Serena's expression almost faltered. Once they were out of earshot, she could not help but whisper, "Mr. Quade, why didn't you deny it?"Wilson raised a brow and replied, "Did you see how much that young woman idolized the idea of a perfect love story? How could I crush her dream like that?""Well, in the future… maybe don't make jokes like that again," she said with a sigh.Wilson's faint smile faded slightly at that. "Alright."Serena kept her head lowered, completely missing the subtle drop in his mood.Afterward, they headed to the doctor's office, where she underwent a thorough examination. Just as she had expected, everything was fine. Then, they visited a few more departments, but the results were the same—nothing wrong.When Serena came out, she found Wilson leaning against the wall, flipping through her medical reports one by one. His slightly tousled hair fell over his forehead, adding a trace of melancholy to his otherwise striking features.Several passersby could no
"You, of course!" Serena replied without hesitation. Wilson grinned. "Really? Judging by the way you were zoning out in the car earlier, I thought you were worried I'd beaten Justin too badly.""I wasn't worried about him," she said, turning her face toward the window. "I was just thinking about something."Her mind drifted to the past, back to her time with Justin. Once, during a client dinner, a man tried to take advantage of her by pressuring her to drink. When she refused, he lost his temper, poured a drink over her head, and berated her in front of everyone.Justin had been there. He demanded an apology—but not from the client. Instead, he made her apologize to the man. She swallowed her pride and muttered a soft "I'm sorry" while holding back tears of humiliation.Later, she brought it up when they were alone, hoping for some sympathy, but Justin had brushed it off. "I was right there. He wouldn't have actually done anything. Serena, you're usually so reasonable—this client
Sitting on the hospital corridor bench, Serena Judd trembled uncontrollably.She had just encountered a creep.She had worked overtime until midnight. Exhausted, she dragged her weary body back to her rented apartment. Just as she was about to take out her keys, someone suddenly covered her mouth and nose from behind.Serena struggled with everything she had, but her attacker dragged her toward the stairwell.A warm, repulsive breath brushed against her ear. "You smell amazing."That revolting voice coiled around her like a venomous snake, suffocating her with every word.In sheer terror, Serena had thrown herself backward, dragging the man down the stairs with her.She was lucky—only a few scrapes and bruises.However, the creep wasn't so fortunate. He cracked his head on the way down and lay motionless long enough for her to escape.After giving her statement at the police station, Serena went to the hospital herself. She kept glancing at her phone, which displayed the messa
Serena didn't go back to her apartment. Instead, she found a hotel nearby.She scrubbed her fair skin in the bathroom until it turned red, then crawled into bed.The soft yellow glow of the bedside lamp lit the room. She curled up under the thin blanket. Gradually, the unease in her heart began to fade, and she fell asleep.But her rest wasn't peaceful. She had all kinds of strange dreams.One moment, Justin, as a boy, stood protectively in front of her, saying, "I'll always watch out for her. No one's allowed to bully her."Then, she was in a dark stairwell. A strange man pinned her down, greedily inhaling her scent.The final image was Candice's innocent-looking face. As she leaned against Justin, her eyes mockingly locked on Serena. "You look like a dog, Serena."She drifted in and out of a restless sleep until a phone call abruptly woke her up.She picked up the phone and heard Justin's cold, detached voice on the other end. "Make some oatmeal and bring it to the office."
Serena walked out of Farrow Corporation.She had never left early before. With plenty of time on her hands, she wasn't sure where to go. Eventually, she headed to a nearby café she frequented.The café brewed beans imported from abroad, offering a rich and energizing coffee that perfectly suited her taste.The owner, recognizing her, handed her a freshly brewed latte. "Is your boyfriend not coming today?"Boyfriend? Was she talking about Justin?They had come here together often in the past.Serena forced a smile. "He won't be coming anymore.""Did you two break up?""He's dead."Sitting in a wicker chair, Serena slowly stirred her latte. Just as she was ready to take a sip, her phone rang."Rina, I've called you a million times. Why haven't you picked up?" It was her best friend, Lauren Steele.Nocturna was a huge city, but Lauren was the only real friend she had.Serena's tone softened considerably. "I was busy. I didn't notice.""What were you so busy with? Is that scum
"Sorry, Rina. I got so worked up. I thought you were heartbroken and that Scumstin had hit you." After returning to her place and getting the full story, Lauren finally managed to stop crying."But he's still horrible. You encountered a creep, and he was hanging around with his mistress? This kind of scumbag should be castrated and thrown into the sea!""Candice is his girlfriend," Serena said calmly."That's bullshit! She's Justin's girlfriend, so what does that make you?"Serena's face looked faintly melancholic under the light. "Yeah, what does that make me? Probably just a pet he doesn't care about."One he could call whenever and dismiss without a second thought. When he was done with her, he didn't even need to formally let her know."Forget Scumstin. Just think of it as all those years of real love wasted. There are plenty of men out there. You'll find someone new for sure."Serena gave a faint smile. Right now, she had no desire to think about a new relationship.After
Justin turned and saw Candice's red, swollen eyes. At once, the anger in his chest subsided. "It's not your fault. You're new. It's normal not to know everything.""Justin..." Candice threw herself into his arms, sobbing like her heart was breaking.A wave of irritation surged through Justin.If Serena were here, this kind of rookie mistake wouldn't have happened. Even if it did, she'd own it silently, fix the problem, and figure out a solution.Back at the office, Justin skipped dinner and personally called Daniel. After hours of negotiation, Daniel finally agreed to give them another chance.The new meeting was set for a few days later.Once the situation was resolved, Justin felt a touch better. Stepping out of the CEO's office, he noticed Candice still at her desk. "Justin, is everything okay now?""It's all sorted out now," Justin replied."Really? That's amazing! You're incredible!" Candice's eyes sparkled with admiration.Justin's mood lifted. He enjoyed the way Candice
Serena hailed a cab and headed straight for Farrow Corporation.On the way, she got a call from Lauren, who asked where she was. Serena casually mentioned where she was going.Lauren immediately insisted on coming over, claiming that as her best friend, she couldn't let her go through this alone. She'd come to help Serena deal with Justin.Serena tried to talk her out of it, but in the end, she couldn't stop her.An hour later, the cab pulled up to the entrance of Farrow Corporation's towering building.The sun blazed off the glass and steel, making her squint as she stepped out.The headquarters of Farrow Corporation wasn't located here before. This was the new building.Five years ago, when it had just been completed, Justin had been in a great mood. He had drunk heavily to celebrate and ended up passing out in the CEO's office.Serena had stayed by his side the whole time.She stood in front of the massive windows to enjoy the night view. Suddenly, she felt someone lean in
"You, of course!" Serena replied without hesitation. Wilson grinned. "Really? Judging by the way you were zoning out in the car earlier, I thought you were worried I'd beaten Justin too badly.""I wasn't worried about him," she said, turning her face toward the window. "I was just thinking about something."Her mind drifted to the past, back to her time with Justin. Once, during a client dinner, a man tried to take advantage of her by pressuring her to drink. When she refused, he lost his temper, poured a drink over her head, and berated her in front of everyone.Justin had been there. He demanded an apology—but not from the client. Instead, he made her apologize to the man. She swallowed her pride and muttered a soft "I'm sorry" while holding back tears of humiliation.Later, she brought it up when they were alone, hoping for some sympathy, but Justin had brushed it off. "I was right there. He wouldn't have actually done anything. Serena, you're usually so reasonable—this client
Serena's expression almost faltered. Once they were out of earshot, she could not help but whisper, "Mr. Quade, why didn't you deny it?"Wilson raised a brow and replied, "Did you see how much that young woman idolized the idea of a perfect love story? How could I crush her dream like that?""Well, in the future… maybe don't make jokes like that again," she said with a sigh.Wilson's faint smile faded slightly at that. "Alright."Serena kept her head lowered, completely missing the subtle drop in his mood.Afterward, they headed to the doctor's office, where she underwent a thorough examination. Just as she had expected, everything was fine. Then, they visited a few more departments, but the results were the same—nothing wrong.When Serena came out, she found Wilson leaning against the wall, flipping through her medical reports one by one. His slightly tousled hair fell over his forehead, adding a trace of melancholy to his otherwise striking features.Several passersby could no
Just as Serena was about to leave, Wilson pushed the door open and walked in. He was dressed in a custom-tailored black suit without a tie, and the perfectly fitted trousers accentuated his long legs. His demeanor was cool and composed, yet there was a hint of casual indifference in his stride."Mr. Quade," Serena greeted him with a warm smile. "I brought you your breakfast."Wilson approached the desk and glanced at the neatly packaged mushroom soup on it. He clicked his tongue. He remarked dryly, "Ms. Judd, your soup looks so exquisite—exactly like the one from the breakfast shop downstairs. Funny, the packaging even has the same logo."Serena froze for a moment before explaining, "I did make soup for you, but there was an accident this morning, and it spilled everywhere. I had no choice but to buy some. Don't worry—I'll make it for you tomorrow."Wilson's gaze softened slightly. "Are you okay?""Huh?" Serena blinked. Then, it hit her that he was asking about her. "I'm fine. The
The next morning, Serena woke up early to prepare breakfast. Her fridge was stocked with fresh vegetables and some meat, so she decided to make a pot of hearty mushroom soup. Once everything was carefully packed into a thermalware food jar, she headed to the office.As she approached the crosswalk near her building, a Range Rover suddenly sped out of nowhere, grazing past her. Serena instinctively stepped back, narrowly avoiding harm, but her bag was not so lucky. It hit the car, sending the food jar flying, and the soup spilled across the pavement.The Range Rover screeched to a halt, and the driver rolled down the window to toss out a wad of cash onto the ground. The driver barked, "We're in a rush. Mr. Jenkins says this is your compensation!" Serena slowly walked over, picked up the money, and approached the vehicle. Just as the driver prepared to step on the gas, Serena raised her hand and slammed the cash right into his face.She said firmly, "I've already taken a picture of
Mollie slammed the car door shut, and the Maybach sped off into the night. Meanwhile, Candice stood by the curb, frozen in place for a long while.Not far away, Joseph had watched the scene unfold, and a flicker of pity crossed his face. "Mollie's temper can be a bit much. Candice looks pretty pitiful—I should give her a ride home."Arthur stepped in front of him, stopping him with a firm hand. He said flatly, "Don't get involved.""What's the deal? You're usually all about being a gentleman," Joseph asked, puzzled.Arthur's expression darkened slightly. "Candice doesn't need your help. She's no innocent little bunny.""And how would you know that?" Joseph challenged.Arthur smirked. "Because I'm good at reading people. For example, I knew right away you're an idiot. Nailed it, didn't I?"Joseph was rendered speechless, wondering what he did to deserve that....Mollie dropped Justin off at his villa and made sure the housekeeper, Wendy Moore, was ready to take care of him. Wh
Mollie rolled her eyes. "Mind your own business."Joseph said, "As someone who's been on the receiving end, I'm giving you fair warning—Wilson is even more dangerous than Justin. Don't think you can get close to him easily.""As long as he's not blind like Justin, I'm fine," Mollie retorted, glancing at Candice from a distance, her irritation bubbling up again."I still can't figure out what Justin's thinking," Mollie muttered. "My friend, Lynn Campbell, is so much better than this girl, but he wouldn't even consider her.""Lynn?" Joseph frowned. "Oh, come on. At that party, she was throwing shade at Candice the whole time. I don't like her.""Shut up!" Mollie shot back. "She likes Justin. Of course, she'd feel jealous seeing another woman by his side. You guys just don't get it!"Joseph shrugged and went quiet. Fine, maybe he did not get it. But at least his moral compass worked—he knew good from bad. ...After his talk with Arthur, Justin grew unusually quiet. He did not bot
Arthur flashed Candice a polite smile. "Don't take it to heart. Mollie's always been like this.""It's fine," Candice responded softly, her demeanor obedient and composed.Arthur turned to Justin with a calm grin and added, "Mind if I borrow him for a minute?""Go ahead," Candice said, moving to sit quietly on a couch nearby.Mollie ignored her, and Joseph was too preoccupied with singing, leaving Candice scrolling through her phone alone.Justin loosened his tie and sat down next to Arthur. "What do you want to say?"Arthur poured him a glass of Burgundy. "Are you really done with Serena?"Justin's expression hardened. "You can't break up if you were never together. Serena and I were never a thing.""Then why keep her hanging on for so long?" Arthur asked.Justin's irritation flared. "That was her choice. She stayed because she wanted to."Arthur sipped his wine thoughtfully. "We've known each other forever, so I'll be straight with you. 19 years—she's spent nearly a quarter
Candice's smile fell. "Why not?"Justin pressed his cigarette into the ashtray, his brows furrowed. After a while, he replied, "This bakery isn't well-known, and the cakes aren't great. Pick a larger chain. You could franchise something better—I'll fund it, and it'll be much more profitable.""But I want this one," Candice insisted, her nails digging into her palm as she forced a smile. "Didn't you say I could make my own choices?""Pick another one," Justin stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.Candice lowered her head slightly, hiding the bitterness and resentment in her eyes beneath her docile expression.Just then, a knock sounded at the office door, and a client stepped in. Justin stood, gently moving Candice off his lap. "You should head home. I've got work to do."With that, Candice left quietly. ...After a long day of meetings and a client dinner, Justin finally wrapped up his work. By the time he finished, the sky had already turned dark. Suddenly,
Serena used to bring Justin a small cake from Indigo every week. She even learned how to bake, trying to create something special just for him.As the thought crossed his mind, Justin's eyes instinctively drifted to the small cake on his desk. He froze."Is this from Indigo?" he asked sharply.Candice blinked. "Yeah, I thought you liked it...""I don't like it. Don't buy it again," Justin said, leaning back in his chair, his mood souring for reasons he didn't want to admit.His gaze settled on Candice. "Why are you wearing a hat?""I-It's nothing," Candice muttered, fidgeting and pulling the hat down further.Justin's eyes narrowed. "Take it off."Her hesitation only fueled his suspicion. "I said, take it off. Now." Candice reluctantly walked over, her steps dragging. Justin stood, reached out, and pulled the hat off her head. His expression darkened the moment he saw the sticky smear of frosting in her hair."What happened?"Candice bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes.