Since returning from T City, Emily had become more enthusiastic about working on her projects. She monitored all process carefully, and made sure the finished product was perfect. Even though she was busy, she still made time to contact Cayden. Occasionally, she also contacted Summer and Sky, without the other's knowledge of course. "Look at this, guys. Isn't it perfect?" Emily showed a shirt in front of her phone camera. Sky and Summer simultaneously leaned their heads forward. The screen was full of their faces. "Is that what Cayden will wear?" "Oh, I think Uncle Cayden would look really cool at the photo shoot." Emily laughed at the expressions of the mother and daughter. "I do think so. Do you guys like the design?" Sky and Summer nodded. "It looks cool. I think the material you used is comfortable," Sky said. "And soft! I think it would be good as a blanket!" Summer exclaimed. Sky spontaneously nudged her daughter's arm. "Summer, that's a shirt. Why do you want
"Welcome to the Savior, My Prince, and this is my office," Emily spread her arms, presenting her favorite room. Cayden entered while chuckling. He liked her enthusiasm and bright smile. "Your room is very nice, Princess. You must be comfortable working here." Cayden looked around. All items were neatly arranged, including the mannequins lined up on one side. "Is that what I'll wear later?" he pointed out. Emily nodded. "Is it good? You can try it later." "The design is cool. I think the material is comfortable too." Emily chuckled at the comment. "You know? Summer thought so too. She said, that shirt would be comfortable as a blanket." "Blanket?" Cayden widened his eyes. "She said your shirt would be very wide when being spread out, like a blanket." Shaking his head in amusement, Cayden continued his observations. What caught his attention the most were the figures on the walls. The contents were not photos of people, but design guides and basic things. "You know
"Why would I care if Ace didn't like it? She has no right to control my attitude," Louis said while scratching his nose. Cayden smiled at his awkwardness. "You really don't care about her? I thought you came here because you wanted to ask how she was doing." Louis' eyebrows rose to press against his forehead. While pursing his lips, he fixed his sitting position. "I'm here because I still respect my sister's choice. You came from afar. Of course I have to welcome you. But," Louis hesitated, "how is your cousin? Is she doing well?" Cayden almost laughed. "Why don't you contact her directly? Haven't you saved her contact?" Louis' expression turned sullen. Grace did not reply to his messages. He suspected that Cayden knew about that. "Aren't you happy if I approach your cousin?" "Not me, but your sister. If I may give you advice, think again. Is Ace really the right girl for you?" Louis rolled his eyes like a teenager who didn't like being advised by his parents. "Tsk, th
"Do you know?" Brandon said in a low, hoarse voice. "I've liked Emily since I first saw her on the news. I even gave her a flower on our first day of school." The next second, he chuckled, his head bowed slightly. "Unfortunately, she refused the flower from me. Maybe because I was too young, I wasn't heartbroken at that time. I kept trying to get close to her, until finally, we became friends." Cayden did not reply. Instead, he intertwined his fingers in front of his stomach. His back leaned against the sofa. It was like he was watching an exciting movie. "One day after the holidays, Louis came with bad news. He said, Emily met you. You two promised to meet again in 20 years, and intended to date. That was the first time my heart was broken." "You were very small at that time, but you had thought about love?" Cayden said making Brandon smile wryly. "Have you never watched TV? That was one of my entertainments in the past. From the TV shows, I thought that loving someone wa
"My Prince ...." Emily returned to her room with a cheerful face. She immediately sat next to Cayden, her hands on her lap. "Are you bored of waiting? Sorry, I was also doing other works. So today, I'm not busy anymore. We can relax and chat now. Oh?" Emily's gaze fell on the empty cup on the table. "You drank coffee? Are you that bored that you finished two cups?" Cayden shook his head in amusement. "Not just me. Brandon too." "Brandon?" Emily's eyes widened. She tried to filter out which Brandon Cayden meant. None of the employees had that name. "You mean, Brandon Young?" she asked doubtfully. Getting a nod from Cayden, Emily gasped. Her hand rose to cover her mouth. "Why did he come here? He didn't beat you up, right? Are you okay?" Emily examined Cayden's face from all sides. "But I don't think it's possible for Brandon to beat you. Even though he is a person with a high obsession and passion, he never uses violence. So, what is he doing here?" she continued. Ins
Emily sat with her head bowed, her fingers squeezed together. Cold sweat beaded on the nape of her neck. She regretted having provoked Cayden earlier. Beside Emily, Cayden sat in a similar pose. His gaze dropped. He didn't dare look at Frank or Kara. His forehead felt hot. He could imagine how the eyes of those two people fell on that spot. "Emily," Frank's voice shook Emily's guts, "can you explain what just happened?" Emily peeked out from under her eyebrows. Her face was sad. "Sorry, Dad. Please don't be prejudiced against Cayden. I was the one who kissed—" "Sorry, Sir," Cayden interrupted, making everyone flinch. "Please forgive my carelessness. I admit I shouldn't have done something like that. I should have respected Emily more." "Do you guys do this often?" Emily stared wide-eyed. "D-doing what?" "Putting your lips together like that. How many times have you done that?" Emily's lips pursed, her breath hitched. "Not so often. Only a few times," she answered in a
"That water fountain is fascinating, Emily. Has it been there since your house was built?" Cayden asked as their car entered the gate. Emily, who was daydreaming, spontaneously blinked. "That fountain? My father made it after he married my mother. As a symbol of the beauty that had just come into his life." "Your father is romantic," Cayden whispered. On purpose. He wanted to reduce the tension on Emily's nerves. "And you know what? Your house is like a palace," Cayden continued, not letting Emily muse again. Emily looked out the window. Soon, they would arrive at the front door. She could feel her heart beating more and more violently. However, she was reluctant to show it. "That's what I said when I first came here, Cay. This house was our palace. My father was the king, and my mother was the queen," she said, trying to cover her nervousness. "Then you are everyone's favorite princess?" Emily smiled faintly. "Yeah, and could you guess Louis' role?" Cayden's eye
"Dad? Why—" Frank raised a finger. Emily spontaneously stopped talking. That caused greater anxiety in her heart. "Why did Dad brought that terrifying creature here?" Emily thought. "Did he want to test Cayden? Could it be ...." Emily gasped. She remembered how her great-grandfather finished people who knew about their family's weaknesses. Would Frank also do the same? But Frank was not a violent person. "Dad—" "Sorry, Sir. Why are you serving this menu? Isn't Emily allergic to shrimp?" A huge explosion shook Emily's heart. Her cold sweat rushed out, panic clogging her throat. Meanwhile, Frank smiled crookedly. "You know about my daughter's allergy?" Cayden nodded carefree. "When we were on the plane, Emily panicked because she ate something that looked like shrimp. That's how I knew that she was allergic. Luckily, it was just a vegan food, a fake shrimp." "Did you know it was a secret?" One of Frank's eyebrows rose. Emily subconsciously held her breath. Her nerves