" He is not interested in your daughter!" Mr. Turner places the cup of coffee on the table and speaks. Both of them are having their evening snacks on their beautiful balcony. " She is your daughter too. And I don't think it will be problematic for us!" Mrs. Turner muses, placing one sugar cube in her coffee. " What makes you say that? What if Marquis asks for divorce?" " You still don't know your daughter, do you?" She grins and sips her coffee." I do." He responds confidently." Then you should have known right away that she is having one-sided love with Marquis. Even if he doesn't like her, she will make sure he stays with her. At least until she finds her son!"" She is getting stronger and bolder, to be honest. Why do I think we don't know exactly what is going on with her!" he rubs his trimmed beard while wondering. " Did we ever care about it? But one thing is suspicious about her. How did she know that hacker when she never stepped out of the house!? Sometimes your daug

As the wind of dawn peeks into the room, her eyelids tremble involuntarily to part away. With a strong headache, her eyes slowly open. Her hand reaches to her head, slightly pressing the forehead.Properly opening her eyes, she scans the room which leaves her feeling Deja vu as she finds herself in the bed of a stranger. " This is not my room!" she whispers trying to get up. But her eyes move to her left hand. An IV drop is attached to her hand." What's going on?" She whispers, looking around the room. " You are up!" She startles when a familiar voice speaks. He with slow and steady steps approaches her holding a tray. Covering herself with the blanket, she keeps alert. No matter how people familiar can be, in this situation, all she can do is see them as her enemy. She doesn't want to risk anything because of some mistakes. " Gallian? What are you doing here? Where am I?" The green orbs of his eyes glint with a sharp gaze. Placing the porridge on the nightstands, he grabs the

" We tried to interrogate the Reporter who followed you there. But he has the same answer every time. Someone sent him the location! It's from an anonymous sender and unable to locate!"Ben places the cup of coffee on the table as he speaks. No matter how much she tries to think about it, it feels so odd that reporters or paparazzi can find them moving at midnight. Especially the route they use is Exceptional. However,. except for someone who was following them from the very beginning." Did you receive Gallian's call? He has been trying to reach you out! Must be worried about you!"" I don't precisely care about him. No matter what he broke the rules. Me being sick or not it's totally my fault and I will get published for this. But he taking me to his house was a ridiculous idea!" " Well, we can't deny. However, he did because he was worried about you. I wouldn't have left Someone I like!"" But you should know boundaries when the person you like is married. At least you should give

" Aren't you being hard on yourself?"Gallian grabs her hand to walk her through the auction area as they are going to participate as married couples. " Please restrain your curiosity when we are in business! Please lead the way, Honey!"Gallian sighs deeply watching her being in her straight face, as professional as a person can be. The disguise they are in belongs to dead couples who died a few years ago. There is no data about their identity in the database, so it is perfect for them to use." Are you going to buy that necklace?" Gallian asks, his eyes scanning people who are walking behind or ahead of them. " I heard it's a rare diamond. I don't mind!"She responds with a polite and loving tone. " I can buy it for you. If you wish, If you REALLY wish!"Oryx's eyes go to Gallian who is staring at her profoundly. No acting or any faking. He blushed when she spoke lovingly, and now she can see his flustered face. " Thank you!" She responds dryly, and strides inside.Everyone in

In the dim-lit bathroom, she surrenders to the cascading cold water, its touch gently embracing her fatigued form. Each drop seemed to carry away the weight of the chaotic day, as her tired eyes flutter shut, granting solace to a soul yearning for respite. With the water's rhythmic cadence in the hushed serenity, her breath finds a haven, a soft snore echoing the arrival of a coveted, eternal sleep.Half an hour later...A barely audible creak announces the door's gentle movement, revealing a figure that enters the room without a whisper. Silhouetted against the muted light. On the nightstand, a diminutive purple box finds its designated space, a subtle addition that speaks volumes in the quiet narrative of the room." Oryx!?"Marquis, his eyes methodically sweeping the room, beckons her name with a tone edged in concern. A symphony of raised eyebrows punctuates his features, an intricate dance of curiosity and worry, drawn toward the unruly water now spilling out of the bathroom, its