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Ambrose looked at Aurora with a grateful expression and said, “Thank you.” He then gently separated from her embrace.As Ava started to walk forward shyly, wanting to thank Ambrose, she finally saw Aurora’s face. “Gasp!” Her mouth opened in shock as recognition set in. Aurora looked equally stunned as she saw Ava.“You?” Ava said, her voice trembling as she looked from Aurora to Ambrose. She remembered Aurora as the woman who had demanded a new car after their collision. The realization that Aurora knew Ambrose shocked her.“Ambrose, her?” Ava asked, glancing between Aurora and Ambrose.Ambrose, feeling the situation didn’t need further explanation, chose to ignore Ava’s question. Instead, he walked towards Dera and said, “You were the one who convinced me to bring her here, right?”Dera, a bit frightened by Ambrose’s intensity, shook her head and replied, “What do you mean?”“Don’t lie,” Ambrose said firmly. “Ava never goes to clubs. It means you brought her here. If anything happens
Aurora started driving again, but after a short while, she noticed Ambrose was unusually quiet. She pulled over slightly, tapped his arm, and said, “Ambrose.”Ambrose, jolted back to reality, looked at her and replied, “Yeah, yeah, sorry. What’s wrong?”“Your mind isn’t here,” Aurora said with concern. “Is everything fine?”Ambrose nodded and said, “I’m fine. It’s late already,” he glanced at the time, “why did you stop? Let’s go.”Aurora nodded and resumed driving. After a moment, she glanced at him and said, “Your wife…”Ambrose interrupted, “Her name is Ava.”Aurora nodded and continued, “Why were you so cold to Ava, even though you love her? I could see how much it hurt you to know she was being forced. You even wanted to hit that guy with a bottle, not caring about the consequences.”“Was I cold to her?” Ambrose asked, his face expressionless.“Yes, you were. You should have spoken to her calmly,” Aurora said. “I know she might have done something to upset you, but she’s a lady.
Aurora started driving again, but after a short while, she noticed Ambrose was unusually quiet. She pulled over slightly, tapped his arm, and said, “Ambrose.”Ambrose, jolted back to reality, looked at her and replied, “Yeah, yeah, sorry. What’s wrong?”“Your mind isn’t here,” Aurora said with concern. “Is everything fine?”Ambrose nodded and said, “I’m fine. It’s late already,” he glanced at the time, “why did you stop? Let’s go.”Aurora nodded and resumed driving. After a moment, she glanced at him and said, “Your wife…”Ambrose interrupted, “Her name is Ava.”Aurora nodded and continued, “Why were you so cold to Ava, even though you love her? I could see how much it hurt you to know she was being forced. You even wanted to hit that guy with a bottle, not caring about the consequences.”“Was I cold to her?” Ambrose asked, his face expressionless.“Yes, you were. You should have spoken to her calmly,” Aurora said. “I know she might have done something to upset you, but she’s a lady.
Ava’s expression darkened instantly. She said respectfully but firmly, “Mom, please don’t mention Ambrose again. I don’t want to hear his name right now.”Elizabeth stood up, looking concerned. “What’s wrong, Ava? Why are you angry all of a sudden just because I mentioned Ambrose? Aren’t you worried that he’s out there?”“I’m not, Mom,” Ava snapped. “Wherever he is, I don’t care, and whatever he’s doing is none of my business. It’s never been my business, Mom.”Before Elizabeth could respond, Ava cut her off. “It’s late, Mom. I’m going to sleep. You should too; I have something important to work on tomorrow.” With that, Ava walked upstairs.Elizabeth watched her daughter ascend the stairs, then turned to Dera with a puzzled expression. “What’s wrong with your friend?”“Uhm, she’s just stressed, Auntie. She’ll be fine,” Dera said before also heading upstairs.Once Ava entered her room, she locked the door behind her. She undressed, revealing her perfect figure, and stepped into the sho
"I dare say you wouldn't beat me in cooking," Ambrose teased. "Haha. What are you saying? That's a lie! Do you really cook?" she asked, curious. Ambrose nodded confidently. "Of course. Ninety-seven percent of the meals we ate, I was the one who cooked." "Wow!" Aurora was genuinely shocked. "Isn't it your wife who's supposed to cook?” Ambrose smiled and said, "Well, my mother-in-law also cooked once in a while. Ava was always working, so it wasn’t a big deal for me to handle the cooking." Aurora nodded, understanding. "Well, anytime you want me to cook, I’ll do it for you wholeheartedly, leaving everything I’m doing," she offered sincerely. Ambrose didn't know how to respond to that, so he simply picked up his spoon and continued eating. Aurora followed suit, picking up her own spoon. As they ate, Aurora glanced at Ambrose and said, "The juice is really nice; you should drink some.” They kept talking for a while as they continued eating. Within ten minutes, they had fini
As the hours passed and the night deepened, the house was enveloped in a calm silence. It was around 4:15 a.m. when Aurora's eyes fluttered open. She blinked, adjusting to the darkness of the room, and then slowly sat up, feeling something unusual. She reached down, lifting the duvet off her body, and immediately noticed the dampness on her sheets and pajamas. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she realized what had happened—it was a wet dream, and the thought of Ambrose had been the cause. Aurora glanced at the clock beside her bed and saw that it was already close to morning, just after 4:15 a.m. She sighed, knowing that sleep would probably not return. She got up from the bed, quickly changed out of her damp clothes, and slipped into something fresh and comfortable. Deciding to distract herself, she picked up her laptop from the bedside table, opened it, and started working on some tasks. The quiet hum of the machine filled the room as she typed away, trying to focus on he
After the hug, Dera walked out of the room, and Ava followed her. They both made their way downstairs, chatting lightly. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Ava noticed the entire family gathered in the living room, all standing up and looking at her expectantly.Ava furrowed her brows in confusion. "What's wrong? Why are you all standing like that?" she asked, her eyes scanning the room.Grandma Margaret quickly stepped forward, her face beaming with excitement. "My granddaughter, have you forgotten that today is the beginning of the million-dollar project? I'm very, very happy because this campaign is progressing, and very soon our family will make a lot of profit."Ava smiled at her grandmother’s enthusiasm because she herself was happy, but then her father, William, chimed in. "That's true, Ava. You need to work hard. Your dad needs money," he added with a chuckle.Elizabeth, interjected with a cold tone. "Is it always your daughter who has to work hard for you to get money?
As Elizabeth disappeared from sight, Grandma Margaret shook her head in disapproval and turned to William. "That woman has no respect, no manners," she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "Imagine speaking to you like that! She’s always been too proud for her own good. I don’t know how you put up with her, William. She's nothing but trouble, always trying to undermine you and now even me, in my own house!” She crossed her arms, her face twisted with irritation. "You should've put her in her place a long time ago. She doesn’t appreciate the life she has, the roof over her head, or the food on the table. If it weren’t for me, where would she be? She thinks she’s so high and mighty just because Ava brings in money. But that girl’s success has nothing to do with her—Elizabeth’s just riding on her coattails.” William nodded in agreement, his face contorted with anger. "You're right, Mom," he said, his voice firm. "Elizabeth has no idea how good she has it. She’s always trying to act