The car stopped at the entrance of Springford Estate. Mike waited patiently for Daniel's instructions.It took a long moment for them to come.Daniel hummed in agreement, then swallowed. "Leave the divorce papers for now. I'll go get it filed with her when she wakes up."Mike nodded. "Understood, sir. I'll head back to the company first.""Alright. Hold on a moment, will you?" Daniel said. He wasn't going to let Mike take a cab back. There were plenty of other cars in the estate's garage, after all. Mike could come back and pick him up for work the next day.At this moment, Daniel was straightening out Rebecca's clothes and was trying to lift her up as gently as possible. Mike watched from the sidelines. He had never seen his boss act like this before. Daniel appeared gentle as he maneuvered Rebecca around like he was handling something fragile. Mike had never seen his boss treat Jessica, who everyone thought would be Daniel's future wife, with such gentleness before.What Mike
Daniel emerged from the guest room and stood by the stair railing on the second floor. He looked displeased, and his brow was furrowed tightly, conveying his annoyance at being disturbed. Rebecca figured that his annoyance was valid. Being woken up at such an ungodly hour would put anyone in a bad mood. "Sorry, I couldn't find the light switch for the stairs in your house. I accidentally tripped on something and ended up waking you up …" Rebecca couldn't recall much from last night after she had gotten drunk. She didn't know why she was at Springford Estate either. Nevertheless, she should be polite to Daniel, seeing she was staying at his place.Daniel looked down at her from upstairs with cold eyes filled with disdain. He snorted when he heard her refer to this house as his. If he wasn't mistaken, the house was still under Rebecca's name. He lowered his gaze and stared at the woman downstairs who had her arms crossed, then said with a hint of sarcasm, "Mrs. Winston, why'd you wa
Rebecca sat quietly on the sofa for a while. Many thoughts ran through her mind, but soon, she settled on a calm expression on her face. It was just her skin, after all. It wasn't anything worth feeling sad about. She had chosen not to undergo the surgery herself, so she couldn't put the blame on anyone else.Besides, it's not like Daniel had actually seen her scars. Even if he had, he should be the one feeling guilty and humiliated, not Rebecca. If something like this were to happen again in the future, she told herself that she wouldn't let it affect her emotions anymore.If she were to marry and her partner in the future said the same thing Daniel did, it would only indicate that she had poor taste in men. If her future partner didn't mind her scars, she wouldn't mind them either. She would be open to getting married to whoever it was. While those thoughts raced in Rebecca's head, Daniel suddenly spoke up from behind her. "I heated some mashed potatoes for you. Shall we eat now?
"To celebrate our—" Rebecca cut herself off abruptly when she saw Daniel's expression. She decided it was best if she didn't speak what was on her mind. She honestly couldn't understand him. The man clearly despised being married to her and only agreed to do so because it was Mr. Winston Senior's dying wish. Should he be glad that they were getting divorced? Why did he have such a sour expression on his face? Rebecca didn't have much time to think more about it. The shattered bowl had cut Daniel's finger. Water from the tap mixed with crimson blood flowed into the sink. She furrowed her brow and said, "Let me wash the dishes. You should go take care of your wound.""No need," Daniel said, casually throwing the broken pieces of the bowl into the trash can. Then, he washed the rest of the dirty dishes without pause. There were only two bowls to wash, after all. It wasn't much work, so there was no need for Rebecca to help out. However, after Daniel turned off the tap, his hand sta
Rebecca quickly sent a message to the group chat to let her family know that she was safe.As soon as she sent the message, a phone call from Alex came in. Rebecca felt a little guilty. As such, after answering the call, she hurriedly said in a sweet voice, "Hi, Alex. Why are you up so early in the morning?" Rebecca had woken up at four in the morning. It was 15 minutes to five at the moment. Alex paid no mind to her greeting and went straight to the point. "Are you still with Daniel?" he asked, tone slightly intimidating.Rebecca paused for a moment. However, after some thought, she quickly realized how Alex had found out about that. She had been drinking with Ryan at Ninth Manor, after all. Anyone who asked around about her would've been able to know her whereabouts. Sam had been in Riverwood for quite a while now, so it was easy for him to get a hold of such information.Her family kept calling and texting her because they were worried about her being alone with Daniel. They
Daniel hadn't meant to eavesdrop on her phone call. He'd only come to charge his phone because he remembered that there was an extra charger in the master bedroom. He wasn't expecting to hear her flirtatiously telling someone to think of her when he was about to knock. His fist paused in the air, a swarm of thoughts clouding his head. That tone of hers was obviously only used toward people who were really close to her. He'd only ever heard such a sweet voice coming from her years ago, before her return. Since that was the case, who had she been talking to? The door was ajar, so he could hear her clearly. With a slight raise of his head, he was able to see her expressions. At times, she smiled at something on her phone, and at times, she looked uncertain. She was the picture of a woman in love. At that thought, Daniel's emotionless face turned cold. He knocked on the door sharply. Rebecca looked back and saw that the door was ajar. She got out of bed at once and shuffled into
Daniel's hand was frozen in midair. He was evidently planning to knock right as Rebecca opened the door, so he paused in his movements. She was still taken aback, though. "What are you doing here?" It was too early in the morning to be startled. She was lucky to have a strong will. Daniel put his hand down slowly. He frowned when he saw the disdain on her face, but he quickly went back to being dignified. "It's about time I left for work. I was planning to ask you if you'd like a ride."Getting a cab in the area wasn't easy, and he brought her there yesterday. He could take her back if she needed. However, judging by her outfit, she obviously had other plans. Unsurprisingly, Rebecca declined his offer. "That's alright. Thank you, Mr. Winston, but my brother is coming to pick me up. He'll be downstairs any moment, so I won't bother you anymore." Daniel didn't say much else. That online report was real. Ethan was her biological brother. He couldn't very well object to him coming
Brother, she'd said. A brother who would give her a rose.He scoffed.Daniel watched as the black Maybach drove away, sneering. This was probably the lovely brother that she talked to so happily over the phone in the morning. He kept staring until the car was reduced to a speck of dust, and he retracted his gaze, a layer of frost on his face.Meanwhile, the passengers in the car had not noticed him at all.Rebecca loved roses. When she was young and in love, she wished for someone to give her roses. Even one was enough. However, as the years passed, she realized it might have just been wishful thinking. She had not received a single one. Thus, she began learning to love herself. If no one was going to give her roses, she would get them herself. Life was too short for her to wait on someone.If no one would love her, she would do it herself.That was why she chose to take a botanical course when she was abroad. She learned how to plant and care for roses. Soon, that little rented