Lennon continued, "Lambert, you know our family runs an entertainment company. I've seen countless breakups and reconciliations. In my opinion, Lydia may not have lost all feelings for you, and in some ways, she isn't that kind of woman."Lambert looked up, hesitating. Could it be true? Perhaps there was another reason behind Lydia and Andrew's engagement? Thinking about it carefully, if Lydia had agreed to Andrew, she wouldn't have waited until now, nor would she have rushed into an engagement.Could there be a reason he was unaware of?Sometimes, people in the situation can't see things clearly. Once Lambert completely calmed down and looked at Lydia's situation from a different perspective, he noticed many oddities.Seeing Lambert's confused eyes replaced with determination, Lennon and Horace exchanged glances, knowing their friend had finally come around.Lennon patted Lambert on the shoulder, "Lambert, it's good you've figured things out. No matter what, we'll always be on your s
Fifteen minutes later, four or five thugs lay beaten on the ground, with Lambert standing over their leader, his foot pinning the man's hand to the pavement. Lambert's voice was icy as he demanded, "Now, tell me, are you going to let her go?"The thug let out a pained scream. "Yes! Yes! We’ll let her go! Please, just let us go, man! We didn’t recognize who you were before, but we get it now. Spare us, we’ll never do this again!"The girl who had been surrounded stepped forward. "Lambert, that’s enough. I think they’ve learned their lesson. I’ve already called the police. They should be here soon."Surprisingly, the girl Lambert saved was Verna!After her fiancé ran off with the money, Verna had been kept at home for a while. Recently, her parents had allowed her out again, thinking she was over the man. She had come out today to attend a class reunion but had found it dull and decided to leave early, only to run into the thugs. Little did she expect Lambert would show up as her hero.
Verna recounted the entire evening's events to her parents. After listening, Zebulon gave his daughter a complex look and asked, "So what do you mean now? Have you changed your mind?"Verna's eyes sparkled with determination. "That's right! I'm going to pursue him!"Verna's parents exchanged a bewildered glance, finding the situation somewhat laughable. Previously, when they had urged her to get closer to Lambert, she had stubbornly refused, clinging to her then-boyfriend, Winston, as if he were irreplaceable. Now, just when they had given up on pushing her towards Lambert, she decided to take the initiative herself.Zebulon’s face darkened. "This is ridiculous! What, just because Lambert played the hero, you're falling for him? Have you thought about what happens if you fail?""I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. What if I succeed? Missing out on such a quality man would be a real shame!" Verna muttered."No, I don't agree!" Zebulon vehemently opposed. Initially, he had agreed
Lambert fell silent after hearing Verna’s words. Although her perspective might not be entirely reliable, she was right about one thing: sometimes women are more resolute than men. While he was still trying to salvage their relationship, Lydia had already moved on to someone else. This realization filled Lambert with a profound sense of sadness.Feeling the weight of this sorrow, Lambert lost the desire to continue the conversation and his tone grew colder. “Verna, if there's nothing else, I’ll hang up now.”“Lambert, we know each other well enough; just call me Verna. It’s late now, so I won’t keep you. Next time, dinner is on me. You must promise to come!”“Alright.”With that, Lambert ended the call. On the other end, Verna pouted, somewhat dissatisfied. It seemed her parents were right—winning Lambert over was not going to be easy. Still, she had brought up Lydia intentionally, hoping to avoid future complications.Lambert didn’t sleep all night, only dozing off on the sofa at daw
Despite the less-than-ideal food, Lambert and Verna had an enjoyable dinner, finding common ground and engaging in lively conversation. By the end of the meal, Lambert saw Verna as more than just a casual acquaintance; she was now like a little sister to him. Verna was content with this progress, understanding that building a relationship with Lambert would take time.Unbeknownst to Lambert, Lydia and Andrew were dining in the adjacent private room, but their visit was mission-driven. Clara, now hospitalized, had requested that Andrew and Lydia film their interactions to keep her entertained. Though the request was odd, Andrew and Lydia obliged, with Andrew particularly grateful for his mother’s assistance. This gave him a legitimate reason to spend time with Lydia.Andrew had chosen the restaurant, known for its romantic ambiance, to enhance the illusion of their relationship. Lydia, despite feeling awkward about posing for intimate photos, complied. Andrew’s suggestion for Lydia to
Lydia clenched her fists secretly, "That's right, my biggest hope now is that you don't show up in front of us anymore, because it really annoys me!"Lambert's emotions gradually calmed down. "I understand.""That's good. I hope Lambert keeps his word and doesn't bother us anymore!" Andrew said cautiously, taking Lydia's hand. "Lydia, let's go."Lambert watched them leave, his eyes darkening. There was no going back for them.Verna, standing nearby, felt a chill from Lambert's demeanor and instinctively stepped back. The current Lambert seemed frightening. Did she really know this man? Would someone like him, whom she hoped would gradually yield to her approach, end up with her?Verna was uncertain. Logic told her to stop, but she felt reluctant. Meeting such a good man was rare; was she really going to give him up so easily? Besides, his ex-wife clearly had a new lover now."Lambert, don't be sad. I'm sorry about today. I wanted to treat you to dinner to thank you, but it seems it up
Lydia lowered her head slightly. Had she not let go yet? She smiled self-deprecatingly at her wild thoughts. She and Lambert had nothing to do with each other anymore, right? So why did it hurt so much to see him with another woman?Verna's gaze occasionally drifted towards Lydia, then a slow smile curved her lips. What an interesting woman, she thought. Lydia was already engaged to Andrew, so why was she still so concerned about Lambert? Eyes couldn't lie, and as a fellow woman, Verna was very sensitive to this feeling. Lydia's words and true feelings were in conflict, making Verna very curious.It wasn't until they reached the Zheng family's door that Verna finally stopped talking, feeling quite satisfied. She politely thanked Andrew and then specifically bid farewell to Lydia.Lydia opened her eyes and stared coldly at her. "Verna, if possible, I don't want to see you again!"Lydia's hostility was obvious, but it only made Verna laugh. She leaned close to Lydia's ear and whispered,
"Maybe, as long as it's Mom's choice, she should know what she wants." Lambert fell silent, holding Wythe tighter, and didn't continue the topic.Wythe glanced at the clock on the wall, hesitating whether to ask Lambert to leave. Though it would be awkward for him to say so, Lambert seemed to understand. Seeing Wythe's expression, he guessed Lydia might be returning soon, and it was time for him to go to avoid making future visits more difficult.Before leaving, Lambert arranged a next meeting with Wythe. Despite Lydia being with Andrew, Wythe was still Lambert's child, an unchangeable fact. Lambert had decided not to remarry, making Wythe his potential sole heir.Lambert gave Wythe a serious goodnight kiss and then left, knowing staying longer might cause unnecessary trouble if Lydia returned. Watching Lambert's figure disappear into the night, Wythe stood at the door, tears welling in his eyes.When Lydia returned, she found Wythe standing at the door, cold and with red eyes. Her he
Lydia looked at the foot basin, her cheeks reddening slightly. This had become a routine for Lambert, who had read somewhere that foot soaks and massages could ease swelling for pregnant women. So, he made it his mission to prepare a foot bath for her every day at the same time.At first, Lydia was quite resistant, but with Lambert's persistence and Wythe's innocent pleas, she eventually gave in.Now, Lambert was crouched down, without concern for his appearance, gently removing her shoes. Seeing Lydia's noticeably swollen feet filled him with worry. Was this foot bath helping at all? Why was her swelling still so bad?It was Lambert's first time caring for a pregnant woman. He had heard of all the challenges women face during pregnancy, but witnessing it firsthand, especially with someone he loved deeply, stirred a strong, indescribable tenderness within him. He felt an overwhelming desire to protect Lydia from any pain, to the point of wishing he could bear it all himself.Lambert c
The next morning, when Wythe woke up, he found his mother looking at him with gentle eyes. Unable to resist, he leaned in and kissed Lydia, then nuzzled against her shoulder, seeking comfort.Lydia felt a warm flutter in her heart; her child had missed her. A wave of guilt washed over her as she stroked Wythe's little head. "Wythe, I'm sorry for not saying anything before and leaving you behind."Wythe, despite his previous frustration, had come to understand that his mother had no choice. "It's okay, Mom. I've grown up and can understand your decisions. Just promise that wherever you go, you'll take me with you.""Of course!"As they chatted warmly in the living room, Lambert stood in the kitchen, facing a daunting array of ingredients. He had done some research beforehand and learned that pregnant women needed balanced nutrition, preferably from home-cooked meals, since who knew about the hygiene of outside food?Determined to prepare a meal for Lydia, Lambert decided to cook. After
Once Lydia calmed down, she realized Lambert had already come in. Given Wythe's presence, it was obviously unrealistic to ask him to leave.Seizing the moment, Wythe turned to Lydia and said, "Mom, can I stay with you tonight?"Lydia nodded without hesitation. "Of course you can! Where else would you stay?"As she spoke, she shot a glance at Lambert, her eyes clearly indicating that she wanted him to leave as soon as possible. He was just too much to deal with.Unfortunately, Lambert didn't take the hint and instead asked, "Lydia, you only have a small bed here. Wythe won't fit; I think he should stay at my place."Although it was just next door, Lambert's place was vastly different—a spacious two-hundred-square-meter apartment with three bedrooms and two living areas, while Lydia's was only about ninety. As soon as he moved in, Lambert had redecorated one of the rooms specifically for Lydia.Before Lydia could respond, Wythe looked at
No matter how upset Lydia felt, Lambert followed her like a shadow. However, he managed to avoid any more foolish actions after their earlier confrontation, even going so far as to apologize.He was humble, hoping to cheer her up, but she remained as cold as ice, leaving him in despair."Dad, I've arrived at Y City Airport! Come pick me up!"When Lambert received Wythe's call, he felt like a savior had arrived. Ever since their argument over Lydia's job, she hadn't spoken to him at all. Initially, she wouldn't let him in, and now she didn't even open the door. If she saw it was him through the peephole, she would resolutely stay inside!With that attitude, even Lambert's best efforts were useless.Wythe's arrival was the perfect catalyst to break the deadlock. Delighted, Lambert headed straight to the airport after dropping off Lydia's meal, as usual.Meanwhile, Lydia was fuming at the sight of meals consistently hanging on her door. She cou
Lambert presented himself as refined, but his underlying dominance was unmistakable. "That's not the case, Principal. I'm just worried about Lydia's health. She's pregnant, and she's caring for a class full of four- and five-year-olds. If something were to happen, it could be very dangerous for her."The principal furrowed her brow, eyeing him curiously. His concern seemed more like that of a family member than a parent. "While your point is valid, we've already considered this. Surely, you wouldn't expect her to be dismissed? After all, maternity leave is an option now...""Maternity leave is limited," Lambert replied firmly. "Besides, you must know that Lydia can't stay here forever."The principal felt uneasy. Lambert's demeanor and attire suggested he was no ordinary individual; why would he want his family working in such a small place? Something felt off."On what grounds are you so sure?" she asked.Lambert responded with unwavering confiden
Meanwhile, Lydia was feeling quite emotional in her room. The impact of seeing Lambert, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, was overwhelming. He had lost quite a bit of weight, and from his words, it seemed he had been eager to find her ever since he left.It would be a lie to say she wasn't touched; he truly cared about her. She had always held onto him in her heart and never let go. However, the idea of going back because of this was unlikely; after all, she was a stubborn person, and once she made a decision, it wasn't easy to change her mind.Lydia hoped that Lambert would take the hint and leave soon so her life could return to normal. Otherwise, her heart would be in turmoil!As Lambert, whom Lydia hoped would leave, was knocking on the door next door, an elderly man in his sixties opened it, eyeing Lambert suspiciously.Lambert straightened his clothes and spoke with a gentle tone, "Hello, I'm Lambert. The thing is..."Lydia, completely obl
Using their son as a shield might seem a bit embarrassing, but it was undeniably effective. Sure enough, upon hearing Wythe's name, Lydia paused her resistance to Lambert. She struggled to move her legs and began to make her way toward her home.What should have been a short ten-minute walk turned into a half-hour ordeal due to Lydia's difficulty in moving. During this time, she even awkwardly made a trip to the restroom. As she entered the later stages of her pregnancy, not only had her legs swollen, but her trips to the bathroom had also increased significantly. Just moments ago, she had finished a latte, which made the situation even more awkward—suddenly needing to find a restroom while walking.Lambert, while unaware of the many inconveniences pregnancy could bring, couldn't help but feel like a negligent husband and father as he watched Lydia struggle. He realized he knew nothing about what she was going through. Seeing her in such discomfort made his heart
Lambert closed his eyes, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart. He had truly found Lydia!"Sorry, Lydia, I think I got a bit carried away!"Could this be a dream? If it is, he hoped he'd never wake up.Lydia was at a loss for words. This wasn't just being a bit excited; he was clearly overwhelmed!She decided to change the subject. "Lambert, how's Wythe doing?" Her son was the person she cared about most, and the one she felt she owed the most to."He's fine, but he really misses you. I didn't expect that after all this time, you wouldn't even call once."Hearing this, Lydia lowered her head, guilt washing over her. In some ways, she knew she hadn't been a very good mother. She had neglected her son for her own feelings."I'm sorry..."Lambert sighed softly, a mix of emotions swirling within him. "You don't need to apologize, Lydia. It's all my fault. If I hadn't misunderstood you, you wouldn't have felt the need to leave Nov
Debby felt a sudden jolt, her ears turning bright red. Being caught doing something wrong and exposed in public was a uniquely uncomfortable experience."Uh, I..."Lambert's heart raced. Could it be that he finally found the right place? Was Lydia really at this kindergarten?Fearing he might startle her, he spoke gently, his tone patient. "Debby, there's been a misunderstanding between Lydia and me. I care about her deeply, and I can't lose her. I don't know how you've interpreted our situation, but as her friend, I assume you want her to be happy too?"Debby hesitated at his words. Was this man truly a scoundrel? Upon reflection, Lydia had only mentioned that she had divorced her partner and left Nova City due to some circumstances. She had never spoken ill of her ex-husband, so perhaps she had misjudged him?Debby's expression shifted, yet she still seemed unsure. Lambert seized the moment to ask, "Debby, Lydia hasn't left, has she?""How