Jaclyn's POVI stormed over, reaching out to grab Molly as she just stepped out of the car, and briskly walked inside. We had discussed business at my company this afternoon—a batch of priceless artworks needed to be transported to London for an exhibition. There were many intricacies involved, requiring careful communication and understanding.Molly and I were alumni, with some connections between us, and our business dealings had made us quite familiar with each other. So, even after discussing the formalities, going out for a meal seemed only natural. However, our relationship had always been straightforward and friendly. Therefore, when I suddenly grabbed her arm, Molly was taken aback.After the initial shock, she chuckled, "Jaclyn, I'm not interested in extramarital affairs. Even if you are such a devastatingly handsome man, you can't tempt me." I snorted impatiently, "Rest assured, a woman like you, even after a thousand years, I still wouldn't have any ideas. Even if you were

Natasha's POV:As I stepped inside, I realized my sudden return seemed to lack a reason, so I hesitated at the doorway. Jaclyn Dills approached me, switching on the crystal chandelier in the living room. The sudden brightness made me squint uncomfortably. Jaclyn Dills walked towards me, arms outstretched to embrace me. "Luna, you're back," he said.Jaclyn's embrace was warm and comforting, eliciting a bittersweet sensation within me. Tilting my head slightly upwards, I observed him for a moment. He seemed thinner, with faint dark circles under his eyes, appearing somewhat weary as if he hadn't rested well.I never realized how being looked at by him could make me feel so content. My eyes, clear as a lake, reflected the light from the chandelier, revealing unmistakable traces of love. At first, I was conflicted, wondering if my return was out of pity for him. But now, I no longer entertained such thoughts. I loved him, unequivocally, and had loved him from the very beginning. This feel

Natasha's POVWhen Dr. Dokin walked in with the test results, I stood up ready to rush over, but Jaclyn Dills grabbed my hand tightly and pulled me back. "Luna, with your belly this big, be careful," she said.I felt a chill run through me, but my palms were still sweating nervously. "Dr. Dokin, how is Jaclyn's condition?" I asked anxiously.He sighed inwardly, hesitating. Jaclyn Dills' health condition was so good that he found it difficult to find an appropriate way to answer me.I looked at him, a glimmer of hope in my eyes, making him feel even more guilty. But under Jaclyn Dills' gaze, he still forced himself to say, "From the test results, we can't determine the final outcome yet. If it's a tumor, there's a good chance it's benign."The doctor spoke with a guilty conscience, using some ambiguous professional jargon to obscure the truth.I was a bit confused, only knowing that Jaclyn Dills had a brain problem, and the severity depended on its progression. I couldn't make sense of

Jaclyn's POV:Natash was pushed into the delivery room, leaving me pacing anxiously at the door. I had heard that childbirth could be excruciating, and seeing Natash's frail appearance, I couldn't fathom how she would endure it.Lucy came over and pulled me to a chair, saying, "Calm down. Giving birth is tough, but which woman hasn't gone through it? Know that Natash is suffering, and be more tender to Luna in the future. Being anxious now won't help."I sat for barely a minute before standing up again, pacing anxiously by the delivery room door. I stopped occasionally to listen, but heard no sound. I couldn't tell if the soundproofing was too good or if Natash was enduring silently.Less than an hour after Natash Yael entered the delivery room, she successfully gave birth. When the loud cries of the baby echoed through the speaker by the door, I staggered and nearly fell, only to be steadied by my grandfather. "Son, steady yourself. Go see Natash quickly."My mind cleared, and I rush

Natasha's POVAs I stepped out of the bathroom, Jaclyn Dills was already lounging on the bed, his hair still slightly damp from a shower, silk sheets loosely draped around his waist, his muscular torso exposed to the air.Jaclyn Dills wasn't the bulky, exaggerated muscle type of man, but rather, his muscles were defined, strong, and supple.The thought of his strength suddenly sent a surge of heat coursing through me, spreading rapidly throughout my limbs at an indescribable pace. His eyes, flickering like flames, seemed to ignite a gentle tremor within me.Even though we couldn't do anything, my cheeks flushed nonetheless.Impatiently, Jaclyn Dills urged, "Natasha, come here."Jaclyn Dills always knew that the hungrier one became, the more important it was to savor each moment. Eating too quickly often resulted in discomfort and a loss of flavor, especially with something as delicious as Luna. He had to take his time, relishing each bite slowly, for there was joy in the gradual consu