I waited for a long time before finally getting out of bed to confirm that they had actually left.Wendy had informed Steven, who was waiting downstairs and in the parking garage, hoping to capture some useful footage.That night, I couldn't sleep at all, but I had to pretend to be asleep. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I dozed off in a daze.Early the next morning, I opened my eyes to see Max sitting by my bedside. He looked disheveled, with stubble on his face, clearly exhausted. When he saw me wake up, he quickly stood up and held my hand, his voice filled with concern, "Honey, you're awake? How do you feel?"Max's acting was incredibly impressive. He had perfected it to an art form. But if he was going to put on a show, so would I.I pretended not to know, "Why am I in the hospital... My head hurts.""You really worry me. Your fever reached forty degrees." Max looked at me with a pained expression, his brow furrowed. "I stayed up all night watching over you, afraid som
Max didn't leave immediately. Instead, he stood by the door, listening in on my conversation with Wendy.Conveniently, there was a mirror near the door. From the outside, it was impossible to see inside, but from inside, I could see anyone outside. Wendy, being quick-witted as she is, understood my intention and immediately changed her tone. "Do you think that jerk Max might hold a grudge against me? I was really angry just now. You had a fever of forty degrees! How was he taking care of you? It makes me so mad!""Wendy, don't insult my husband!" I played along. "You were too harsh just now! I know you were angry, but he's innocent. Didn't you see how exhausted he looked? He stayed up all night taking care of me, probably didn't even get a wink of sleep.""I was just worried about you! You suddenly got hospitalized, of course I was anxious!" Wendy pretended to feel guilty. "Maybe I should apologize to him later? But Max knows my personality; he's always been forgiving. He shouldn't
"Speak plainly, enough with the philosophical crap," Wendy rolled her eyes at me."I just mean I don't have enough evidence to ensure Max ends up in jail, so I have to wait for now...""That's true," Wendy pondered, "but how long will we have to wait? The longer this goes on, the more chances for mistakes.""I don't know," I said with a sigh. "We'll take it one step at a time.""I bet that despicable Max can't hold out for long. His mistress is so desperate she came to the hospital. He's probably eager to get rid of you." Wendy frowned, her pretty face wrinkled with worry. "Jen, you need to be careful. If there's any sign of trouble from Max, you tell me. Don't try to handle it alone!""I know. Stephen told me that the law needs concrete evidence. I'll find the proof to convict Max!" I said, remembering Wendy introduced me to Stephen. "Thank you, Wendy. Without your connections, I wouldn't have been able to get someone like Stephen.""You're welcome," Wendy smiled, though there w
I'm not overly suspicious, but when Max suggested a honeymoon trip, my first thought was: Is he planning to kill me?With thoughts of infidelity, a hefty insurance policy, the death of our child, and even drugging my milk, it's hard not to think along those lines.So, why does Max suddenly want to take me on a trip?Did I give something away?Why isn't he waiting for my inheritance?Is he in such a rush because his mistress gave him an ultimatum after last night?I suppressed my surprise and asked in a casual tone, "Hmm? Why the sudden urge to go on a trip?"Max, in an overly enthusiastic manner, hugged my shoulders and said, "Well, our anniversary is coming up, and my schedule is packed for the next two months. The project deadlines are tight, so I won't have time off to be with you! I thought we could go soon. I've been wanting to take you out, but the project kept me tied up.""But aren't you working with Haili soon? Mr. Sullivan from Hamptom gives a rare opportunity like th
For the next three days, I stayed in the hospital for observation. Max went to the office during the day and visited me in the evenings. He informed me that he had planned out our trip to Cintail Mountain, listing all the exciting activities and delicious food we could enjoy there.On the day I was supposed to be discharged, Max got called in by Mr. Sullivan from Hamptom at the last minute. I was thrilled and quickly asked Wendy to come and pick me up instead.Wendy arrived straight from the office, looking impeccably polished. Her makeup was flawless, and her seemingly casual hairstyle was meticulously arranged, with every strand perfectly in place. Her white pearl necklace and earrings complemented her Hepburn-style little black dress, emanating elegance and sophistication. She carried a white blazer over her arm and a branded bag in her hand, appearing every bit the high-powered professional.Wendy's composed and capable demeanor made her seem more like an investment banker than
I was puzzled. Why was Luke here? Was he visiting someone or was he sick himself?Before I could ponder further, Wendy pulled up in her car.Noticing me looking around, she asked, "What are you looking at?"As I got in the car and fastened my seatbelt, I replied, "Wendy, I think I just saw Luke.""You must be mistaken. Why would Luke Walker come to a place like this?" Wendy teased. "People like him, if they need a hospital, would go to upscale private ones or have family doctors. Besides, didn't you say he bought a small villa near your old family home? His office is 20 or 30 kilometers from here. Why would he be here? You definitely saw wrong."Wendy's analysis made sense—I must have been mistaken.Then Wendy suddenly asked, "By the way, Jen, did you know Luke before?""What do you mean by before?" I said. "You know he's my dad's student and used to come to our house.""No, I mean besides that.""No, why do you ask?""Just remembered something from a long time ago.""What i
I was taken aback by what Wendy said, but deep down, I couldn't believe that the "her" Luke referred to was me. How could I have any connection to the high and mighty Luke Walker?Wendy continued, "Then they started fighting, and the nurses had to pull them apart. At the time, I didn't think much of it. But why would Luke say he knew you first? And Max didn't even argue. Lately, you've been saying you run into Luke a lot, and it reminded me of this."I stayed silent.Wendy looked at me, puzzled. "Think carefully, did you know Luke before? Maybe you just don't remember."I shook my head firmly. "I really don't know him. Maybe you misheard.""Really?" Wendy seemed uncertain. "Could it have been someone else they were talking about? Who else would Max and Luke fight over?""Wendy, Max never told me it was Luke who saved me. When I asked him, he said it was a fellow student who pushed me out of the way when the frame fell. I remember being pushed from behind and seeing only the pants
Wendy drove us to a nearby leisure district, where we found a garden restaurant for brunch.Once we were seated and had placed our orders, I shared Max's plan with Wendy.Upon hearing everything, Wendy set her coffee cup down and expressed disagreement with my decision to go. "Jen, I believe this guy has bad intentions. Going alone would be like walking into a trap. We can't give him that opportunity.""I understand," I reassured her. "I know Max probably has hidden motives, but Wendy, this might be my only chance to make him confess.""You're taking a huge risk," Wendy said, raising an eyebrow. "I can't allow you to do that.""Wendy, these past few months have been agonizing. Every night, I close my eyes and all I can see is my baby lying in that cold storage.""Jen, I know you're suffering. But your baby is in heaven now, watching over you, and wouldn't want to see you like this," Wendy said gently. "Every child is their mother's angel. Your baby is up there, silently blessing
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