Luke chuckled softly, a fleeting smile crossing his face.Noticing that there weren't many dishes on the table, I decided to use the restaurant's online menu to order more for Luke. Memories suddenly resurfaced of him frequently dining at my house, enjoying our housekeeper's pork ribs and braised cauliflower, which were his favorites and dishes my dad always had prepared for him. So, I ordered those.When the dishes arrived, Luke looked surprised but started eating.My thoughts were simple: Luke had helped me so much, even losing a ten-thousand-dollar suit today. He shouldn't have to settle for just a plate of plain salad. Isn't this my way of showing gratitude?With a bit of alcohol warming us up, everyone's cheeks were rosy. Through the steam from the pot, Luke seemed more down-to-earth tonight. He wore a simple white shirt, sleeves rolled up, revealing strong, well-defined wrists. On his left wrist was a vintage Patek Philippe watch with a brown leather strap—elegant and underst
I admired Wendy's boldness for asking such personal questions. Luke didn't seem like the type who enjoyed people prying into his private life. Whenever we touched on such topics, I would quickly change the subject. I guess it's because I've always had a certain reverence for Luke, influenced by Max's high regard for him.Luke picked up his glass, clinked it against Wendy's, and said candidly, "I've always been single."Both Wendy and I were shocked and exchanged a look of mutual surprise.Wendy pressed on, "You're not telling me you've never had a girlfriend, right? Still holding onto your first crush? Or maybe you're still a—"She didn't finish the sentence, but knowing Wendy as well as I did, I knew she was about to ask if he was still a virgin. But she stopped herself and said instead, "Still clueless about relationships?"Luke asked, "Is that a problem?"Wendy took a sharp breath. "You're truly a marvel."Luke responded coolly, "You flatter me."Wendy wasn't deterred. "Do y
"..." I thought, serves him right for being single all this time. But then I realized, men as deeply affectionate as Luke are rare these days. How could any girl be blind enough to overlook him?"Exactly, she must be blind! But don't worry, fate has a funny way of working things out. Who knows, one day everything might change for the better," Wendy said, patting my shoulder. "Come on, let's raise a toast to Luke, the true romantic!"We clinked glasses, laughing and joking.After a few rounds of drinks, I lost track of everything, slipping into a blurry haze. The next morning, I woke up with gaps in my memory—what people call a blackout.Seeing Wendy asleep beside me, I was puzzled. I got up quietly to wash up, trying to recall how Wendy had managed to get me home.Nothing came to mind.When I came out, Wendy was awake, sitting up in bed, looking groggy. "Jen, never again will I drink with you. How is it possible that your tolerance is this low?"I felt like I had been struck by
I nodded, considering whether to tell Luke to go back and rest, but the words caught in my throat. I was afraid to meet his dark, intense gaze.Taylor handed me a detailed list of talking points for my meeting with Max. She sighed and said, "But Max might not cooperate. Attorney York suggested that you find what Max cares about most and use it as leverage. Ms. Middleton, can you think of Max's weak spot?"I pondered deeply. Over the years, Max had never shown any vulnerabilities in front of me. However, I knew that his upbringing had a significant impact on him, given his personality. He had once revealed that his father died early, and growing up in the village, his family faced discrimination and bullying. These experiences made him fiercely independent and determined to succeed.His mother, Annie, had endured many hardships to support her four children, and despite her flaws, Max often indulged her. While Max wasn't blindly filial, he did have a deep love and sympathy for Annie.
"From the day I got here, I've been waiting for your visit," Max stated, his gaze fixed on me, a mixture of interest and satisfaction in his eyes. "That night, we were both too overwhelmed with emotions. We never got the chance to talk things through.""Well, now that you know why I'm here, let's get straight to the point. There's no need for us to meet repeatedly, only to increase our mutual disgust," I calmly replied, staring directly at him. "Isn't that right, Max?"Max licked his lips and sneered. "Jen, your haughty attitude reminds me so much of Professor Middleton. It's the trait I despise the most.""I met Cindy," I bluntly stated, getting to the heart of the matter."And?" Max's expression remained disdainful."Cindy's version of events differs significantly from yours," I recounted what Cindy had told me, detailing her calculated approach to Max and the timeline of their relationship.Max interrupted me with a sneer. "Yes, I lied to you. Cindy and I met long before I let
I was shocked to hear this news. Max and Professor Xander had an affair in her office?I stared at Max, wide-eyed and unable to comprehend such a scandalous revelation. Professor Xander was Max's PhD advisor and a respected professor in the finance department at Johnsonville University. She was a widow, over twenty years older than Max.I often visited Max in the finance department while we were together, and I had met Professor Xander a few times. My father knew her as well and would occasionally attend meetings with her. She always struck me as a reserved and unassuming woman, always dressed modestly, with neatly trimmed hair and black-framed glasses. I even attended a couple of her public lectures when I was minoring in finance. She appeared dedicated, traditional, and conservative in her approach to academics.The idea of her having an affair with Max was beyond my comprehension. How could this be possible?Max sneered, "Jen, there's no need to be so shocked. By now, you should
Once my father exposed Max's affair with Professor Xander, it not only jeopardized his chances of graduating, but also subjected his admission to the PhD program to re-examination. Even if he had been initially accepted based on his own merits, the scandal would cast doubt on his entire academic career.Simultaneously, Professor Xander would face dismissal for abusing her position, which would be a major disgrace for Johnsonville University.It's no surprise that shortly after, Max graduated with his PhD and Professor Xander resigned. No one knew where she went.Internally, I was shocked by Max's despicable actions, far worse than anything I had imagined. He was a completely different person from the bright, optimistic boy I once knew. It was as if he had become a stranger, someone utterly repugnant.I sneered, "Have you confessed all of this to the police?""Yes, I have. But what difference does it make? My crimes have already been determined. Talking more won't change anything,"
Max is a smart person. A subtle suggestion was all it took for him to connect the dots. His face turned pale, and his eyes reflected a whirlwind of disbelief, sudden realization, and shock.The range of emotions in his eyes was truly captivating.In that moment, I felt a surge of satisfaction, as if justice was being served.Without warning, Max tightly gripped the bars, his eyes bloodshot, and shouted, "Jen, you're lying! You're lying to me! Cindy couldn't have just used me!"The guard swiftly intervened, pulling Max back and instructing him to sit down quietly. He warned that if Max didn't comply, the visit would be cut short."Max, please calm down. I came here to tell you the truth. After the trial, our paths will never cross again. So, for the sake of the seven years we spent together, even though you have wronged me, I wanted to give you the complete picture. We have been through so much, and you deserve to know the truth before it all comes to an end." I smiled faintly. "Co
We both knew how we felt about each other, but neither of us made the first move to confess.“I gave birth to him in circumstances I couldn’t control,” Molly said, her hands tightly clutching her cup, fingers unconsciously tracing its edge. “I used to think about fighting back against the people who hurt me, but reality forced me to wake up. I couldn’t afford to lose everything.”She hesitated, her gaze dropping. “There are things from back then that I just can’t bring myself to tell him.”When I arranged for Luke and Molly to spend some time alone, the two of them mostly sat in silence.“Mrs. Walker couldn’t have children for years after her marriage. Luke was just a tool to help her secure her place in the family,” Molly explained.Mr. Walker was handsome, wealthy, and from a good family. After getting married, women constantly threw themselves at him. According to the information Wendy had dug up, Landon didn’t exactly push them away.In such a situation, Mrs. Walker, Ashleigh
Molly poured four glasses of juice and sat across from Luke.She looked like she wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.I gave Ian a quick look.Ian took a sip of his juice and said, “Miss, the juice is sweet and sour—it’s so good!”“Drink it up, and I’ll pour you some more,” Molly offered.Luke interjected, “It’s almost time to rest. Don’t drink too much juice.”“I’m sorry, I don’t have experience taking care of kids,” Molly said, lowering her head. After a pause, she quietly repeated, “I’m sorry.”She was probably thinking of Luke as a baby.I clutched my stomach, pretending to wince. “Excuse me, Molly. My stomach hurts; I need to head back to my room.”As I stood, I grabbed Ian’s wrist.Ian caught on quickly. “Jen is a girl. She’ll get scared going back alone—I have to go with her.”Not giving Luke a chance to respond, I opened the door and said, “Mr. Walker, you stay and chat with Molly. Ian and I will be back in a bit.”In the hallway, Ian looked thoug
Molly wasn’t the type to make things difficult for others. She didn’t give the hotel manager a hard time.After the staff left, Molly turned to thank Luke and me. “Thank you for staying with me and helping me handle this.”Luke glanced at her but didn’t say anything.The silence grew awkward, so I quickly broke it. “You don’t have to thank us. We didn’t really do much.”“Would you like to come in and sit for a while?” Molly invited us into her room.Before either of us could respond, Ian, who’d been holding back his excitement, eagerly chimed in, “Yes, yes! Let’s go!”I sighed internally.Molly finally noticed the little one in Luke’s arms. “And who’s this?”“I’m Ian Lloyd,” he introduced himself cheerfully.But the moment he got a good look at Molly’s face, he let out a small “Huh?” and then turned to look at Luke.Luke frowned slightly, and their eyes met—a silent understanding passing between them. Ian immediately shut his mouth and swallowed whatever he’d been about to sa
Five hours later, we arrived in Sharonville.Before the trip, Luke had everything arranged. After landing, we took a car to the hotel he’d booked in advance.In the hotel lobby, we ran into Molly. She was walking with two middle-aged men in sharp suits, smiling as she chatted with them.When her eyes met Luke’s, her smile froze for a moment, then slowly softened as she stared at him without blinking.Luke didn’t acknowledge her. He walked right past, brushing by her shoulder as though she wasn’t there. From the corner of my eye, I saw her eyes redden.The two men exchanged glances but didn’t say anything. That night, however, they sent two young, handsome men to Molly’s room.Our room was on the same floor as Molly’s. After dinner out, we returned to the hotel and saw her standing at her door with the two young men.Their faces were powdered with heavy makeup, and they looked eager to please, practically glued to her.My thoughts immediately took a less innocent turn.Luke co
Amy messaging me at this hour was probably another complaint about other agencies trying to poach her, or how stressed she was about it all.The underlying message? She wanted me to contact Mr. Lloyd to secure better resources for her—a thinly veiled threat, essentially.Since several popular artists left One Entertainment, the company’s resources had started to dwindle.Mr. Lloyd’s return wasn’t just because of his love for acting. He also wanted to support the company’s artists, giving them more opportunities to shine.Amy had already begun to stand out. If she simply focused on honing her craft and stayed patient, she’d get her share of the spotlight.When Mr. Lloyd founded the company, his goal was to grow it into a powerhouse that protected its artists. Now, he had adopted a more laid-back approach: if an artist wanted to leave, they just needed to pay the penalty fee.Amy’s tactics wouldn’t change anything.I went back to reading my book.My phone buzzed again, and I ass
Mr. Lloyd's words carried a hint of reassurance for me.“Jen, Uncle asked me to create a travel itinerary!”Luke had been telling Ian lots of stories about Sharonville, and Ian had also looked up a ton of information online. He now knew every street in the city and how many shops were on each one.Carefully folding his sweaters, Ian placed them neatly into his suitcase, which was decorated with a cheerful Doraemon sticker.“I’m really looking forward to your travel guide, Ian!”“I’ve already finished most of it!” Ian was a serious little worker who never did things half-heartedly. If he said it was nearly done, he was probably putting on the finishing touches.I praised him warmly.“Jen, since the three of us are traveling together, we need to consider everyone’s preferences and suggestions.”“So, you want to get my input to finalize it?”“Exactly.”“Well, wherever you want to go is where I want to go. This trip, I’ll leave the planning to you.”Luke had work to handle in Shar
For the past few days, Luke has been picking me up and dropping me off at work.Reporters often linger outside One Entertainment, and it took a lot of effort for rumors about me and Luke to die down. I didn’t want them to resurface.Luke understood my concerns, so he always parked his car a block away from the company. Once he sent me a message, I’d grab Ian and head over.That evening, Luke prepared another full table of dishes for dinner.Ever since things thawed between us, I hadn’t said much during meals, but the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.“She’s already in Sharonville,” Luke said.“Hasn’t she been out of the country for years? Will she be safe there alone?”He was talking about Molly.The Walker family has been a prominent family in Sharonville for generations, with deep-rooted connections and influence. Mrs. Walker is a respected figure, and many people in Sharonville owe her favors. It wouldn’t be surprising if someone decided to teach Molly a lesson on
I watched the behind-the-scenes footage, and Mr. Lloyd looked great. After stepping out of the spotlight for a few years, his demeanor has become even more composed and sophisticated, perfectly matching the calm and collected surgeon he portrays in the show.“He’s as brilliant as ever,” Beatrice said, her eyes filled with admiration. “As long as the co-stars hold their ground, this show is bound to be a hit.”“He has an exceptional eye for picking scripts,” she added, her gaze glued to the screen.I didn’t interrupt her. Instead, I got up and went to the kitchen to check on Ian’s progress.For someone so young, Ian took everything seriously. Standing on a small stool to make up for his height, he carefully worked on brewing coffee, his movements precise and methodical.“Waiter Number One, Ian Lloyd, at your service. Your oat latte will be ready soon,” he announced cheekily.I laughed at his playful tone and played along. “Waiter Number Two will now deliver orange juice to Mr. Ian
While Beatrice chatted with Ian, I brought the gifts to the living room."You're too kind, Ms. Middleton.""Ian bought these with his pocket money."I winked at Ian.He caught on quickly, nodding.Beatrice warmly invited me to sit.Fresh fruit and two plates of nuts were on the coffee table.She placed a fruit bowl before me. "Yesterday's blueberries are fresh—crisp and sweet."The large blueberries were covered in bloom. I took one and made space for Beatrice."What would you like? Coffee or juice?""Fresh orange juice for me, and Jen likes oat milk latte," Ian said, playing with a doll, squishing its face into different shapes.Suddenly remembering our earlier conversation, he dropped the doll and ran to the kitchen. "I've learned lots from Jen. I can make juice and coffee!"Beatrice praised him: "How impressive!"She started toward the kitchen, concerned.I held her arm. "Ian's a quick learner. He does everything properly. We can trust him.""He gets along so well wit