Faux Vows, True Desires

When Stefan came back to the room, Lucinda had already taken a shower.

She was sitting up against the headboard in her nightclothes, flipping through a book. When she saw him, she flashed a smile, "Did your brother leave?"

"I don't know if he left or not, and I don't have time to babysit him on the couch."

Stefan walked over, bent down, and planted a gentle kiss on Lucinda's cheek, "My love, you smell delightful."

He was about to collapse on her when she pushed him away, "Go take a shower."

"Alright, wait for me. I'll be quick."

He stole another kiss on her lips before heading towards the bathroom, a satisfied grin on his face.

For the young couple, the night was filled with passion.

But for another, it was filled with torment.

After a few days on a business trip, Nathan returned to his home in Skywatch on his private jet in the early evening.

Exhausted, he didn't return to the office but went directly home.

of household matters that

taking care of things at home, and he

for Nathan to return. She even visited Keith during

Keith didn't get along, and everyone in Skywatch knew that. If she were to marry into the Blue family, she would become Keith's stepmother, a stepmother who was only

their dislike for each other was an open secret. Normally, Madeleine wouldn't visit Keith, and

back, Madeleine would not miss her chance. She

was late at night. Except for the master of the house and Madeleine, everyone else, including the servants, was asleep. Even if they were awake, they wouldn't dare to venture out. Madeleine had given them

and I know you're tired from your trip. Let me take

the time, guessing that Keith would be back soon.

Keith and also push Janice further towards a divorce from Nathan. Madeleine had been frustrated by Keith earlier in the day. She returned home and discussed with her father the

been involved in the family business for over twenty years. She merely ran a service-oriented coffee shop and couldn't possibly take over the massive

end, Madeleine's father remained silent. He neither

thinking about. If they did send an assassin after Keith and the

assassin was not an

of having Keith killed. Her current priority was

to deal with so many household matters. It's given me a headache. I guess I'm getting old. I should let Keith help me out." "He is the heir, and it's only right that he shares some

pang of unease

patience to help

a girlfriend. He's no spring chicken anymore and should be thinking about settling down, but

let's not bother about his love life for now. He's only twenty-four, still a whippersnapper. A man marrying at thirty isn't considered late. Let him sow his wild oats