Renee barely had time to react as Carl picked up the items scattered on her couch—a half-finished scarf, various balls of yarn in different colors, and several abandoned projects. She had tried a few rows with certain colors, only to dislike them and set them aside, leaving a trail of unfinished work.She’d been stuck deciding between dark red and black. Carl already had plenty of black things, so she leaned toward the dark red. But worried he might prefer black, she’d started a second scarf in that color. Now, with the scattered yarn and projects on display, it looked as if she’d put in an excessive amount of effort.“Are all these for me?” Carl asked, his tone indifferent as he examined the scene.His question made Renee feel self-conscious, as if she’d read too much into her own intentions. She awkwardly tried to block his view of the items on the couch. “No, I haven’t knitted in ages, so I’ve been practicing. I bought extras to get the hang of it again.”Ignoring her explanatio
Repay a favor.Carl’s lips curled into a faint sneer as the words echoed in his mind.At the Grey Estate.The butler knocked softly before entering the study. Michael was practicing yoga, his movements slow and deliberate. He paused when he caught sight of the butler from the corner of his eye. Accepting a towel from a maid, he gestured for the rest of the staff to leave before taking a seat.“How’s Marcus doing?” Michael asked while wiping his brow. “Once he’s back, I’ll need to have a good talk with him. Acting out like that over some woman—it’s disgraceful for the eldest son of this family.”The butler handed him a cup of tea, his expression tense. “Sir, the team you sent to deal with the woman and her child has reported back…”Michael’s brow furrowed. “What did they say?”The butler hesitated. “Mr. Marcus’s small diner caught fire a few days ago. Though the blaze wasn’t severe, all three members of his family died from smoke inhalation.”“Ridiculous!” Michael slammed the te
The biting January wind swept through the bustling streets of the city, its icy chill creeping into every corner. Even the grandeur of the capital couldn’t shake off the hint of desolation brought by the freezing air.Renee stepped out of the taxi, clutching a carefully wrapped bag, and adjusted the turtleneck of her sweater to cover half her face. As she turned toward the entrance of the Grey estate, she noticed something unusual. The typically solemn mansion was now adorned with bright decorations.It wasn’t Christmas—what could warrant such grandeur?After a polite exchange with the guards, Renee hurried inside. She spotted Susanne on the porch, directing the maids with a commanding presence.“Mom,” Renee called out.Susanne glanced over, her eyes catching the bag in Renee’s hand. “You’re here! What’s in that? It’s wrapped so beautifully.”Renee quickly hid the bag behind her. “Oh, nothing much, just something I brought along. What’s the occasion? Why’s everything so festive t
“So, you already know each other,” Michael said, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression carrying a subtle undertone. “Renee, this is Ruby Sanders, Carl’s lifesaver. She recently returned from abroad. She was also Carl’s junior in college, and her family is quite prominent. You two should get along well.”Lifesaver. Prominent family.Those were the words Michael wanted Renee to hear.What else could she say? Renee lifted her gaze slightly, catching sight of Ruby looking at Carl with a serene, affectionate expression.How could there not be feelings between them when she had risked her life to save him?Her throat felt dry, but she forced a smile. “Understood.”As the words left her mouth, she felt Carl’s icy gaze linger on her. Renee didn’t look up, standing quietly in place.Soon, the Grey family’s relatives began to arrive. Michael waved his hand, gesturing for everyone to sit.“Don’t just stand there. Have a seat.”Susanne bustled around enthusiastically, saying,
Renee washed her hands and rolled up her sleeves, ready to help Susanne in the kitchen. But just as she was about to start, Patrick walked in, shrugging off his coat."Alright, you two, go eat. I'll take care of things here," he said."Thank you, darling," Susanne replied with a smile that made her eyes crinkle."Thanks, Uncle," Renee chimed in before taking two bowls of soup and sitting down at the small table to eat.The soup was unlike anything she’d had before—rich and comforting.Susanne and Patrick exchanged a few affectionate words before joining her. As soon as Susanne sat down, she snatched Renee’s bowl and gulped down the rest of the soup."I'm parched! Anyway, I found out everything you wanted to know," Susanne said, her tone playful."Found out what? Mom, when did I ask you to investigate anything?" Renee looked at her in confusion."About Ruby," Susanne said, lowering her voice as if sharing a juicy secret.Intrigued, Renee stayed silent, letting her continue."R
Ruby looked at Carl and quickly shook her head. “I didn’t save Carl expecting anything in return. Back then, it wouldn’t have mattered who was in that car—I’d have done the same.”Her tone was sincere, without a hint of pretense.Michael observed her with approval and nodded. “Ruby, it’s Carl’s fortune to have someone like you in his life.”“Mr. Grey, with praise like that, I don’t even know how to respond,” Ruby said, blushing slightly as she instinctively leaned closer to Carl’s side.Her feelings for him were obvious to everyone at the table, and no one objected.Even with her disability, Ruby was seen as a symbol of virtue—she had sacrificed herself for Carl, and bringing her into the family would be a gesture of honor for the Greys. Add her prestigious family background to the equation, and the match seemed perfect.Ruby glanced at Carl’s chiseled profile, her gaze filled with anticipation, hoping he might say something in response.But Carl merely picked up the fruit platt
Carl’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing with a piercing coldness. “Renee,” he said, his voice low but sharp.Renee met his gaze head-on. “You really didn’t notice what Michael did today? Watching my mom and me struggle pointlessly—is that entertaining to you? I’m tired of playing these games with you. That night was long over, Uncle Carl.”Her words carried a finality. Between them, there would always be only that polite “Uncle Carl.”A glint of ice flickered in Carl’s eyes before he turned and strode toward the trash bin.Renee watched his retreating figure, her emotions a tangled mess. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to retrieve the bag or to just leave it there. But with each step he took toward the trash bin, her heart clenched tighter.Just as Carl was about to stop the maid from disposing of the trash, a sharp cry echoed from the garden path.He turned toward the sound, and so did Renee.Ruby, wearing her prosthetic leg, had tripped over a stone slab and fallen to
Patrick’s face grew solemn after hearing Renee’s words. He understood the unspoken meaning behind them: from now on, they wouldn’t even count as family—no ties, no obligations.“Renee, I’m sorry.”“Uncle, please take care of my mom,” Renee said with a smile, entrusting him with the task.Susanne wanted to scold her daughter, but the memory of the three of them huddled in the kitchen eating earlier in the day stopped her. She finally realized it was her own presence that had made life so difficult for Renee, forcing her to endure humiliation again and again.Susanne mustered a smile. “Take care of yourself.”“I will.” Renee slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out without looking back.Moments later, the butler entered the kitchen.“Mr. Patrick, Madam Susanne, Miss Sanders is leaving.”“Understood. We’ll come right away.” Patrick straightened his clothes and took Susanne’s hand as they walked out together.The butler quickly added, “Master requested Miss Lacey to join in
As Renee stepped out of the restroom, she didn’t feel ready to return to the private dining room. Something about the atmosphere felt suffocating, especially the way Michael’s probing gaze seemed to silently urge her to leave.She walked down the corridor to a quiet lounge area. Pushing open the glass door, a gust of cold wind swept in, making her pull her coat tighter around her. Leaning against the railing, she looked out at the distant skyline, hoping the crisp air would clear her mind. When she finally felt calm enough, she decided to return to the gathering.Turning around, she walked straight into a firm chest. Looking up, she met Carl’s icy gaze. The coldness in his eyes was enough to steal the breath from her lungs, leaving her fingers trembling at her sides.Renee took a step back, forcing herself to maintain her composure. “Uncle Carl, is there something you need?”Carl didn’t answer. He advanced slowly, step by step, until she was pressed against the railing with nowhere
The air grew tense as Michael’s sharp words echoed through the room, dripping with disdain, clearly meant to humiliate Renee. He made no effort to consider the presence of the other guests, including the Sanders siblings. His tone carried venom, each word landing like a heavy blow on Renee.Under the weight of everyone’s stares, Renee felt herself growing smaller. Just as she was about to step back, a steady hand landed gently on her waist, guiding her forward.“Mr. Grey,” Levi Sanders said with an easy smile, “is there some misunderstanding about my date?”“Your date?” Michael’s expression darkened further, tinged with disbelief and scorn. His gaze at Renee was sharp, accusing, as though calling her a disgrace.Renee understood his look all too well. She glanced sideways at Carl, whose expression was as cold and impassive as ever. That fleeting moment of eye contact drained the strength from her body, leaving her feeling bitter and hollow. The pain seeped into her bones, cold and
Levi stepped out of the car first and extended his hand toward Renee.Renee shifted in her seat, gripping the edge of the car door. “I can manage on my own.”Levi didn’t lower his hand. “Have you forgotten? Today, you’re my date.”Hearing that, Renee hesitated but eventually placed her hand in his. After all, she’d already signed the million-dollar contract. When Mandy found out, she’d even doubled her bonus, so Renee felt compelled to take her role seriously.She stepped out of the car slowly, but her new high heels felt unsteady. She wobbled, and before she knew it, she stumbled toward Levi.He caught her waist effortlessly. “I’ll have Joe buy you some flats. You’re tall enough; no need to torture yourself with these.”“Thank you,” Renee said, flashing a grateful smile.Just then, a familiar voice called out from across the driveway.“Levi? Renee?”Renee froze, her body stiffening. She turned slowly, almost dreading what she’d see.There they were—Ruby, arm in arm with Carl
At the very least, his future partner should be prettier than Renee, right? But, that would be a tough find.After exchanging phone numbers with Levi, Renee stood to leave.Levi, ever the gentleman, offered, “Shall I give you a ride?”Renee smiled politely. “You’re my client. It wouldn’t be appropriate. I’ll grab a cab. Take care.”Watching her walk away, Levi chuckled softly. She was intriguing.His phone buzzed.“Levi, how did the blind date go?” came his sister's teasing voice.“Which one?” Levi asked, his smile widening as he thought of Renee.“You’re smiling, aren’t you? Looks like it worked out.”“You’ll find out tomorrow.”“Promise me one thing,” his sister continued, her tone turning serious. “Don’t make things difficult for them. I don’t want to use my situation to guilt anyone.”Levi’s gaze turned cold momentarily, but he softened for his sister’s sake. “I understand.”The next morning, Renee woke early to get ready. She took extra care with her appearance, her ex
The table fell silent for a moment.Renee stared at the man in front of her, trying to gauge if he was joking. Before she could respond, the manager hurried over.“Apologies, the server mixed up the table numbers. This is actually table 26.”Renee turned to look at the man seated at table 27, who was clearly waiting. Feeling embarrassed, she glanced back at the man across from her. “Sorry about the confusion. Best of luck with your blind date.”The man’s tailored suit and expensive demeanor screamed wealth—someone she couldn’t afford to offend. Without waiting for a response, Renee quickly got up and moved to the correct table.She apologized to her client before settling in.Meanwhile, a woman dressed in the latest runway fashion took Renee’s former seat at table 26. As soon as she sat down, she began talking.“You look decent, but plenty of wealthy men chase after me. Let’s cut to the chase: unless you’re buying a million dollar house under my name, I’m not interested.”Renee
Ruby’s message pinged on Renee’s phone:"You don’t know either? Back in college, so many girls pursued him, but he ignored everyone. After the car accident, he suddenly changed, claiming he liked someone. I was still recovering in the hospital then and felt heartbroken when I heard that."That person must be you.Renee typed the response but deleted it immediately. It wasn’t her place to conclude such things. If Carl wanted to express his feelings, that should be his decision.Instead, she replied honestly:"You know how things were between my mom and my uncle. I didn’t move into the Grey family home until after Carl returned from college. I really don’t know.""I forgot about that—sorry.""No worries, I need to get back to work now.""Alright."Renee set her phone aside and stared blankly at her computer screen. Despite sitting there for ages, her design sketch wasn’t coming together.Her thoughts were interrupted when Mandy walked in. She gently tapped Renee on the shoulder,
Carl responded distractedly with a brief hum before walking away.Through the car window, Ruby watched his figure grow smaller, an unsettling emptiness welling in her chest. She suddenly clutched her chest and began to cough.Jackson, sitting in the driver’s seat, quickly handed her a bottle of water. “Miss Sanders, are you alright?”“I’m fine, just caught a chill,” Ruby replied, nervously fiddling with the bottle cap. “Mr. Chancer, did I say something wrong just now?”Jackson remained composed as ever. “Not at all. Mr. Grey is just always busy with work.”“I see,” Ruby murmured, though her worry lingered.After dropping Ruby off, Jackson returned to Carl’s downtown penthouse. While sorting through some company files, he heard the door open. When Carl walked in, Jackson’s eyes widened in disbelief.“Mr. Grey… is that…?”Carl shot him a cold glance and handed over a bag.“Send it for dry clean.”“Yes, sir.”Mandy’s new product launch was a resounding success, even drawing co
Patrick’s face grew solemn after hearing Renee’s words. He understood the unspoken meaning behind them: from now on, they wouldn’t even count as family—no ties, no obligations.“Renee, I’m sorry.”“Uncle, please take care of my mom,” Renee said with a smile, entrusting him with the task.Susanne wanted to scold her daughter, but the memory of the three of them huddled in the kitchen eating earlier in the day stopped her. She finally realized it was her own presence that had made life so difficult for Renee, forcing her to endure humiliation again and again.Susanne mustered a smile. “Take care of yourself.”“I will.” Renee slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out without looking back.Moments later, the butler entered the kitchen.“Mr. Patrick, Madam Susanne, Miss Sanders is leaving.”“Understood. We’ll come right away.” Patrick straightened his clothes and took Susanne’s hand as they walked out together.The butler quickly added, “Master requested Miss Lacey to join in
Carl’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing with a piercing coldness. “Renee,” he said, his voice low but sharp.Renee met his gaze head-on. “You really didn’t notice what Michael did today? Watching my mom and me struggle pointlessly—is that entertaining to you? I’m tired of playing these games with you. That night was long over, Uncle Carl.”Her words carried a finality. Between them, there would always be only that polite “Uncle Carl.”A glint of ice flickered in Carl’s eyes before he turned and strode toward the trash bin.Renee watched his retreating figure, her emotions a tangled mess. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to retrieve the bag or to just leave it there. But with each step he took toward the trash bin, her heart clenched tighter.Just as Carl was about to stop the maid from disposing of the trash, a sharp cry echoed from the garden path.He turned toward the sound, and so did Renee.Ruby, wearing her prosthetic leg, had tripped over a stone slab and fallen to