******************Rowan had made repeated assurances that James had not accompanied her downstairs to meet David's father.However, as Rowan finally reached the first floor, it was unavoidably much later than she had anticipated.Stepping out of the elevator, she found herself in the middle of the hallway, casting her gaze around. It was only then that she spotted him, not too far from the amusement park.There he sat in his wheelchair, a small, thin blanket draped over his legs. He looked remarkably at ease and comfortable, as if he were right at home, engrossed in watching two children enthusiastically molding shapes with plasticine at the amusement park.A diligent housekeeper stood dutifully behind him, gently propelling the wheelchair forward.Rowan hurried over and spoke apologetically, "Uncle, I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting. Something unexpected came up, and it delayed me for a few minutes."She also extended a polite smile towards the secretary standing behind him.Davi
"You don't want me to bring up David's topic again," David's father repeated as Rowan walked slowly to the dining table.After a moment of contemplation, she responded with honesty, "I just don't believe it's necessary for us to revisit this topic. His stance has always been unwavering. Even though you're his father, it seems unlikely that you can sway his convictions. As you mentioned, he can be quite obstinate and driven by his emotions."David's father fell silent, a heavy pause hanging in the air. Finally, he spoke with a hint of emotion, "Yes, perhaps I'm sometimes overly persistent, unable to let go, and fail to recognize that I'm changing. Rowan, whether you believe it or not, I understand that David's feelings for you might be more complex than he realizes."He continued speaking with increasing speed, as if he were eager to convey something important."Uncle!" Rowan interrupted him."He and I have already divorced. What you say now is meaningless except to increase the troubl
During the meal, David's father never mentioned the issue of remarriage again. However, Rowan, who was already frightened, ate quickly. She was afraid that if she delayed it for a while longer, she would recall what the two of them were talking about just now.Rowan did not think that David would ask to remarry her as he said, and she had never had such plans. What she was afraid of was that David's father, as an elder, would try to persuade her to make some promises. She had done this kind of thing two years ago, and the price she paid for those words was to watch the joy in her heart gradually turn into seafoam over two years, rising from underneath, leaving traces in her heart. Yes, it was only countless times of disappointment and pain.She knew that she couldn't bear this kind of process again, but she wasn't sure whether David's father would be able to insist on not giving in if he really spoke up. Sometimes she really hated her soft heart and the bad habit of always putting oth
David's father appeared somewhat displeased, emitting a long snort. James, however, remained unfazed by his demeanor and pressed on."You just inquired if I was concerned about you embarrassing her. I must admit that I do have such concerns. Do you know why? It's because every time you and Rowan encounter your family members, they invariably put her in uncomfortable situations. It doesn't matter whether it's your wife or your son; I can't understand why you expect her to willingly dive back into the very family dynamics she worked so hard to escape."David's father's expression suddenly shifted to one of apprehension.Rowan discreetly tugged at the hem of James' clothing, silently signaling him to halt.James extended his hand, gently clasping her delicate palm.Undeterred, she continued, "She regards you as an elder, so she keeps many thoughts to herself. While I respect you, my greater concern is for her. I feel compelled to clarify these sentiments now, hoping you won't take offens
After Richard spoke, a heavy silence hung in the car. He sneakily looked in the rearview mirror and saw David staring outside, seemingly ignoring what he had just said. But it was hard to believe David hadn't heard him. Richard stayed quiet and focused on driving.As they approached a fork in the road, Richard cautiously asked, "Boss, should I take you to the office or back home?"David finally snapped out of his thoughts, thought for a moment, and softly replied, "Let's go back home."Richard simply said, "Okay," and directed the car towards their apartment.However, after driving a mile or two, David's calm voice came from the backseat, "Actually, let's go to the mansion."His tone was even and composed, not like someone making a sudden decision. In fact, David rarely made impulsive choices.Drawing on his experience, Richard sensed that David was in a particularly bad mood. So, he didn't ask any more questions and skillfully adjusted their route to take David back to the mansion.A
The office's floor-to-ceiling windows spanned an entire wall, flooding the room with brilliant light, illuminating the city beneath the night's cloak, rendering it even more vibrant than it appeared during daylight hours.David extricated himself from the mountain of documents, rising from his seat to stretch his somewhat stiff hands and feet.Despite having industry elites leading each department in the large group, capable of handling most matters directly, some crucial decisions invariably awaited his approval. Even if they only required two or three days of his attention, the cumulative workload formed a substantial stack on his desk.To the world, David was seen as the omnipotent president of the Oregon Group of Companies, endowed with immense wealth. However, few realized the enormous pressure and responsibilities he carried on his shoulders.He had grown accustomed to this responsibility, never once considering evading it from the moment he accepted the role. Yet, recently, his
Early the following morning, as David arrived at the company, his father was already waiting for him in the office.Upon spotting his father, a subtle furrow formed on David's brow. "What brings you here? You should be resting at home until you've fully recovered," he advised.David's father was seated at his desk, perusing a stack of documents. He looked up and flashed a warm smile. "If you won't go back, then I have to come to you."David approached and gently guided his father to a well-lit spot on a nearby sofa, away from the sun's direct rays. He took a seat beside him and gestured toward the towering stacks of paperwork on the table. "You wouldn't believe how much work I have on my plate right now. I promise I'll head home as soon as I'm through with all of this."David's father remained skeptical. "Are you truly swamped, or are you avoiding something? If you'd rather not face me, just say so. I won't pry into your affairs anymore. It's only going to strain our relationship furt
Rowan has been enjoying a peaceful and contented life in recent days. It can even be described as a period of happiness. She consistently manages to leave work on time every day, and her colleagues are not only friendly but also maintain a harmonious atmosphere. Occasionally, they playfully tease her and James, but there is never any malicious intent behind their banter. Upon returning home from work, Rowan is pleasantly surprised to find that Jessica has already prepared dinner for a few people. No matter what she decides to cook, Jessica always includes one or two light dishes that are suitable for Rowan during her pregnancy, showing great consideration for her tastes. This level of care makes Rowan feel genuinely touched and a bit embarrassed at times. After dinner, Rowan takes a leisurely stroll outside, accompanied by her dog, and spends quality time playing with Ryan when she's back home. Each day feels fulfilling and rich. Despite the relatively short time she has known Jessi