Besides Henry Miller, Archer had another special assistant named Kent Watson, who had been promoted to this position only in the last two years.Henry and Kent could be described as the brain and brawn of Archer's team.Henry was more mature and composed, while Kent still had a youthful edge to him. Being younger, Kent often couldn't hide his confrontational nature and had earned a reputation throughout Duncan Enterprises for being tough to handle—he wouldn't back down from anyone. This is why Henry typically handled the company's public relations, while Kent was kept behind the scenes.Once Kent got involved, he would typically leave the other party questioning their life choices.Aria's heart had not yet settled, and she still felt somewhat anxious.In a spot where Aria couldn't see, Archer's eyes were dark and intense. Only after suppressing the anger in his heart did he look down at her and ask, "Feeling better?"Aria nodded.She nodded in response to his question.But even
"What do you mean Aria moved out? What is she making a fuss about now?"Susan was displeased.Yes, her son had done some things wrong, but Aria could have just pouted a little, asked for a gift or some money for compensation, and that would be that. What was the meaning of moving out? If someone took photos of this situation, they would start gossiping and criticizing her son again.The housekeeper poured hot tea for Marcus and Susan, looking embarrassed and not daring to say anything more.Susan poured a cup of hot tea to comfort Larry. She quickly noticed the marks on Larry's neck and wrist but pretended not to see them, hoping to cover things up. Marcus, however, was already angry.Marcus poured a cup of hot tea over Larry's face."Oh my goodness, what are you doing?" Susan was upset by his action. Larry woke up from the splash, wiping the water from his face. Still drunk, he groaned, "Dad, what's the matter?""What's the matter with me? What have you been doing?"I told yo
"You need to stop causing problems. When the art exhibition comes, you'll apologize properly and make concessions, understood?" Marcus lectured Larry.Larry nodded weakly, hugging a cushion and falling silent.Aria knew nothing about what was happening at the Spencer house. She spent the entire night at Harbor Hospital, where James cheered her up with conversation, assuming she was just under stress. She didn't leave until the next day.She stayed all night at the hospital, and Archer stayed the entire night as well.While she was in the room with her brother, Archer sat on a bench in the hallway outside, working on his laptop.In the morning, Ethan came by with a nurse for rounds and spotted Archer sitting on the bench reviewing documents, with a thick stack of papers beside him. Kent sat next to him, also working.Ethan's eye twitched."Shouldn't you two be at Duncan Enterprises at this hour? Why are you hanging around my hospital? It's not like you don't have places to stay in
"Aria, I brought you breakfast. Come open the door for me, please. This apartment building needs facial recognition to enter and I can't get in."Early in the morning, Christina had already called Aria.She had been too busy the previous day, working nearly all night. After finalizing her design draft, she brought Aria's favorite breakfast to celebrate with her, but when she arrived at the apartment building, she couldn't even get through the main entrance.With no alternative, she had to contact Aria.Aria suddenly realized what she had forgotten.She had forgotten to send Christina her new address.Aria tugged at her hair, "Christina, something unexpected happened yesterday."Christina replied, "Oh? Don't tell me Mr. Duncan took you back to his place! Although I think that's somewhat romantic, sweetie, you're not divorced yet. Wouldn't it be problematic if someone took photos?"Christina was truly looking out for Aria's best interests."No..." Aria briefly explained what had
She leaned against the sofa, her body tense.After not answering for a while, the call automatically disconnected. Just as she was about to sigh with relief, the phone rang again.It was still Susan calling.After a moment's hesitation, Aria answered."Aria, you've moved out of the house?"Aria made a sound of agreement.Susan sighed, "I know Larry has been misbehaving lately, but you shouldn't have moved out. What will people say about our family when they hear about this?"Aria didn't respond.Susan thought she was being impolite but knew the Spencer family was in the wrong on this matter."Aria, I have two tickets to William Luther's art exhibition. You and Larry could go and talk things through. That would be good for all of us, don't you think?"Susan tried to persuade her."Even if you're really planning to divorce, you should set a time to discuss it properly. We as parents can't be kept in the dark while you two make hasty decisions about your marriage. Can you recons
Lucy's face showed panic as she carefully tugged at Larry's sleeve, acting as if she had no idea why she'd stumbled into this topic."Aria, aren't you and Larry getting along fine?"Aria gave her a dismissive glance, "How could we be fine with you around?"Since you're here, go look at the exhibition. We'll discuss other matters after it ends."Aria's voice was cold, showing her desire to ignore them both. Larry knew he was in the wrong today—it was his decision to bring Lucy that had created this awkward situation, so he remained silent.The first floor featured mostly exhibitions from emerging designers. The hall was crowded, with reporters mixed in taking photos of the atmosphere.Lucy suddenly spoke up, "Those are my works and Christina's works. How coincidental that our pieces are displayed next to each other!"Aria paused, following Lucy's gaze, and indeed saw Christina's and Lucy's works placed side by side.The reporters seemed to sense an opportunity and gathered around
"Mr. Spencer, what is your relationship with Miss Linda Landon?""Has Miss Landon passed away? What was the cause of death?""Is Miss Jackson connected to Miss Landon's death?"Each word stabbed at Larry's heart.The first-floor lounge had one-way glass, through which the entire scene could be clearly observed.Inside, the atmosphere was wrapped in a quiet artistic ambience. In the corner, a handsome man sat silently on the sofa, his almond eyes deep and captivating, as if they held countless untold stories.He leaned against the sofa, playing with an exquisite jade thumb ring. The smooth jade stone gave off a soft glow in the light.His eyes held intense curiosity as his gaze lifted toward the glass windows outside, a smile curving at his lips.This was William Luther, the art world's most sought-after figure.William and Archer were old acquaintances. Duncan Enterprises had collaborated with William before. The West District design rights hadn't been given to William only bec
William Luther, the second son of the Luther family in Silver City, had swept every major art award both domestically and internationally and had created his own luxury brand. He was truly a prominent figure.And now he appeared before everyone.Visitors to the exhibition began taking photos. The reporters were stunned for a moment, but once they realized who he was, all cameras turned toward William, completely forgetting the conflict Lucy had stirred up earlier.No one could match William's star power.William seemed accustomed to the spotlight. He smiled as he scanned the crowd, only letting go of Aria's hand after she had regained her balance."Steady now."Aria nodded, and William politely stepped back.Lucy, being a design student herself, certainly knew William's standing in the industry. Her eyes shone brightly as she looked at him, never having expected to actually meet William today."Excuse me, but may I ask what significant matter is causing such a commotion here?"
"Today you officially became my wife, so I'm finding it hard to hold back." He leaned forward slightly, brushing the corner of her lips, gently grazing them. "So, Mrs. Duncan, may I kiss you?"His lips were already touching hers, yet he still asked this question—wasn't that question a little redundant?Aria felt her first impression of Archer hadn't been wrong."Wolf in sheep's clothing" or "gentleman on the outside, beast on the inside" would definitely describe him accurately.Her face grew even redder, her breathing uneven, her eyes closed as she dared not look at the man before her."So may I kiss you, Mrs. Duncan?"He was still asking.As if waiting for her answer before truly kissing her."We're married..." Her voice was soft, but this was clearly an answer.He smiled. "So that's a yes?"A barely audible "mm" escaped her throat, and the man smiled as he moved closer, finally kissing her.At last his lips met hers. Aria was stunned for a moment, then slowly relaxed.H
He wore only a white shirt, perhaps because of the summer heat. His tie was loosened slightly, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone and attractive Adam's apple.His sleeves were casually rolled up to his elbows, his hands gripping the steering wheel, making his forearms look even more solid.When he turned the wheel, his arms moved, causing the shirt to stretch across his upper arms. The fabric clung tightly to his muscles, revealing his elegant, powerful contours.Her gaze moved upward to his handsome, refined profile. This was the first time she had observed him so carefully and from such close proximity. She realized his features were truly exceptional.His eyes were as beautiful as expensive obsidian, his nose as perfectly sculpted as a work of art. She had often heard people mention how handsome Larry was, but now she saw that compared to Archer, Larry's appearance seemed rather ordinary.Archer was mature and dignified, with
He was very clear about certain things and never gave these women any reason to think they were special....In the car, Aria sat in the passenger seat, still looking somewhat dazed at the ring on her finger.She had been married to Larry for three years and naturally had a wedding ring.But Larry never wore his wedding ring in public, so she hadn't worn hers either. Her ring finger didn't even have that circular mark from wearing a ring. Now, though, things seemed different."What are you thinking about?"Suddenly, she felt warmth at her ear as hot breath caressed her earlobe and neck, carrying the man's cool, fresh scent.Aria quickly turned her head, surprised and stunned.Archer's face was just inches away. When she had turned, his lips had nearly brushed her cheek and the corner of her mouth.Now his warm breath fell on her face, making her ears burn and her entire face flush.They were so close that for the first time, she looked directly into his eyes through his glasse
His fingers showed no ring marks, indicating he had never worn rings before.The platinum band fit perfectly on his long, elegant fingers, looking especially graceful.For the first time, Aria felt that a man wearing a ring could be incredibly attractive.His hands were fair and well-defined, slender yet elegant, with veins faintly visible beneath the skin. Now, with a ring on his finger, it was as if she had claimed him.Aria paused, unable to resist touching his refined fingers. They were long and slender, the skin wrapped smoothly around each slightly protruding knuckle, giving his hands a lean, graceful appearance.At this moment, she suddenly realized that this man now belonged to her.Ethan went to pay for the necklace and ring for his companion. As she waited, she turned around and witnessed this scene, her eyes darkening.Seeing how dismissive Ethan was toward her compared to this moment, her face paled slightly.She glared at Aria with hostility, then suddenly stepped t
"I've got no wedding on the horizon, not even close." Ethan showed no concern for his female companion's paling face.When they first got together, he had made it clear—he would provide money and gifts, and she would only need to offer emotional support. Any deeper feelings were off the table.Theirs wasn't a physical transaction but an emotional one. The two of them were simply in a business arrangement.So she was a companion, not a girlfriend, and there was certainly no "wedding bells" in their future.Archer noticed that Ethan's companion seemed upset, but he just nodded slightly."Feel free to look around. I'll help Aria pick out rings."Ethan clicked his tongue softly as Archer led Aria to the counter displaying matching rings. The styles were relatively simple. Aria didn't like anything too flashy, and she sensed Archer probably didn't either. Simple, understated rings would be perfect."I know it's not a good time for you to wear a wedding ring right now, so let's start w
Only getting married once in a lifetime…Aria froze for a moment, her eyes slightly dazed.Only once—what did that mean?It meant he had chosen her. It meant there wouldn’t be anyone else. No betrayal. She would be his one and only wife.Was this Archer’s way of making her a promise?She wasn’t a naïve girl anymore, easily swept away by pretty words. But still… she couldn’t help letting herself imagine what it would be like, just for a second.Kent didn’t get in the car this time. Archer was the one driving.Eventually, the car pulled up in front of a high-end jewelry flagship store.“Let’s go,” Archer said as he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out first.Aria was a little confused—why were they stopping here? But as soon as she got out, Archer took her hand and gently led her toward the store.“Wait,” she said, tugging at his hand just as they reached the entrance.He looked down at her.She stared at his handsome face, suddenly second-guessing herself. What if she misun
This can’t be real.It has to be a coincidence. Maybe he was just helping her walk in.The clerk at the marriage office was secretly stunned—but still managed to keep a polite, professional smile on her face.“Miss Jackson, did you forget something?” she asked pleasantly.Aria paused in surprise.She hadn’t expected the same clerk from this morning to be the one handling their marriage license too.Her gaze shifted to Archer.Archer looked completely calm. “We’re here to get our marriage license,” he said. “We need the application form.”The clerk froze.Wait… what?Miss Jackson really did get divorced this morning… and now she’s back to get married?Her eyes widened in disbelief, but she kept smiling and professionally handed them the paperwork.Wow. Miss Jackson, you're bold.Of course, the clerk wasn’t clueless—she’d heard all about Larry Spencer and his scandals. The guy had mistresses all over the place. A complete jerk.If he could mess around however he wanted, why
Aria barely had time to react to his last joking comment—because as soon as Archer said he was taking her to meet his family, her nerves kicked in.She hadn’t expected that when he said he was bringing her home, he meant straight to his grandparents. Meeting the head of the Duncan family right away? That felt like… a lot.She was starting to panic.Even before her family fell apart—and even when she had never been married—she never dared dream of being introduced directly to the elder of a family like the Duncans. And now, after having gone through a marriage and divorce?“Mr. Duncan… I’ve never asked you this before, but… does your family really approve of you marrying me?”The Duncans weren’t just any family—they were old money, a real high-society dynasty. Archer, as the direct heir, could have had his pick of society’s most eligible women. And yet… he chose her.But why?“At the very least, my grandparents definitely approve,” Archer replied with a soft laugh. “Two years ago,
A flicker of emotion passed through Archer’s eyes, but he replied calmly, “I just got here.”He placed a dish in front of her—black pepper steak, her favorite.Aria smiled, her eyes curving slightly. This time, she didn’t say thank you. Instead, she picked up the tongs and placed a shrimp onto his plate, then happily dug into the steak on her own.The chef at this restaurant really knew their craft. The steak was tender and fresh, and even as she ate, Aria still remembered to maintain perfect table manners.Archer, seated across from her, simply watched in silence. Just watching her brought a quiet sense of peace.The meal didn’t take long. Aria had never been a big eater, and she finished off the lunch with a glass of sweet fruit juice.As they neared the end of the meal, Archer set down his utensils and asked, “Did anything upset you today? Did Larry or Lucy give you a hard time?”His tone was calm as always, but there was a trace of concern hidden beneath it.Aria gave a soft