The raw dislike in Valarie's eyes stabbed at Tom's heart like a sharp knife, and the pain radiated through him, nearly overwhelming him.Tom began, "Valarie, I didn't understand my own feelings five years ago and did a lot of hurtful things to you. For the past five years abroad, I've thought about you every day. Valarie, I actually—"Valarie cut him off, "Tom, you're not about to say some nonsense about loving me, are you?"Tom froze, guilt and affection flooding his expression as he looked at her."Valarie, can't you give me another chance?" he asked. "I promise I'll cherish you and won't make you sad again.""Tom, you're overestimating yourself. I won't feel sad for you anymore. Your so-called love is just self-indulgence." Valarie's eyes showed no sign of softening."If you really loved me, would you have been in bed with another woman? Would you come to me now and ask for another chance while I'm seeing someone else?" she demanded. "If I were to get back together with you, h
"Okay," Damon said as he gently tucked a stray hair behind Nyla's ear and leaned closer to her.Suddenly, Valarie's voice interrupted them. "Mr. Sumner, PDAs are prohibited!"Damon was momentarily speechless. He pulled back from Nyla and turned to Valarie."Ms. Weir, I'll remember this," he said.Valarie replied confidently, "When you marry Nyla, I'll definitely be one of the bridesmaids. By the way, what was it you said you'd remember?"Damon took a deep breath."I remembered that I ought to invite you over for dinner sometime," he replied.Valarie raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I'm free any day. Feel free to contact me.""Sure…" Damon muttered, his expression turning into a semi-scowl.It seemed he would need to have a talk with Brandon soon about keeping his girlfriend in check.Seeing Damon flustered was rare, and Nyla couldn't help but chuckle.Damon glanced at her, his eyes silently reproachful.Nyla forced herself to stop laughing."You should go talk business," she said.
Rebecca watched Jane's proud figure walking away and clutched her dress tightly, rage burning in her eyes.When Jane returned to Gabriel's side, he was deep in conversation with Shane from Starlite Enterprise.Overhearing them discuss the Golden Waters Resort project, she remained alert. She held her glass and stood seemingly idly by Gabriel, but she absorbed every word they said."Mr. Hackett, I was quite interested in collaborating with the Wilkie Group, but they've been slow to respond. I had to sign a contract with Mr. Calnan from Start Vic," Shane said. "He transferred the funds to Starlite Enterprise's account this afternoon. We can consider collaborating next time."Gabriel nodded. "Of course, Mr. Tonra. The investment this time is substantial. Let's work together on the next promising project."Shane turned to Jane with a smile. "I admire your decisiveness, Ms. Wilkie. We must collaborate when the opportunity arises."Jane forced a smile. "Thank you for the compliment, Mr
"She told me tonight that if my dad was the first to agree to the demolition, he'd get an extra unit," Nyla said.Damon signaled left, stopping the car at the intersection to look at her. "Does your dad not want to move?""Yeah, and I don't really want to either," she replied."Then don't," Damon said.Nyla raised an eyebrow. "You're not the project manager. Just because you say we won't move doesn't mean we won't. Some people support the demolition, while those who disagree now are just trying to drive up the price."She didn't believe all the residents wanted to stay in that old, run-down neighborhood."I could buy that project," Damon suggested."If you have that much money, just give it to me," Nyla joked.Damon handed her a black card without hesitation."This is my main card," he said. "All my savings are in it."Nyla was taken aback—her first instinct was to refuse. "No thanks. I have enough money."Damon didn't press her and took the card back. After all, once they w
Nathaniel frowned when he didn't see Rebecca in the living room and called for a maid. "Where's Rebecca?"Seeing his scowl, the maid quickly bowed her head, too fearful to meet his gaze. "Mr. Preston, Mrs. Preston said she couldn't sleep and went for a walk in the garden. She didn't take anyone with her."Nathaniel said nothing more and strode out the door.In the garden's pavilion, Rebecca was on the phone with Sullivan."Sullivan, when are you going to take action? I don't have time to waste!" she hissed.Dim streetlights cast eerie shadows across her face."Ms. Austen, opportunities don't come easily, and I've been injured recently. There's no chance to do anything," Sullivan replied.His casual tone enraged Rebecca, and she growled, "Sullivan, I helped save your dad before, and I can cut off his medical expenses any time I want. I won't support a loser. If Nyla is still safe after a week, I won't pay a single penny to the hospital!"With what Sullivan earned, he couldn't po
Screams echoed from the pavilion, each one blending with the next, until a full half-hour passed before silence finally fell.During this time, not a single servant appeared. The staff had grown used to Rebecca being hit, and nobody dared to intervene. After all, they were just employees, and Rebecca wasn't particularly kind to them. It was best to avoid trouble whenever possible.Rebecca lay motionless on the pavilion floor, barely conscious. Her body was covered in bruises, though her face remained unmarked.Standing over her, Nathaniel looked down with a mix of disgust and hatred. He snarled, "Rebecca, if you hadn't lied to me, I wouldn't have had a falling-out with Damon. The Preston Group wouldn't be in this mess, begging for partnerships. You deserve every bit of this."Rebecca didn't reply. Her eyes were full of despair.How much longer would this endless, miserable life continue? If she had known what returning to the country would cost her, she would never have come back.
With a final scornful look, Nathaniel strode away.Rebecca stared at his back, her eyes burning with hatred. He despised her, but she felt no less resentment toward him.Every day she endured his torment, desperate to escape this life. If she could go back, she'd never have let Nathaniel into her life.When Nathaniel returned to his study, he immediately called Damon to recount everything Rebecca had just told him."Sounds like Drake might not have any ill intentions toward Nyla," he ventured.Damon tapped rhythmically on his desk, his eyes cast down. "Thanks, but this doesn't really add up to what I need."Nathaniel knew Rebecca's vague answers were hardly useful, so he said, "I wasn't planning to get anything out of this. I'll get Rebecca to reach out to Drake again, see if we can dig deeper. Then we'll talk.""Sure," Damon answered.Damon hung up and set his phone down, a cold glint in his eyes. He only wanted peace with Nyla, yet trouble seemed to find them again and again.
Nyla let out a soft gasp as she found herself straddling Damon's lap, his muscles tense beneath her. Her face flushed, and she quickly looked away.Turning off the hairdryer, she muttered, "All done. Let me put this away."Before she could get up, Damon took the hairdryer from her and tossed it aside."What are you—" Before Nyla could finish, Damon kissed her.His scent of pine filled her senses, and her body trembled, melting into his embrace.When Damon finally pulled back, their breaths were uneven, and their heartbeats pounded so loudly it was impossible to tell whose was whose. His hand glided down her waist, gently untying her robe, which fell open...The lights clicked off.It took a while before the intimate atmosphere in the room finally calmed.…Only Tom and his secretary remained in the living room of the Genge villa.Tom handed a bag to his secretary. "Send this to Meristate."The bag was transparent, holding a used wine glass.The secretary hesitated. "Mr. Gen
"That's more like it," Valarie chirped.Nyla couldn't help but say, "Valarie, stop bullying Brandon all the time."Brandon turned to her and sighed dramatically. "Aunt Nyla, since you mentioned it, I have to say something. You have no idea what I've been through these past six months, I— Ouch!"Before he could finish, Valarie pinched his waist. "What was that? Tell me, Brandon. Have you been unhappy these past six months?""N-No... I've been very happy..." Brandon winced."Have I bullied you then?" Valarie pressed."No..." Brandon murmured.Valarie huffed. "If not, then keep your mouth shut, or Nyla will really think I mistreat you." Brandon gave her a pitiful look, lowering his head like a scolded puppy.Before they married, Valarie had been gentle and beautiful in his eyes. But after marriage, he realized how wrong he had been.Gentle and beautiful? All an illusion.If he stayed out drinking and came home late, he'd have to choose between sleeping on the couch or outside.
Taking Mia to work was exhausting, but every time she smiled at Damon, it made everything worth it."She'll be fine. Didn't you just say she loves us both equally? She'll cry for a bit, but if you stop taking her to the office, she'll get used to being at home," Nyla reasoned.Seeing Nyla's determination, Damon finally relented. "Alright, we'll try it tomorrow. But if she cries too much, you'll have to take her to the office.""Deal!" Nyla said....After getting ready for work the next morning, Damon kissed Mia on the cheek and headed for the door.As soon as he changed his shoes at the entrance, she reached her little arms toward him, asking to be held. She had grown so accustomed to going to the office with him every day that it had become a reflex.Damon glanced at Nyla. "Nyla, maybe today we should—"Nyla interrupted, "Nope. You go to work. And if you're free for lunch, don't bother coming home. If you need to work late, no rush to come back either."Damon chuckled. "You'
"Brandon, from now on, I'm entrusting Valarie to you," Jonathan said. "She's been spoiled by us and can be a little willful at times. I hope you'll be patient with her in your marriage, and I wish you both a lifetime of happiness together."Brandon held Valarie's hand tightly, his expression solemn. "Dad, don't worry. I'll cherish her with all my heart."Jonathan nodded, stepping down from the stage. He discreetly wiped away his tears.After exchanging vows and rings, Valarie and Brandon sealed their love with a kiss, surrounded by cheers and applause.…On the way home from the wedding, Nyla glanced at Damon. "I saw Mr. Weir wipe his tears so many times today. When Bunny gets married, you'll definitely be just like him, sneaking off somewhere to cry."Damon's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, his gaze sharpening. "No one will ever be good enough for my daughter. If she never gets married, we'll take care of her for the rest of our lives."Nyla raised an eyebrow and
"Of course! When's the wedding?" Nyla asked.Valarie shook her head. "We haven't decided yet. He'll come to my house in a few days to discuss it with my parents."Nyla raised an eyebrow. "You're about to get really busy. Planning a wedding alone will take a lot of work.""Yeah, I'm already getting a headache just thinking about it," Valarie replied....For the next few months, Valarie was completely consumed by wedding preparations and work, barely having time to catch her breath.The wedding was set for August 8th, leaving them with less than six months to finalize everything.Valarie even traveled abroad several times to meet with designers and ensure her wedding dress was exactly what she wanted.Beyond the dress, she and Brandon spent hours discussing every detail—from the venue to the wedding favors and bouquet choices....After months of nonstop planning, the big day finally arrived.Valarie was already up, getting her hair and makeup done at 2:00 a.m.By the time N
Valarie looked up and saw the approaching glow.When the figure finally stopped in front of her, she realized it was Brandon.Frowning, she asked, "Where did you go? I waited so long for you. And what are you hiding behind your back?"Brandon flipped his phone face-down on the table, revealing the flowers he had hidden. Then he dropped to one knee."Valarie, I had planned a perfect proposal for you, but when you asked earlier about the meaning of wearing a wedding dress, I knew I couldn't wait any longer."Before I met you, my life revolved solely around work. I never paused for anyone—I never cared whether the sun was rising or setting, or if the moon was full or waning. But everything changed after I met you."I began cherishing the thought of greeting you every morning, sharing meals with you, and standing by your side for life."Valarie, I want every morning to begin with us waking up together, and every night to end with us holding each other as we fall asleep."Finally, B
Of course, every time they visited Valarie's home, Phoebe would subtly—or sometimes not so subtly—hint that they should get married.Brandon had always assumed Valarie wasn't interested in marriage since she never responded to those hints. He hadn't considered proposing.But today, seeing her so excited about picking out baby clothes made him start to imagine a future with her—building a family, raising a child.That thought filled his heart with warmth.After more than three hours of shopping, they finally left the mall, their arms full of bags.Once they loaded everything into the car, Valarie turned to Brandon. "I'm starving. Let's grab something to eat."Brandon nodded. "Sure. What are you in the mood for?""I'm not picky. Is there anything good around here? I don't feel like going too far," she replied.Brandon paused, then said, "There's a place with ethnic cuisine nearby. I went there once for a business meeting—it was pretty authentic. Want to give it a try?""Sounds g
Nyla was silent for a moment before nodding. "Alright. If you ever need Damon to help figure out Brandon's thoughts, just let me know.""I will. Don't worry about us, though. You just gave birth. Your main priority should be resting," Valarie said."Okay," Nyla replied.Valarie lingered in the bedroom for a while, but when she saw Nyla looking tired, she stood up and left.Downstairs, only Brandon was in the living room.Valarie walked over to him and asked, "Where's Damon?""He had something to take care of for work, so he went to the study. How's Aunt Nyla?" Brandon asked."She seems to be doing well, and the baby is adorable. Oh, right, I forgot to ask what the baby's name is. I only know her nickname is Bunny," Valarie said.Just thinking about Mia Sumner's cute little face made Valarie smile. She was already looking forward to the day the baby would call her godmother.A flicker of something crossed Brandon's eyes. "You really like kids, huh?""Of course! I've said befor
Once they were in the car, Nyla suddenly recalled Damon's phone call earlier. "By the way, what did Alexander want?"After a brief pause, Damon glanced at her. "He said Ms. Kinsey left you an inheritance and asked when we'd be able to go to Meristate to take care of it."Nyla pressed her lips together before replying, "Call him later and tell him to donate it or keep it for himself. I don't want it.""Alright," Damon replied.When they arrived home, Damon helped Nyla settle onto the couch, placing a pillow behind her back for support. Then, he said seriously, "Nyla, you've been through enough. Let's not have any more kids after this."During her first pregnancy with Mason, Damon hadn't been around, so he hadn't realized how difficult it was for her.Now, experiencing this pregnancy with her, every checkup and blood draw made his heart ache.Once Nyla gave birth, he planned to get a vasectomy. Two kids were enough for them.Nyla shot him a look. "This wasn't exactly planned, was
More than half an hour later, Nyla finally stirred from her nap.When she opened her eyes, she found Damon sitting by her bed, watching her. She froze for a moment, caught off guard.Rubbing her eyes, she realized he was still there and confirmed she wasn't dreaming.She slowly sat up, her voice still heavy with sleep. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in your study working?""I missed you, so I came to see you," Damon replied.Nyla narrowed her eyes. "You definitely have something to say if you're here all of a sudden."Damon chuckled, a little helpless. "I guess I can't fool you.""Of course not. I know you too well. Ever since I got pregnant, you've never come to see me like this in the afternoon," Nyla said."Alright. Go freshen up first, and I'll wait for you downstairs," Damon suggested."Okay," Nyla replied.After washing up, she went downstairs and sat beside Damon. "Alright, tell me. What's going on? You're acting all mysterious."Damon hesitated for a moment befo