout. "I wasn't this ugly! Besides, you didn't see me when I was a baby." A hint of sadness crossed his face; he hadn't been as lucky as his sister—he hadn't had his dad by his side when he was born.Hearing the touch of bitterness in his son's voice, Lambert immediately understood. Wythe was jealous, understandably so. For all his maturity, Wythe was still just a child. For his first five or six years, he had only his mother and no father. He often envied kids with both parents, and when Lydia finally returned home, her on-again, off-again relationship with Lambert had left Wythe hurt and forced him to grow up faster than other
Lambert paced restlessly in the hallway, nearly losing his mind. Every moment was agonizing, with Lydia's screams from the delivery room piercing his heart. He prided himself on being strong, yet in that instant, he felt an overwhelming urge to flee, especially as her cries of pain echoed through. Angry at himself, he slapped his own face—Lydia was suffering because of him, and he'd never realized how terrifying childbirth could be."Calm down. This is what childbirth is like," a woman nearby said kindly. She was the mother of a little girl, and both she and her husband couldn't help but notice how visibly nervous Lambert was. "You've been through this once before, so you should be able to handle it," she added."Why isn't it over yet? Is she in danger?" Lambert's mind was in turmoil, fighting the urge to rush inside and see Lydia himself.The little girl's father stepped in, attempting to reassure him. "You and your family will be just fine," he said. The man recalled his own frantic
At that moment, Lydia was on the verge of total collapse, as if her entire world had crumbled in an instant, and sorrow overwhelmed her.What had she done? What had she been doing these past days?She had been recklessly indulging in Lambert's affection, without any sense of gratitude or restraint. Now, she regretted her actions deeply. If only she had known this day would come, she would never have argued with Lambert or dismissed his love and efforts out of a misguided sense of pride.All she wanted was for him to be safe, to live happily with her and their children, never to be apart.Lydia's vision blurred as she stood in shock, unable to step closer to the crowd to confirm what had happened. But through a gap, she caught sight of a blood-red stain spreading across the ground. The sight was so jarring that it felt as though her heart had been ripped out of her chest."Mom, are you okay?"Wythe ran over, panting, to see Lydia sitting dazed on the ground, staring at the red stain in
Lambert's words made Wythe roll his eyes, secretly exasperated. What was going on with his dad? Wasn't everything decided? Why was he suddenly backing out at the last moment?Men! Their thoughts are just impossible to figure out!Lambert had indeed changed his mind unexpectedly. He didn't want to deceive Lydia, even if it was just a harmless joke. Something about it felt wrong. Even if it was to bring them closer, lying to her didn't seem right.Wythe's plan had been simple he wanted Lambert to stage an accident, making it seem like he'd been hit by a car. He was certain his mom would show her true feelings; if she still cared for him, there was no way she'd just stand by. It was a good plan, but now that the moment had come, Lambert didn't want to test Lydia this way.People's feelings shouldn't be tested.Wythe grew increasingly anxious. They'd prepared everything, but now his dad was retreating? That wasn't like him at all! Taking advantage of n
Half a month had passed since Lydia's last check-up. Lambert continued caring for Lydia with the same attentiveness, unbothered by her cold attitude towards him. Although her indifference saddened him, he was undeterred; his determination grew in the face of difficulty, a testament to his personality.But little Wythe had had enough. He felt it was time to give his parents a nudge towards reconciliation. Yes, it was his turn to step up!So, one morning, when Lambert went out early to buy groceries as usual, Wythe found an excuse to tag along. Lydia didn't think much of it; over time, she had noticed Lambert's earnest efforts and couldn't deny feeling somewhat touched, even if her heart remained conflicted. Deep down, she feared reopening herself to love, only to be hurt again.After all, "Once bitten, twice shy," as they say. Lydia never saw herself as particularly brave—in fact, in love, she was timid and afraid. She longed for a peaceful, uncomplicated l
Once, Lydia believed she and Lambert would grow old together, inseparable and loyal. But her genuine love had only brought repeated hurt and disappointment. That's why she had fled Nova City, leaving behind everyone she knew, so this time, she refused to open her heart again.Lambert sighed, his tone gentle. He knew Lydia wouldn't easily open up to him again, but he didn't mind; he was willing to wait. Determined, he led her to the prenatal clinic, aware of the many tests ahead—ultrasounds, blood tests, monitoring the baby's heartbeat—a series of over ten examinations. Each department was exceptionally busy, requiring an immense amount of patience.Throughout, Lambert remained unwaveringly attentive, showing no sign of impatience. He stayed by Lydia's side with the eager anticipation of any expectant father, his heart fully in it.Before the ultrasound, Lydia needed to drink water, but Lambert, inexperienced in these matters, hadn't prepared any. She didn't feel inclined to remind him
Happiness, it seems, makes people wish the same for those around them. Like the husband in the next hospital bed—he had the sense to keep quiet the moment he sensed the tension between Lydia and Lambert.Lambert didn't seem to mind Lydia's sudden outburst. He simply took off his suit jacket, now stained with soup, and said regretfully, "The soup spilled, Lydia. I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer. I'll have someone bring a new one right away! Why not have a piece of cake to tide you over?"Lambert's calm demeanor only made Lydia feel as if her anger was landing on nothing but soft cotton, frustrating her even more. What was Lambert up to? Was he mocking her on purpose?It was infuriating!Lydia knew her emotions were out of sorts lately. Ever since Lambert left, she hadn't had much of an appetite. When she found out his trip was delayed, everything around her began to irritate her. It was as though a cloud of anger clogged her heart, but she couldn't find a way to let it ou