When she came back with another blanket, he had already closed his eyes, seemingly asleep.****Waking up to find the girl wrapped around him like an octopus, Norman felt a helplessness.She was like a bandit playing the victim, perfectly fitting her.This girl seemed to forget she was next to a patient, kicking off her blanket halfway through the night, then crawling into his when she got cold, rubbing against him. Pushing her away worked only for a while before she was back.He really didn't expect sharing a bed with a girl to be so troublesome.And now, early in the morning, she started rubbing against him again.His legs were injured, but his middle leg was fine. Morning arousal was a natural male response, unrelated to any desire for her.Suppressing the warmth spreading through him, he tried to push her away and reach for the wheelchair.Still half-asleep, she lost his warmth and instinctively rolled over, eventually falling off the bed with a thud. Norman, wrestling with the wh
"No!" She denied quickly, "Logan, you're very handsome, very elegant, very charming."After speaking, she quickly covered her mouth. Oh no, what did she just say? How could she say such reckless things to her boss?Moreover, very elegant, very charming?Oh my gosh, such ambiguous words just slipped out without thinking, completely embarrassing and inappropriate.But a small voice inside reminded her coldly that she had already experienced something more embarrassing and inappropriate with him...If it weren't for that "physical experience," she wouldn't have blurted out such "evaluations" without shame.Logan was astonished by her words, so much so that he didn't hold his coffee cup firmly, letting it fall, shattering on the marble floor.Arbesa's first reaction was to kneel and pick up the pieces."Don't. Stand up. Don't pick them up." It would be troublesome if she cut her hand.But with her mind in chaos, she didn't hear him, already reaching for a shard..."I told you not to touch
Caesar's wedding didn't have many guests, with the entire list barely reaching 60 people, consisting mainly of close friends and family.As soon as Leona and Lucia Coes left, another group of familiar faces, all dressed up and masked, gathered and chatted. Knowing Julie might get tired from standing too long, Ryo quickly guided her to a resting area, helping her to sit on a sofa, with IArbesa joining them.Upstairs, Monica, the center of attention, changed several outfits but still felt dissatisfied, finding each dress tight at the waist."What's going on?" These custom-made dresses should fit perfectly. Had she gained weight from sleeping too much at home recently?"Are you still not ready?" Caesar, in a black suit, walked in, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her head, their eyes meeting in the mirror."Caesar, do you think I've gained weight recently?" Her lightly made-up face looked stunning in the mirror, as she leaned on him, asking if she had g
She still doubted him, even though it was real.Okay, he understood why. He had made promises but not followed through."Don't be silly, I never blamed you." It all felt like a beautiful dream."Silly?" He kissed her, laughing softly, "Calling the groom silly isn't right.""Then what should I say?" She laughed, leaning against him.He bit her ear, "Je t'aime.""Your turn."Her clear eyes sparkled, mesmerizing him."I love you." He kissed her deeply, "I love you..."He swiped everything off the dressing table with one hand."Caesar, we have to get up early tomorrow." She protested softly."Don't worry, I'll make sure you can get up."Tomorrow was important, but he'd still enjoy tonight.The next morning at six, Monica woke up.Despite being tired, she was too excited to sleep."Not tired? Sleep a bit more." Caesar, unhurried, suggested. Their ceremony was simple, with not much preparation needed."Let's get up." She wanted to get ready, knowing it would take time."In a hurry to get m
Applause erupted. Even those not fond of sweets were happy to share in the couple's joy. Julie, a dessert lover, found a small piece insufficient.After eating her portion and her husband's, she eyed her son's half-eaten slice. Miori, sitting nearby, quickly finished her piece and sweetly asked, "Brother, can I have your cake?""Sure, take it." Not fond of sweets, Jony handed it over, noticing Mrs. Lesli's longing glance."Miori, I'll split my cake with you and Mom, okay?"He couldn't favor his sister over his mother, especially given their past. Despite wanting to give it all to his sister, his mother's eyes reminded him of their old times together, softening his heart.Though Miori wanted the whole slice, she reluctantly agreed, "Okay."So, the small piece was divided. Mrs. Lesli found the cake exceptionally sweet.Ryo, sitting beside her, lovingly patted her head.The cake wasn't particularly delicious, but the sweetness lay in the shared love among family.These were the most impo
"You're the most beautiful," he said, looking down at her, "the most beautiful bride.""Um... so beautiful, give me a kiss!""Kiss! Kiss!" The crowd began to chant.Standing among them, Mrs. Lesli tugged on Ryo's sleeve, "I want a kiss too.""Okay, one kiss," Ryo said, leaning down to give her a loud, affectionate kiss, stealing the spotlight from the newlyweds.By the time everyone had their fill of fun, the bride and groom had already slipped away.Weren't they supposed to have a lively wedding night?It seemed like Ryo and Lesli's kiss might have distracted everyone just enough for the couple to escape.Halley looked displeased. "Hey, what now?"Lesli, nestled in her husband's arms, laughed brightly. "How about you and my brother kiss again? You need to be more enthusiastic.""It's late. Go to bed," Ryo, not in the mood for banter, guided his wife away.*****Back in their meticulously decorated bridal room, Monica sat at the dressing table, slowly removing the jewelry she had worn
After dinner, they sat on the balcony, eating fruit and stargazing, talking about anything and everything—his work, her childhood interests, their university days...Their sweet, leisurely island life continued until a call from Lucia Coes, warning that if he didn't return to work, she would quit.Before Lucia's call, they had already packed to return to Paris, as Monica was confirmed pregnant.Three days later, they arrived in Paris.Caesar went to the company that afternoon, didn't return for dinner, but called his wife to say he had to work late.With the boss back, Lucia Coes, the hardworking vice president, could finally clock out on time, taking her daughter to Caesar's city center apartment for dinner.Despite her pregnancy, Monica's health was good, so she cooked herself.The apartment was just right for their family of three, but with a housekeeper, it became crowded. In the later months of her pregnancy, she wouldn't be able to manage the household and their daughter, so Cae
She left the kitchen to give them some space to sort things out.But clearly, Monica had overestimated them."You do it yourself." Lucia, not skilled in the kitchen, was no exception tonight.If he was hungry, he could cook for himself; she didn't want to be a hindrance.Fine, he would cook. Logan entered the kitchen, irritated.Mio, knowing her father was here to pick her up, rushed into the kitchen, chatting nonstop.Lucia, sitting on the sofa with her tea, found it hard to believe how quickly the bond between father and daughter had deepened. Was it due to their blood relation?Meanwhile, it seemed she and Leona were back to their constant bickering phase. No, this wasn't even bickering; it was a cold war.Initially, it was just him giving her the cold shoulder, but she soon lost patience and reciprocated, leading to the current tense situation.If not for their daughter, would they even..."Mom, I want to eat steak with Dad."Mio happily announced from the kitchen.Usually, after