Taking a deep breath, Flora decided to break the silence: "Thank you for helping me take care of the kids." "It's nothing, just what should be done. You don't have to thank me..." Matthew forced a smile: "I always feel a deep connection and desire to be close to the kids... Sometimes I wish they were mine." Flora sighed, her voice soft: "Well, they are..." "What did you say?" Matthew didn't catch her whisper and asked again. But she just shook her head, steering the conversation to another topic, not any cheerier. Just that, they both knew they'd have to face it sooner or later. She abruptly raised her head to look straight into Matthew's face: “You're marrying Selena? That... it's not true, is it?” Even now, she clung onto a shred of hope that everything was just a dreadful nightmare. The man who professed his love for her just the day before, who wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, couldn't possibly marry someone else. Yet he nodded, offering a sensible explanation.
Matthew watched as Flora entered the mansion before turning to leave. Right then, his phone rang. A familiar string of digits, yet one not saved in his contacts. “What is it?” His voice was frosty. A mirthful laughter emanated from the other end, unmasked and unabashed: "Is there a necessity for such coldness when conversing with me?” “Spit it out.” Matthew clenched his phone tightly, barely suppressing the urge to berate the caller: "If this is a casual call, I’m hanging up. I don’t have time for your games.” The man on the other end seemed indifferent to his threats. They knew each other well. He knew the caller had a reason for calling and the caller knew his patience had its limits, but he wouldn’t hang up until everything was clear. “It’s about your fiancée. Today, someone saw her lurking around your mansion, and unless I’m mistaken, she doesn’t live nearby. Do take care of the beauties you’re harboring there, after all, she is... the main consort.” Having said his piece, th
"In truth..." she sighed, abandoning her attempts to explain. Instead, she asked: "What brings you here to find me?" Layla looked at her with probing eyes: "I just wanted to ask you again, are you truly intending to let him go?" The "him" here was Patrick, her ex-boyfriend, the man who was now engaged to Layla. "Absolutely. Layla, the chapter with him closed seven years ago, it's meaningless to discuss it now. You're the one by his side..." "But he's always been searching for you." The voice opposite cut in hastily, then realized her tone was misplaced and lowered her head, offering a bitter smile: "You've always held a place in his heart." Despite believing Flora had betrayed him, Patrick's love for her was relentless, his pursuit unceasing. Even now, when he had chosen to stand by Layla, his love for Flora was profound, etched deep into every breath he took. The quest for her became second nature to him. "You're engaged to him now. He's a responsible man, he wouldn't make such
"But how do you know all this?" Flora asked, slightly suspicious. The wounds of a strong man are like scales on his body, the plucking of which causes a pain as if skin and flesh were being grated. Surely he wouldn't easily let others know about his past experiences. "Patrick told me. They were very close back then." It turned out that Matthew's childhood had never known the warmth of a family, which was why he craved it so much. Hanging up the phone, she once again looked out at the distant night sky, where the city lights flickered. Her man was far away, but in her heart, she wanted to be close to him, to wrap her arms around his weary shoulders that had endured so many long years. She wanted to give him all the warmth she possessed. Perhaps there truly was such a thing as telepathy. As Flora was missing Matthew, she received a text from him. "Flora, I miss you very much. Do you miss me?" A simple line of text brought tears to Flora's eyes. Without hesitation, she called him.
"You've spent quite a bit of effort investigating my affairs, haven't you?" Flora retorted, her voice cold and sharp: "But this is my private business, as I recall, it has nothing to do with you." At this moment, two men entered from the grand entrance of the mansion. Flora recognized that one of them was a regular follower of Matthew. He sighed heavily: "Miss Selena, you should be careful with your actions. If the boss hears about today's incident... it won't be easy to explain. Didn't the boss tell you to take good care of your pregnancy?" His words caught Selena off guard. She had intended to use her unborn child as leverage against Flora, driving her and her child out of the house. But just as he said, if Matthew found out, it would be a difficult conversation. Before leaving the mansion, she turned around, casting a chilling glare at mother and child. "You despicable lot, leave quickly! Don't make me resort to harsh measures!" Her threat echoed through the mansion. Flora, hug
"Have you... you... been looking for Flora lately?" "Why do you suddenly ask?" Patrick furrowed his brow: "Last time, you were the one who insisted I was mistaken... Layla, are you hiding something from me?" Layla bowed her head, her facial expression out of Patrick's sight. Swallowing once more with a choked noise, Layla confessed: "Actually... you were not mistaken. I have recently seen her... in this city..." It felt like a bolt of lightning in a clear sky. Patrick's eyes widened, his incredulous gaze pinned on the woman he had always trusted. "Why didn't you tell me?" His voice was icy: "I thought you were the one who best understood my feelings for her..." "It's precisely because I understand that I hid it from you." Layla interrupted him. Possessing something only makes the fear of losing it grow. If he hadn't clung to that unrequited love, Layla wouldn't have to worry about gaining and losing, nor would she have needed to hide it from him until now. "Patrick... Flora is s
A childish voice faintly echoed beside her: "Mom… Daddy Matthew is letting me talk to you…" After a few rustling sounds, the clear, slightly whining voice of Paul chimed in: "Mom, I want to stay in the US for a bit longer. I have called grandma already, and she said it is okay to stay and play for a few more days." Very well, the child even dared to use his grandmother to manipulate her. She intentionally raised her voice: "Who is your guardian? You should listen to your mother, shouldn't you?" "But grandma already agreed." The little girl pouted: "Alright, I will think about it a bit more." Finishing, the child handed the phone back to Matthew. He spoke gently to the person on the other end, hoping she wouldn't worry too much: "Don't worry, I will arrange someone to take care of and protect our child thoroughly. I will return tomorrow. I may not be able to call you tonight. Don't lose sleep over missing me too much." The heat on Flora's face surged again, her cheeks flushed. She
The phone in Flora's hand suddenly rang, interrupting her conversation with the father and son. She glanced at the screen; it was a call from Layla. Since the night Layla laid out everything to Patrick, they hadn't had the chance to speak again. "Flora, Patrick is looking for you, almost out of his mind... Sooner or later he will find you... We have to resolve this once and for all... I want to be free... I'll wait for you at the coffee shop we used to frequent at two in the afternoon." As she finished, she hung up without waiting for Flora's response. Flora frowned slightly. If she heard correctly, Layla had referred to her as "Flora" instead of using the affectionate nickname she usually would. Flora feared... their friendship might not escape this brewing storm. A sense of unease welled up within her. It felt like something big was about to happen. She stole a glance at the father and son, engrossed in their game a few feet away. She could only hope that the happiness she'd just
“The pearls on the dress are so beautiful!” Matthew brimmed with delight, his smile twinkling as he turned to the person beside him: "The pearls are locally harvested by the islanders, they're all natural... As for this wedding dress, it's a heartfelt gift from them to us." Despite being not the creation of skilled artisans or renowned designers, the dress bore the love and blessings of the island's inhabitants. He believed that once Flora donned this gown, she would be the happiest bride on their big day. Standing aside, Grace rolled her eyes: "I never imagined you could be this sentimental, big brother!" Turning to Flora, she teased: "Sister-in-law, remember to keep him on a tight leash, don't let his sentimentalism make others feel queasy." Grace had long forgotten her once earnest desire to marry Matthew. Now, she genuinely wished him and Flora a life of shared happiness. Matthew chuckled: "My dear sister, no need to feel jealous of your sister-in-law. Perhaps you should seiz
Matthew, spotting his son, asked: "Don't you want to bid Anna farewell? You two had such fun together, I bet you can't bear to see her go, right?" To his surprise, Charlie shook his head: "No, Dad, I don't want to say goodbye to that liar." The boy lowered his head, his voice steady: "She said she would stay here with Paul and me, but then she just left without a word. She really is a liar!" The boy slowly walked back to his room. Flora watched her son's retreating figure, unable to hold back a sigh: "He must be really upset." "We can't do anything about it. She's their child after all, we can't force her to stay. I know you worry about our son being upset, but don't worry, our boy is strong." And, if the children truly cherish this hard-earned relationship, they can always reconnect when they grow up. "You don't seem worried about him at all." "What else can we do? If it were Paul or our boy staying at someone else's home, I'd certainly rush to bring them back too, I wouldn'
Flora waited until they were away from their daughter's room to give Matthew a playful tug on the ear: "What's this about the wedding? You told me it was in two weeks, how did it suddenly become three days?” It was now that she finally began to question him. Earlier, when Matthew didn't see her react, he thought he had managed to escape unscathed. Little did he expect that she had noted down his wrongdoings, only to bring it up when they were away from their daughter's room. "I was wrong! I was wrong! Oh, my dear wife, please forgive me!" He cried out: "But it's really for you!" "What? How is it for me?" Flora's voice was filled with shock. Why would he move the wedding closer because of her, without her even knowing anything? Matthew rubbed his ear that was still tingling, explaining: "When I was massaging you, you said that two weeks was too long, that you wanted to get married sooner. I thought that since we were almost prepared anyway, it wouldn’t matter if we did it a bit so
Flora, with drowsy eyes, suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, I spoke with Grace yesterday, and she told me a lot about you. She said most of the houses on the island were built with your money, even the public facilities. I wasn't aware of this before. Seems like I've landed an immensely rich husband, a man of vast wealth?" The cost of construction, let alone the transportation of materials from the mainland, was astronomical. "I knew S.E.I Corporation was huge, but I had no idea you'd also invested in this..." "That's not true." Matthew chuckled: "S.E.I's profit is indeed enormous, but the money used for the island's development didn't come from the corporation. It's a personal endeavor of mine, not part of the corporation's philanthropy." So, the funds for this island's construction, are they Matthew's private money? Such a thought might not be entirely appropriate, yet upon hearing his words, Flora immediately wondered, could he have used money earned from the underworld to
Once they had settled in, they brought up serious matters. "I heard from him that there is a spy in the organization, but we don't know who." Flora had only heard about this from Matthew. The person opposite her nodded: "I asked our brother about it last time, but he didn't say anything. His demeanor seemed... rather upset." He sighed after speaking, then quickly changed his tone: "But don't worry sister-in-law, once your and brother's happy event is over, we'll investigate the organization. Sooner or later, that spy will expose himself." This matter nagged at Flora's heart. She couldn't understand how Selena had the capacity to manipulate Matthew's subordinates. According to Matthew, she was merely a pawn in Daniel's game. Who was Selena leveraging? Or rather... who was secretly assisting her against Matthew? "Ah... It hurts so much!" A sudden scream from outside in the flower garden startled Flora. She hastily ran out to see Matthew's two brothers, whom she knew, fighting.
Grace asked anxiously: "Sister-in-law, still no word from my brother?" Flora shook her head in despair. The rescue team had commenced operations, initiating a wide-scale search at sea. There were no updates so far, and Flora was forced to believe that no news sometimes can be good news. "Is there no way to contact him?" Grace furrowed her brows: "Isn't he a tech whiz? Isn't there another way..." Grace's words caused a light to shine in Flora's eyes: "Yes! There is a way!" After a few long dial tones, the call connected successfully and a lazy voice dripped with familiar sarcasm: "Ah, beautiful lady, you finally called me. Didn't you know how much I've missed you..." "Hubert, cut the crap." Flora interrupted Hubert's grandiloquent remarks: "I need you to locate Matthew, can you do that?" "I can track him down, yes..." On the other end, keyboard clattering sounded: "But for what purpose? Are you trying to catch him cheating?" Hubert clicked his tongue, completely exaggerating.
After waiting about five minutes, the door opened and Grace walked straight in. "Matthew, you wanted to see me?" "Did your sister-in-law tell you to talk to me?" Grace's words took Matthew aback, not because he didn't expect her to know the ins and outs of the matter, but because she referred to Flora as her sister-in-law. It suddenly occurred to him, could the girl he saw as a sister have figured things out on her own? He let out a sigh and said softly: "She's quite worried about you." "In the past, we used to head to the beach at this time, swimming and discussing everything under the sun. In the blink of an eye, several years have passed, and you have brought your wife and children here, even proposed on this island..." Grace looked up at the sky: "I used to think that I would marry you someday, become your wife. Only now do I realize it was all a fantasy of mine. You have already found your happiness, and perhaps I will too, with someone truly suitable." Matthew had been
After dinner, Matthew took the children stargazing. Flora, feeling upset, decided to sit back and rest in a corner. A man in his early forties, presumably the owner of the house, seized the opportunity when Matthew was not around to bring a plate of fruits over, setting it on the table: “Try some island specialties. These are all fruits you can't find on the mainland.” Seeing her pick up a piece of fruit, he continued: “Grace was a bit impolite today, please don't take it to heart. We've spoiled her too much.” “She… seems to have a liking for my husband.” The affection in her eyes when she looked at Matthew and the hostility when she looked at Flora were easily discernible, even to a blind person. The man nodded, recounting: “The girl's a good swimmer. A few years ago, she saved two men out at sea. One of them was Matthew. He stayed here for nearly a year, learning to swim with her. During that time, he became quite close with everyone on the island. The girl… has wanted to
His cold eyes bore into Winky, he barked: "You want to die after your lady, then die! There's no one stopping you anymore! Go ahead and die! If you don't want to die, then get out of my sight!" "No... I didn't intend to..." Winky clutched his head, his voice trembling: "I had no idea she would just stand there and not evade..." His move wasn't swift, Mimi could've easily dodged if she had been alert.. The medical team arrived swiftly, and Mimi was immediately taken into surgery. Her wound was deep. Not only did Mimi not evade Winky's blade, but she also leaned forward, allowing the blade to pierce deeper into her chest. "Fortunately, the wound isn't in a critical location. Her life isn't in danger, don't worry." Andrey remarked, although he suspected Winky had intentionally missed vital organs. Otherwise, a renowned assassin like him surely would've known where to strike to take a life. The surgery lasted nearly two hours. Flora sat outside the operation room until the doctors c