Fiona returned to the Eastern Hall alone. Michael was still out. It was only when it was late at night that he sent someone back to tell her that he couldn't be with her because he was busy with work."Be good, Fi. I'll bring you a gift when I return." That was his message.Fiona sat in the empty palace, her face devoid of emotion. She nodded without asking any questions.Michael only returned to the palace several days later. He looked windswept, almost as if he'd truly been busy with work. He reached out to hold Fiona and leaned down to kiss her as he'd always done, but she dodged him.This took him aback. He sensed something was wrong with her. "What's wrong? Are you upset? Are you mad at me because I haven't spent the past few days with you?"The old Fiona had been cheerful and light-hearted. She loved clinging to him and being coquettish with him. However, she'd stopped doing that in the past two years. He'd almost forgotten that she used to act differently.For some reason,
Fiona clenched her fists tightly. She knew Michael would one day discover the disappearance of her things, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.She remained calm as she answered, "You've got the wrong idea—I'm not going anywhere. I just burned everything because I saw they'd grown moldy."He calmed down a little but still looked uneasy. "Why didn't you tell me about it? Those things were all part of our memories. Could you… Could you bear to part with them?"She looked nonchalant, just as he did when he lied to her. "You've been so busy with your royal duties that I didn't want to disturb you. Besides, I'm still here. I can make those things for you again if you want."Michael finally sagged in relief when he heard that. He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. "Anything that has to do with you will never be a disturbance to me, Fi. Never. Promise that you won't leave me; I'll die without you."Fiona allowed him to hold her as she thought about how he hadn't hesitate
Michael smiled and held Fiona's finger to his lips as he kissed it. "I've been feeling bad about missing your birthday the other day. That's why I've thought of many surprises to make it up to you."Fiona smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Is that so? Thank you."He didn't notice her indifference, though. He brought her out of the palace that night. He seemed to have prepared this for some time. It wasn't a special day, yet there was a night market outside the palace with bright lights and milling crowds.There were also acrobatic acts and people putting on plays. It was a lively affair. Everyone they came across would stop and bow and curtsy politely to her before giving her a protective talisman. Then, they would say, "Happy birthday, Your Highness."After countless birthday wishes, lanterns suddenly flew into the sky. The same sentence was written on all of them. "I wish my darling Fi will live a happy and worry-free life."Michael was so considerate and loving. Fiona would
Fiona couldn't listen anymore. She spun around and headed back inside her bedchamber. She shut her eyes, but tears still seeped through her lashes.It didn't take long for Michael to return. He couldn't see Fiona's pale face and reddened eyes in the darkness. He had no qualms about lying down beside her after having had his fill of another woman.Fiona couldn't fall asleep anymore. She kept telling herself that she only had seven days to go. It would be her last seven days in this world, after which she and Michael would never see each other again.…Michael returned to court when Fiona recovered. He started returning late again, and Lorraine used his love for her to take things further. She started sending daily letters to Fiona, detailing the things she and Michael had done together.They'd seen a play and had a snowball fight. He'd shirked his royal duties to be with her… There were many more. They'd done so many things together that Fiona wondered whether he was doing with Lor
The day before Fiona's departure, she spent a whole day preparing a feast. Michael had always doted on her and treated her like a princess, saying that he wouldn't let her do a single chore. He had indeed kept his word over the years.That was why, despite being the crown princess, Fiona knew nothing about managing the Eastern Hall's daily affairs or doing housework. There was havoc as she prepared the meal—she accidentally sliced her finger when chopping vegetables and got some hot oil on her arm.She was a mess by the time she was done cooking, but at least she'd gotten a proper meal ready.Michael returned to the palace as the evening sun set. He was surprised when he entered the palace and smelled the aroma of food. His expression shifted when he saw the cut and burn on Fiona's hand and arm."How did this happen? Didn't I tell you to leave this to the chefs? Didn't I forbid you from entering the kitchen?" The heartache in his eyes seemed genuine. He lifted her into his arms anx
Lorraine could immediately tell that Michael wasn't his usual self that day. She peeled a grape and placed it between her teeth before tilting her head and leaning close to him.She was young, pretty, and had a hint of sensuality in her eyes. The sweetness of the grape clung to her lips, complementing the lip gloss she had on. Her lips gleamed with moisture—she looked as alluring as Michael loved her to be.He was still distracted, though. His frown deepened, and he turned away to avoid her seduction. Her expression turned displeased as she harrumphed and broke free of his embrace. Then, she asked coquettishly, "Why are you still here if you don't like being here? Who are you thinking of?"Michael didn't pacify her as he usually would. Instead, he gave her an apologetic look, got up, and hurried to the door. He said, "I have something important to attend to. I'll come see you some other time, Lori."Lorraine clenched her fists tightly, making her perfectly manicured nails bite into
Lorraine was pregnant with Michael's child. He and Fiona didn't yet have a child together. There would be no hope of him regaining Fiona's love if she were to hear of this.He said, "Fine. I'll give you whatever you want as long as you abort the child. Don't let Fi hear about this, and don't appear before her for the rest of your life!"Lorraine smiled after hearing what she wanted to hear. She curtsied with a laugh. "Thank you, Your Highness."Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he watched her sashay away. His eyes gleamed with ruthlessness. Once she was out of sight, he summoned a secret guard. "Get rid of her immediately. Get rid of the baby, too. Feed her to the dogs once she's dead. I don't want her to leave any trace in this world!"Lorraine was nothing but a plaything he'd taken a fancy to because of her good looks. She was courting death, thinking that she could threaten him with a child and even try to kick Fiona out of the picture.Soon, a blood-curdling scream rang out
Fiona didn't dare to go to the counter—the money had appeared out of nowhere, after all. Though she knew the system would have a way to resolve that issue, she still felt diffident.She went to the ATM to check her balance. Her heart raced when she saw all the zeroes, and it took her a while to wrap her mind around the amount.The one thing she wanted to do right then and there was purchase a house of her own. Though the memories had now faded, she could still vaguely remember the feeling of living under someone else's roof when in Michael's world. So, she headed straight to the real estate sales office.The realtor looked at her doubtfully and asked, "Where are your parents, young lady? Are you going to view the houses yourself?"The sales office was for one of the most expensive developments in the city. The residential area had the best security and environment. More importantly, it was close to where Fiona was interning.Though she could now live out the rest of her life witho
"I'm at Ebony Beach right now," Fiona said as she buried her face behind the high collar of her windbreaker. Her voice was glum as she continued, "When are you coming?"Wilson checked his flight ticket before replying with a smile, "Well, it can't be helped. I need to focus on the renovation work for your house, you know. I don't want to be paid for doing nothing. I might only be able to join you when you move to the next country. Don't be too reliant on me. Enjoy yourself—"Fiona ended the call in a huff.She and Wilson had traveled to about four or five countries together before a problem came up with her house. Wilson had no choice but to fly back, making two transfers before he finally got back to the country.Meanwhile, apart from hiding the plane ticket he already got from Fiona, Wilson was also hiding a ring in his pocket. He had only bought one because he was going to propose to Fiona, and he would be fine no matter what her response was. Either way, this ring was for him.
"After saying that, he said a lot of other things I didn't understand," Fiona said exasperatedly. "It'll be good if he never shows up in front of me again."She had finally freed herself from all those messy things. She didn't want to have to be reminded of them anymore.Wilson knew that Michael was going to die, but he selfishly didn't want to tell Fiona that.His mission wasn't to marry Fiona or anything. There was only one goal he had to complete, and that was to make her happy.Happiness could be achieved in many ways. In the beginning, Wilson wanted to get Fiona to accept his love so that he could shower her with care and affection to keep her happy. But over time, he slowly realized just how wonderful she was. It was from then that he couldn't bear to trick her into feeling happy because of his pretense. He didn't want it to just be a part of a mission.Therefore, he didn't want to force Fiona into anything. He genuinely wanted to treat her well."Now that you've resigned,
Looking rather conflicted, Wilson opened his mouth to speak, but at the very next second, he trembled violently and fell to the floor. He winced in pain as his body kept spasming.Alarmed, Fiona reached out to help him up, but he swiftly rolled away from her. Gasping as if he had been through a great deal of pain, he said with a rueful smile, "Don't touch me. You'll get electrocuted."Instantly, Fiona figured out what was happening, and she was filled with remorse.The system wouldn't allow its operative to mention anything related to its programming. It would electrocute the operative to stop it from happening. Fiona had nearly blurted something out in the past, only to end up getting zapped with electricity. The pain had been unbearable.It took some time before Wilson finally recovered. Once he felt better, he sat on the floor and looked up at Fiona, saying, "I'm sorry."He was sorry he couldn't tell her and for lying to her at the start. Although he couldn't say that aloud, hi
Fiona's mind was all fuzzy and jumbled up. She knew it was possible for someone to fall in love with their mission target. She had done it herself after all, so why couldn't she believe Wilson?Perhaps Michael was to blame for that.Still, Wilson looked serious. He confessed his love for her as solemnly as if he were proposing to her or declaring his marriage vows to her."Fiona," Wilson said before pressing his cool lips against the back of her hand. "Don't reject me."Cheeks flushed, Fiona looked away and pulled her hand back, saying, "Give me some time to think. Don't force me."Wilson obligingly stood up, his tall figure looking meek and obedient. He had brought medicine for her and even gave her candy to bribe her with, as if she were a child.Once Fiona took the medication, her head didn't seem to hurt as much. She looked at Wilson and asked, "How did you know I was sick?"Wilson knew where she was staying because he had dropped her off on the motorbike the other night, bu
The rational side of Fiona was telling her that Michael was capable of coming up with any kind of story he wanted, but the emotional side of her couldn't help but recall all the details of her every encounter with Wilson.Had all those coincidental meetings and sweet moments been created on purpose, just like she had once done?Still, regardless of what Wilson was, Fiona wouldn't forgive Michael anyway. She pushed his hands off her and shook her head, saying, "I don't know if you're telling the truth. I'll ask him about it myself. But even so, why should I leave with you? Am I supposed to give you another chance to hurt me, Michael?""Fi, I've really learned from my mistakes," Michael hastily declared. "You're still so young. Just give me another chance, please? I really miss you so much.""What does my youth have to do with you?" Fiona shot back, feeling rather mystified by his behavior. "Was I not young enough back in the world where I met you? Didn't I end up wasting all of my t
No matter how great the weekend was, Fiona still had to head to work and deal with the mess at the office. She knew that she might be subjected to her housemates' inquisitive looks if she went back to the house, so she stayed at a hotel instead.She could hazard a guess as to who had sent that email, but without any evidence to back her up, she had to set her suspicions aside for now.Fiona headed to the office as usual. When she arrived, her colleagues all fell silent mid-conversation. Several probing gazes landed on her, and Eunice quickly ran over, asking, "Where have you been staying the last two days, Fi?""I got myself a hotel room," Fiona replied with a pleasant smile. "Is that answer to your satisfaction?""Why would you say that?" Eunice asked awkwardly.Fiona didn't reply. She wasn't the kind of person who would stir up drama for no reason, but that didn't mean she would take things lying down either. If the matter couldn't be settled properly, she would just see it to t
Fiona was taken aback.The fire was reflected in Wilson's eyes, making them flicker with light. After a while, he chuckled and said, "The experts say there might be a meteor shower tonight, but it's not a guarantee. Will you be mad if it doesn't happen after all?"Fiona shook her head. A warm, fuzzy feeling filled her heart. Wilson was acting like a child who wanted to share everything of interest he could find with her. It made her feel important to him.Wilson didn't need money, so it wasn't as though the sales she brought in for the bar were much of a motivator for him. Why was he treating her so well then?The answer that seemed the most obvious made Fiona's heart pound. She recalled the terrible blunder she had made with her last relationship. There was still a mess at the office that she needed to deal with, but as if eloping, she came running out to the middle of nowhere to see a meteor shower that may not even happen.It was ludicrous yet exciting all the same.Fiona's ph
No matter how cool a motorbike was, there was a limit to its speed. Wilson and Fiona were on the road for half an hour before they arrived at their destination.Fiona was rather stunned by the location they were in.Wilson had taken her to the edge of the city. It was possible that having lived the first two decades of her life in severe hardship led to her never realizing that a concrete city could still be home to a forest.The leaves rustled as the evening breeze caressed the trees. The moonlight lit up the ground, basking everything in a glow of faint light.Wilson looked to the side, his gaze falling on Fiona's gaping mouth. Smiling, he asked, "Do you like it here?"Fiona couldn't speak. All she could do was nod earnestly."There's even more fun to come," he said before taking her hand.While it was beautiful out here, it was still in the middle of nowhere. Fiona fidgeted nervously, to which Wilson responded by tightening his grip on her hand and asking softly, "Do you know
After talking to Geraldine, Fiona found out that the entire company had received that email, and it couldn't be traced back to its sender. Thus, the company management had no choice but to quickly try and resolve the matter instead.Geraldine had been the one who confirmed Fiona's permanent position with the company, so she knew there was little veracity to the claims in that email. Nevertheless, she had to ask, "Those things said in the email are all untrue, right?"Exhaling softly, Fiona said glumly, "Not all. I did go drinking at the bar."She did buy a house too, but she chose not to bring that up. At the end of the day, she believed in not flaunting one's wealth.Geraldine looked a little helpless. "That's your personal life. The company has no say in that. All that matters is the rest are all untrue. You can go back to work now. This isn't a big deal. We'll do our best to get to the bottom of things."Fiona nodded and went back to her desk. She figured the sender of the emai