"How long is that? Your reply clearly shows that you don't want to be responsible for me," Blake pressed, her frustration over Kevin's vagueness evident.Kevin looked at Blake with an unreadable gaze, as if observing a complaining woman. "What do you want, then?""I just want a timeframe from you," Blake insisted. "Even if it's three years, or five, I'll wait for your return. It's not the length of the wait that scares me, but the uncertainty of not knowing when, or if, you'll come back.""Let's not discuss these pointless matters. Finish your soup," Kevin said, picking up the laundry basket and heading to the master bedroom's bathroom to load the washing machine.Undeterred, Blake followed him into the bathroom. She waited until he finished with the clothes, then pushed him against the wall, standing on her tiptoes to confront the taller Kevin."Don't think running away will solve anything. You can leave me, but you have two choices. Either we get married now or have a child with
At that moment, Kevin and Blake remembered the soup in the kitchen. Kevin, still naked, carried Blake in a deep embrace, eliciting a startled moan from her as they made their way to the kitchen. The soup in the pot had boiled over when they turned it off, creating a mess.After their final round, Blake lay in bed for about an hour before waking up. They went downstairs for dinner. She took him to a steakhouse in a mall across their neighborhood. A hearty and comforting meal was perfect for this winter season. The food was still steaming hot when served."I've already talked to my aunt about us. She wants to meet you. When will you come with me to see her? She'll definitely like you because you're tall and handsome. But you have to be nice to me in front of her."Since Kevin had injuries, he could not eat fatty food, so Blake ordered some light and comforting dishes. Not knowing his preferences, she avoided ordering foods she disliked and opted for more standard meats and vegetables.
After dinner, Blake was deep in thought about Kevin's past. 'The basement, the rats... What exactly had he been through?'As the sun set and the streetlights flickered on, Kevin's phone rang from his coat pocket. He answered without hesitation, "What's the matter? Speak."Blake overheard the urgent voice on the other end. "Kevin, it's bad. A group of unknown people found our hideout and the police have us surrounded. I'm hiding in a secret room, but they'll soon arrest our people and take all the documents."Kevin's frown deepened, his voice cold and reproachful. "I told you to destroy those documents. Why didn't you listen?""It's my fault. I didn't warn them in time. And some, blinded by greed, wanted to profit from this situation. I'm hanging up. The police are closing in."After the call ended, Kevin immediately accessed a backend system and deleted all the data.Seeing Kevin's troubled expression, Blake asked worriedly, "What happened? What's with the police? Are you in trou
Cecilia smirked coldly. "Since I'm here, I intend to take what's mine before leaving."As she took a step forward, the man beside Zachary immediately blocked her path."Sorry, but as per Mr. Turner's orders, aside from the master of this house, no outsiders are allowed. If anyone tries to sneak in, we have enough armed men here to accidentally fire a shot. It'd be unfortunate if someone got hurt, and we don't want that."Cecilia could not miss the threat in his words and could only respond with a forced smile. She cursed inwardly, 'Zach, you actually had Fred guarding the Southern Haven Villas! Very well! We shall see how long Fred can protect it. Once I find Madelyn, I'll bring her corpse to you.'As Cecilia was leaving, her eyes caught a glimpse of a child held by a servant at the third-floor window. Her eyes suddenly widened in shock. 'That child... No... It can't be. It must be my imagination. That child is supposed to be dead. Surely, it's just my imagination.'Cecilia felt a
Under the unpredictable wrath of Cecilia, Susan hurriedly fled the office. Shortly afterward, Cecilia received an anonymous call.The caller said, "We did as you asked and found an underground organization. Why didn't you mention they were associated with the Jent family? Now we've offended them, which means we've offended Mr. Jardin of the Jardin Corporation. If he seeks retribution, we have no way out. You're pushing us into a pit of fire!"Cecilia was indifferent to their plight. "Where are the items I asked for? Why haven't you found them yet?""The items you want? We've turned the place upside down and found nothing. We're going to lay low for a while. You should find someone else for your tasks," the caller said before hurriedly ending the call."A bunch of useless fools," Cecilia muttered, scattering the documents on her desk in frustration. Her face twisted in malevolence. "Zach, you brought in Fred's people to protect Madelyn and that adopted child. Don't think this will s
"No, let's wait until tomorrow. I've studied the security system here. Without the specific key, the alarm will be triggered, drawing the police. That won't be good for us," said one of the suspicious men.Blake heard their conversation and the fading footsteps as they disappeared at the end of the corridor. Only after they were completely gone did she let her guard down. Closing her eyes, she felt as if all her strength had been sapped away. She slid down the wall, feeling like a survivor in the aftermath of a crisis.That night, with a dagger in hand, she remained half-dozed, half-awake. The heating was off, so she wrapped herself tightly in a black down jacket to ward off the cold. The barking of stray dogs awoke her the next morning. It was only seven o'clock. Recalling the previous night's events, Blake immediately called the police.After the police arrived promptly, Blake showed them the surveillance footage on Kevin's computer. The two officers tried to identify the suspects
Cecilia thought to herself, 'I may not be able to confront Fred directly, but I dare you, Blake, to stay in Southern Haven Villas indefinitely.'When Blake stepped out of the police car at Southern Haven Villas, she was initially barred from entering. However, a middle-aged woman called out from behind, "Let her in, young man. I know her. She's a good person." It was Margaret, holding Dalton.Zachary compared the photos and, after receiving information from a guard, permitted Blake to enter.As Blake entered, she noticed someone hiding in the bushes with a camera. She shouted, "There's someone in the bushes taking pictures! Catch him!"The discovered photographer attempted to flee, but Zachary fired a warning shot, declaring, "Run again, and the next bullet won't miss."The loud bang startled the birds in the forest and caused the photographer, now terrified, to wet himself and fall to the ground. Blake hurried over and checked his camera, finding it full of pictures of Dalton.F
Blake was stunned as she watched Dalton in overalls playing with toys on the floor near the couch. She had not paid much attention to him during the wedding, but now, observing closely, her eyes widened in shock."Is Dalton really the one Mr. Jardin adopted from the doorstep of an orphanage? Not a child he had with another woman? Or did Madelyn forget that she had a child?" Blake asked.Margaret, taken aback by her questions, clarified, "Oh, no, no, you can't just say things like that! Mr. Jardin's assistant can verify that Dalton was indeed adopted. He was brought home so Ms. Jent wouldn't feel lonely and had someone to accompany her. Dalton does resemble Mr. Jardin and Ms. Jent, but it could just be a coincidence. There are many unexplainable occurrences in the world."Blake asked, "May I hold him?"As soon as she spoke, Dalton seemed to understand and toddled over to Blake, extending his arms. His adorable behavior melted her heart. Observing him closely, she could not help but