Luke's front door was wide open, and he was standing there, looking at Goofy lying on the ground."I wonder if Luke has any experience with pets at all. Goofy needs rest and medication, not to be outside," I thought.I tugged on the leash. "Come on, sweetie, let's go over there."Samoyeds are highly sensitive to other dogs. Before I finished speaking, he had already spotted Goofy and bolted in his direction, restrained only by the leash in my hand.Goofy, being timid, was lying there looking like a wilted flower. Hearing the commotion, he quickly opened his eyes and moved closer to Luke.Goofy was clearly unwell and not his usual agile self. I picked up my Samoyed to keep him from disturbing Goofy, and stopped about three meters away to avoid stressing Goofy further.Luke turned to me, "You're still up?""I'm walking my dog and was just about to head back." I pointed at Goofy. "He's sick and needs rest. You should wait until he feels better before taking him out.""He's worse t
When I mentioned this to Wendy later, she was amazed. She said that now women in Johnsonville would envy Luke's dog even more.Goofy needed IV treatments for the next few days. Since it was late, Luke and I left Goofy in the hospital after leaving our contact information.The streets were nearly empty past midnight. Exhausted and sleepy, I called a car on my phone. As soon as I got in, I leaned against the back seat and quickly fell asleep.When I woke up, I was lying on the back seat, covered with Luke's black suit jacket. Still a bit groggy from sleep, I touched the jacket and noticed its high-quality and faint smell of tobacco.I remembered going with Luke to take Goofy to the vet and calling a car for the return trip, but everything else was a blur.Not sure how long I had been asleep, I slowly sat up. Outside, the sky was beginning to lighten. Luke was leaning against the car, so I knocked on the window to get his attention."Where are we now?" I asked, opening the door and
The sun peeked over the horizon, casting a calm, gentle light across the misty sea. Its red glow spilled across the water, transforming its orange-red surface into a glittering expanse of golden waves in just two minutes. It was a breathtaking spectacle."It's so beautiful!" I exclaimed.I had watched the sunrise with Max back in school, but it was nowhere near as awe-inspiring as this.Luke smiled slightly.Immersed in the beauty, my fatigue faded away. However, as the sun climbed higher in the sky, I quickly checked the time on my phone.7:30! Oh no, I'm going to be late!"Jen, it's the weekend. We have a day off," Luke reminded me."Right, I completely forgot it's the weekend," I admitted. How could I forget that Luke, a workaholic, wouldn't be watching the sunrise if today were a workday?"Let's head back."Luke glanced at the driver, who immediately understood and approached the car with a smile. "Boss, where to now?""Let's go to the Dolcetto Cafe near Johnsonville Univ
Since Annie came to Johnsonville, she forbade me from going to the nursing home. She believed it was more important for me to stay home and take care of her than to take care of the residents at the nursing home. At that time, I tolerated her demands to keep Max from being caught in the middle. Looking back now, I realize how foolish I was."That's great! Anytime works for me, Jen," Patty eagerly replied."Let's meet at the nursing home at two," I confirmed.After ending the call, I spent a couple of hours reading before heading out to buy gifts.At exactly two o'clock, I arrived at the nursing home. The taxi driver kindly helped me unload the gifts from the trunk."Jen, why did you buy so many things?" Patty asked, her face beaming with joy as she greeted me. She had arrived a bit earlier."I haven't seen them in a while. This is just a small token of my appreciation.""You may not have seen them in a while, but you still send money every month. You're not related to them, yet
I couldn't contain my laughter. It felt amazing to have someone defend me."Jen, is she the woman who destroyed your family?" Mrs. Foster asked."Yes, she is!" I responded, following Mrs. Foster's lead. I couldn't let her efforts go to waste. "She's always around. I can't avoid her even if I try.""You awful woman! Are you bullying Jen because she doesn't have a family?" Mrs. Foster grabbed the sewing basket from the table and hurled it at Mandy. "Let me tell you, everyone here at the nursing home is Jen's family. If you bully her, you're bullying all of us!""You shameless person! Look at your clothes. You don't belong here. Get out before you make a mess of this place!" Mrs. Todd, still lively in her fifties, stood up to drive Mandy away."You've misunderstood. I'm not Jen's husband's lover. I...""I know you're the official wife now. You succeeded in your scheme! Pah!""It's not what you think. I...""Don't give me that nonsense about unrequited love being the real mistress.
"Jen, I grew up in a foster home and joined Mulligan after graduation. I thought that if I worked hard, my life would improve. But after three years, I'm still just a design assistant, doing menial tasks. My designs always end up in the trash," Patty said, her expression pained."Whenever something goes wrong, I'm the scapegoat. I'm always the one working overtime, but never on the list for a raise. I'm tired of this job.""Patty, you told me about your work situation before, and I had Wendy find you a new job, but you turned it down, saying you didn't want to adapt to a new environment."I remembered Wendy had found her a position as a designer at Origin Real Estate. Although Origin was smaller than Mulligan at the time, its founder was the son of a well-known wealthy entrepreneur in Johnsonville. There were many rumors about Origin; some said the founder wasn't serious and wouldn't last long, while others believed the company had strong backing. Wendy, knowing the founder well, be
When I arrived at the Pet Pavilion, I saw Luke standing at the entrance, talking on the phone. He looked different from his usual business attire, wearing a black tracksuit and styled hair that made him appear a few years younger.In that moment, I felt a sense of déjà vu. Years ago, I had seen him in a similar outfit at my house. Luke could pull off anything, even a simple tracksuit, with his tall frame, broad shoulders, and narrow waist. Back then, he had stood under a wall of blooming roses, lost in thought with his hands in his pockets. At that time, I was focused on Max and barely noticed Luke. However, that brief glimpse of him had left a lasting impression on me. The memory felt so vivid, as if it had happened just yesterday, despite the passage of years and the many changes that had occurred.I overheard a snippet of Luke's phone conversation, so I positioned myself a bit further away to avoid eavesdropping. When Luke spotted me, he ended the call."Sorry for the inconvenien
"At least you're luckier than me. My parents..." Patty began, but I cut her off.Patty had told me about her difficult childhood more than once. When I was still naive, her story had deeply moved me. However, after experiencing the darker sides of human nature, I realized Patty was using her story to gain my sympathy."Patty, I used to feel a lot of sympathy for you because of your background, and I did everything I could to help you. But we barely know each other, and I don't owe you anything," I firmly said."Jen, I'm not saying you owe me. Some things are easy for you but could change my life. If you won't talk to Mrs. Muller about me, can you help me get a job at Origin Real Estate?""..." She thought getting into Origin was as easy as walking into a market?"I recently sent my resume to Origin, but I got rejected in the interview stage. If I couldn't get in myself, how could I help you?""But you...""Origin is different now. You have work experience, so you could try apply
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