It was John's voice. Excitedly, she leaned against the window to see. And then... Damn it, she actually saw Yosef and John together. They were talking and laughing, getting along well. And most importantly, Yosef was sitting on John's lap!!! Diana woke up abruptly, startled. Looking at the white ceiling, she remained calm for three seconds before regaining her senses. She slowly sat up. What the hell. Why would she dream of such a bizarre scenario? It must be because of Yosef's sudden letter yesterday, disturbing her peace of mind, causing her to dream of such inexplicable scenes. But never mind. In the dream, they actually looked quite compatible... Diana got up, washed her face, and then headed out. The styling studio she took over from Frank was downright ugly. She hired a renovation company to give it a complete makeover. The style of the studio was all

Diana stood there, looking adorable in her soft pink coat, white boots, and a fuzzy hat with two rabbit ears dangling behind her. The icy atmosphere in the office instantly dissipated, replaced by a warmth akin to a gentle breeze sweeping through a mountain valley in spring. John's gaze softened as he said tenderly, "Little girl, when did you arrive?" "Just now! I came to surprise you, but you've been silent all along. Is someone in there?" Diana asked playfully. "Maybe there is, why don't you come in and check for yourself?" John suggested. "Really? Well, then you better not move," Diana teased. Diana dashed over and tossed her bag onto the nearby couch before plunging into John's embrace, seating herself on his lap. Her hands roamed, touching places they shouldn't, exploring every inch. Ah, the familiar touch. John's sturdy arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, enveloping her in warmth and tenderness.

Soon, the sound of a car starting echoed from the yard as Andrew slowly drove away from the Thompson residence. Inside the mansion, an unusual silence fell. Diana let out a soft sigh and quickly made her way upstairs to James's study room. Opening the door, she found James sitting on the nearby sofa, his expression tense and somewhat grim. Upon seeing her, James raised his gaze slightly. "Andrew left?" he asked. "He did," Diana furrowed her brows slightly. "Dad, Andrew came all this way, and you managed to drive him away again. It's been so long, can't you just have a decent conversation with him?" "How did I not have a decent conversation? That brat clearly can't take a hint. He infuriates me!" James replied sharply. Diana was a bit speechless. She always thought her dad was a bit old-fashioned but ultimately kind-hearted and understanding. But on this matter, wasn't he being unreasonable? Just as she was about to speak, she noticed t

"How so?" "It's hard to describe. He seems quite mysterious, not like the person I remember. It's like there's a desire to get to know him." Diana put on her coat. "Where are you?" "Huh?" "I'm free right now, I'll come over and help you out." ... Diana hopped into her car and drove for an hour until she reached the restaurant Jenny had mentioned. It wasn't in the heart of the city but nestled deep within an old alleyway. At the end of the alley, there was a hidden gem, and the scenery suddenly opened up before her eyes. It was an exquisitely designed restaurant. In front of the restaurant was a large lake with a semi-circular arched bridge spanning across it. Fat koi fish swam gracefully in the emerald waters, adding a picturesque touch to the scene. Upon entering, Diana followed Jenny's instructions and went upstairs. Each table in the restaurant was separated by intricately carved wooden screens. There weren't many pe

Inside the room, James and Tony were engrossed in a game of chess when they suddenly heard rustling sounds outside the door. James froze for a moment, feeling an inexplicable sense of guilty. "Is Andrew back?" "I'll go check," Tony said, rising from his seat. As he moved, his leg accidentally knocked over the nearby chessboard with a loud crash. "Oh!" Tony exclaimed as he stepped on some chess pieces, slipping and falling forward with a loud thud. A moment later, Andrew, hearing the noise from outside, paused briefly before swiftly tucking the box he was carrying under his arm and quickly unlocking the door. He entered the room to find Tony on the floor, clutching his knee in pain, while James stood nearby, looking somewhat flustered. The chessboard lay scattered on the floor, pieces strewn everywhere, creating a mess. Andrew hesitated for a moment, taking in the scene, his expression shifting from confusion to mild annoyance. James al