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Kristin nervously clasped her hands together as she watched Luke help Richard into the bed. Richard was still unconscious, and Luke had called at the perfect time, just when Kristin desperately needed help. She had quickly answered the phone and informed Luke of what had happened to Richard. Luke had arrived in record time because he genuinely cared about Richard. "Will he be okay?" Kristin asked, her voice trembling. "He will be if he manages to sleep," Luke mumbled, knowing all too well about Richard's struggles with insomnia after working with him for five years. "What do you mean?" Kristin asked, confused. "What exactly happened to him?" Luke inquired, trying to change the subject. "I don’t know. He just became triggered when he walked into my room," Kristin replied. "What were you doing at the time?" Luke questioned. Kristin hesitated, biting her lower lip before answering, "I was dancing with a ball anklet on." "A ball anklet?" Luke’s brows furrowed. Kristin

"Spend the night in my room," his baritone tone interrupted her. "Huh?" Kristin uttered, her voice barely a whisper. Did Mr. Grouchy just ask her to spend the night in his room? But why? she wondered as she stared at Richard with wide, innocent eyes. Richard was at a loss for words. He still couldn’t believe how those words had slipped out of his mouth. Last night, he had slept soundly in Kristin’s arms without any nightmares disturbing him. He had been thinking about it all day, and that’s why, when he opened his mouth, the words "Spend the night in my room" had come out before he could stop them. "You want me to spend the night in your room?" Kristin asked, disbelief clear in her voice. Richard knew he couldn’t take back what he had said. Kristin had heard him loud and clear, and lying would only make him seem foolish. He wasn’t sure if he could trust her with his secret. She already knew about his phobia of jangling sounds; would revealing his insomnia make her know too m

Richard sat down in the dining room, watching as Kristin served her specialty to him. She served the meal with a smiling face, still in disbelief that Richard had agreed to taste her cooking. The last time she had cooked for him, he had shouted and scolded her, but today was different—Mr. Grouchy wanted to taste her cooking. Kristin grinned from ear to ear. "Dig in," she said, flashing a smile at Richard as she sat close to him. Richard stared at her beautiful brown eyes before picking up the spoon to eat. His face quickly returned to its usual cold demeanor. The smile that had briefly appeared on his face vanished just as quickly as it came. "Do you like it? Does it taste delicious?" Kristin asked, watching intently as Richard ate the dish made of root vegetables and rice. "Not that bad," Richard muttered. "You should've just said it’s delicious," Kristin muttered under her breath, but Richard heard her. "Should I stop eating?" he asked. Kristin shook her head swiftly

Ophelia struggled to break free from Kristin’s grip, but it seemed Kristin had more strength than she anticipated. Despite her efforts, Ophelia couldn’t escape Kristin’s hold. She had made a grave mistake by messing with a farmer’s daughter. Kristin might appear fragile, but she possessed a lot of inner strength, built up from years of working on the farm since childhood. "What are you? Let go of my hand!" Ophelia screamed, her face turning red from the pain. "I may not have the physical strength to fight, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you slap me. My parents never raised a hand against me, and I won’t allow you to do so either. And one more thing—if you call my husband a devil again, I might just forget the lessons I was taught at home and leave an unforgettable mark on your face," Kristin said, releasing Ophelia’s hand. Ophelia fumed with anger. She wasn’t someone who easily learned her lesson, so she attempted to slap Kristin again, but a voice halted her. "Try to slap her, a

The doctor’s face clouded with disappointment as she stared at Cecelia, who remained cold and unbothered, showing no hint of remorse for what she was about to do. "What are you waiting for? Let's proceed with the abortion," Cecelia huffed. "I'm sorry, Cecelia, but this time, I won't take part in your sinful act." "Meaning?" "I won't involve myself in getting rid of an innocent soul again!" the doctor snapped. "You're not the one carrying the baby or the one who will endure the pain, so I don't see how aborting this baby will affect you." "Are you even human? That baby in your womb is you and Luke's child!" "I know, but I can't have the baby! At least, not now!" Cecelia fired back. She knew the baby was Luke's child. She always made sure to use protection whenever she had sex with Lewis for money. But with Luke, it was different. He would never agree to use protection with the woman he married, and if she tried to persuade him, she'd come up with a thousand reasons why.