I was stunned—he was teasing me on purpose!The car pulled up in front of my house, and just as I was about to get out, Luke’s deep, magnetic voice came again, “You’re smarter than they are. Your only weakness is that you lack their experience.”“Thanks for the not-so-genuine compliment, Mr. Walker!” His words instantly lifted my mood. I couldn’t help but smile as I took my suitcase from Peter.Luke watched me as I walked to my door, and just before I closed it, he said, “Doggo’s been missing you these past few days.”“I’ll pick him up later.”Doggo was staying with Luke. The thought of seeing Luke again later made me smile even brighter as I walked away.As I took a few steps, Luke’s voice echoed in my mind: "Doggo’s been missing you..."And what about him? Did he miss me too?—A week later, my peaceful life was disrupted again. Uncle Paul was dead.He died from, of all things, an overly energetic session in bed with his girlfriend.When Penelope called to tell me, I c
Aunt Karen and my cousin had already been cremated, so even if the police wanted to investigate, there wouldn’t be much to go on. The only chance now was with Uncle Paul’s body—it couldn’t be cremated yet!I quickly called the local police, but knowing they’d take time to respond, I figured it would be faster to contact the village officials. I dialed Penelope to ask for their contact info.I didn’t mention my suspicions about the Stewarts. Without any real evidence to suggest they were involved, I made up an excuse. “No matter what, he’s still my uncle. I need to arrange a wreath or something for the funeral.”“I’ll send you my neighbour’s contact details,” Penelope replied, her voice low and lifeless, like all the energy had been drained from her.Earlier, some reporters had reached out to Director Johnson, asking him to confirm whether the guests had their phones taken away during filming, just as Penelope claimed. He gave vague, evasive answers. But Jethro had already made it c
I'd just seen some of fans shipping for Jethro and Penelope defending her in the comments under the conspiracy theory post. They even attached her schedule from when her cousin and Uncle Paul died, proving she had no time to commit any crime. With their supporters battling against those slandering Penelope, at least she wouldn't face the same overwhelming backlash as before.After hanging up, I immediately contacted the neighbour. As soon as I explained who I was, I tried to ask him to delay Uncle Paul's funeral and secure the body.But the neighbour, in a tone that sounded like he was expecting praise, said, "Your uncle's funeral is already done.""So quickly?"Hearing that felt like being drenched with ice-cold water."Penelope asked for everything to be simple. His death wasn't exactly dignified, and she didn't want it to cause too much gossip. We didn't want his memory to be tarnished, so a few of us in town arranged to have him cremated right away."It's over. Everything's r
"You'll be putting yourself in danger by getting involved," Luke said. He and Wendy were both capable of handling things, while I felt like a bystander. I didn’t want to be a sheltered flower, always needing protection. My voice was firm. "I’ll be careful. I won’t put myself in harm's way.""No matter what happens, always put your safety first," Luke reminded me. "Don’t act impulsively. If anything dangerous comes up, contact me immediately.""Anything else?" I asked, trying to appear serious and attentive.Luke’s usually stern face softened a bit. "Yes, there’s more.""Why do you have so many demands?" I said, half-joking, half-flirty. The teasing tone in my voice made me cringe internally, wanting to disappear.I blushed and was just about to make an excuse to leave when Luke asked, "Have you been in touch with Henry?""Not yet." Henry, that unreliable guy, had promised to arrange a meeting soon, but now he wasn’t answering calls or responding to emails. "He met with Mr.
I slowed down my car, pulling over to the side of the road to see if I could help. Just then, a cheer went up—someone had pulled the driver from the wreck.I stopped in my tracks as a tall figure, carrying the rescued driver, rushed toward a nearby van. "Hurry! Get to the hospital!" Jethro shouted urgently.His manager stepped in to block bystanders who were trying to approach. "It’s an emergency. Please give us some space."The woman driving the car looked seriously injured, and the crowd quickly made way. As the manager was about to get into the van, the door slammed shut, and the van sped off toward the city, leaving him standing there, bewildered.As he pulled out his phone to make a call, I pulled up beside him and rolled down my window. "I’m headed the same way. Need a ride?""Thanks, but someone’s coming to get me," he said, not even looking up, assuming I was just another of Jethro’s fans."I’m Penelope’s cousin."The manager turned and, after confirming who I was, qui
“What are you trying to say?” The manager’s eyes were filled with suspicion.I kept my gaze forward, trying to relax. “I’m just stating the facts. What are *you* thinking?”My question made his face darken even more. “Pull over, please.”I did as he asked, pulling over to the side of the road.The manager opened the car door, but before stepping out, he turned back to me. “There’s a rumor online that you only became Mr. Walker’s assistant because of connections.”I’d heard enough gossip and rumors by now to be unfazed. I smiled without responding.“But those rumors are nonsense. No one could be a fool and still work for someone like Mr. Walker.”Wait, was he complimenting me? I almost couldn’t stop myself from beaming. Hold it together, don’t get cocky!Before my expression completely cracked, I quickly composed myself.His face grew serious again. “Since you seem to know everything already, I won’t hide it from you. That woman really is Jethro’s ex-girlfriend. After they brok
After driving a short distance, I pulled over to check the news. Jethro, being a high-profile celebrity, was always under the spotlight, and his heroic rescue had already made headlines. Witnesses reported his car had driven to Mercy General Hospital, and now reporters were swarming outside the entrance of the outpatient building. Security guards patrolled the area, keeping them at bay.Judging by the reporters' eagerness, Jethro hadn't left the hospital.I grabbed a pair of sunglasses from my glove compartment, let my hair down, and headed inside. I figured the accident victim would be in the ER, so that's where I went.Sure enough, Jethro was standing outside the emergency room, peering through the frosted glass, trying to make out what was happening inside. He could only see vague shadows, and the uncertainty seemed to be eating at him. His breathing was heavy, his face ashen, and a deep furrow had formed between his brows, highlighting his tension.His assistant, glancing aroun
The doctors and nurses from the emergency room came in and out a few times, each time Jethro tried to stop them, asking about the patient’s condition. The situation was urgent, and they didn’t have time to explain much, only telling him to contact her family before rushing off again.The time for Eric to arrive was drawing near, but he still hadn’t shown up. I glanced at my watch.“Stop checking. I’m here right on time,” came Eric’s voice.I froze for a moment.“If it weren’t for the 20% increase in my research funding, I wouldn’t have bothered to come,” he added as he reached the emergency room. His assistant quickly handed him a white coat.Jethro saw me and seemed a little surprised, but then his gaze shifted to Eric.The person in the emergency room was clearly someone very important to him. His face was pale, and he looked anxious and fragile. Worried he might misunderstand, I introduced them, “This is Dr. Eric Thomson, an overseas-trained physician with exceptional skills.
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