The European-style large bed, the cloud-like quilt covered with petals, the ambiguous dim yellow light.
A big hand restlessly slid into her clothes.
"Can you not co?" lody Thorne raised her head, genuinely worried that one day she would die in bed.
"Just once," Jared Quinn began to coax her, slowly pressing her down, his big hand roaming, "I promise just once."
...
Skyscrapers, the evening breeze gently blowing, two n drinking on the rooftop, equally concealing deep emotions.
"Didn’t expect you’d co to ," Hans Montrose slightly raised his wine glass, the white fiery liquid rolling down his Adam’s apple.
The man opposite him was in a white suit, his features deep and jade-like, a smile playing at his lips, "Now you and I are on the sa side, aren’t we?"
Hans Montrose clutched his wine glass, his flirtatious peach-blossom eyes flickering with a cold glint, "Whether friend or foe is not just words."
He and lody Thorne had feelings since childhood, even if they couldn’t be lovers, she was soone he must protect, incomparable to anyone else.
Caleb’s hand rested on the chair; ever since he set his eyes on lody Thorne, he had investigated all her details, including her friends.
Like Hans Montrose, people here wouldn’t know that the famous film emperor had once been coerced into marriage with Stella Seymour, but he refused no matter what, so Stella Seymour turned her attention to Rhys.
A man who could make the Seymour Family’s forced marriage fail was naturally no pushover.
"You must have heard of the Seymour Family’s male companions," he smiled, all the while he was worried about signing that contract with the Seymour Family, disliking being with a woman who disgusted him.
But the result was quite unexpected, it was actually lody Thorne...
Caleb rubbed his chin, "Speaking of which, compared to you, I’m a bit luckier, at least in these twenty years I could stay by her side every day, while you could only watch from afar."
Hans Montrose’s hand tightened gradually around the wine glass; after several years, he still couldn’t completely let go, striving to convince himself to treat her as a sister, but he never succeeded.
"You’ve already gained the Seymour Family’s approval, but Jared Quinn, not necessarily. Compared to him, you have a much greater advantage," Caleb pointed out, "Once outside here, she’s a free person, what are you hesitating for?"
Striking when it’s ti is the proper way.
"And I’m just following to protect her, yet never with a rightful place by her side, you must have noticed the incident with Jared Quinn always endangers her, hasn’t almost every ti nearly cost her life? For example, the recent tunnel explosion?"
Jared Quinn couldn’t even handle those around him, how could he protect lody Thorne?
Hans Montrose stood up, buttoned his suit with both hands, leaning on either side of the dining table, for the first ti exposed his ambition in front of soone, "What do you intend to do?"
"Currently, there’s no need to do anything, soone should be more anxious than us, I just need one last push from you, and if you could co back with us to the Seymour Family, that would be best," Caleb said aningfully.
The Seymour Family makes its own decisions...
"I’ll consider," Hans Montrose said plainly, "as long as she is unhard."
"Understood," Caleb clinked his glass with his, "awaiting your news."
...
Quinn Family.
"Young master, the second young master just called, said he’s been a bit busy lately and won’t have ti to co over the next few days, he’ll definitely co to apologize in a few days," the butler conveyed Titus Quinn’s ssage.
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