Flash Marriage to a Stunning CEO (Alistair and Richard)

Chapter 187 A Perfect Day

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There was no such thing as a potion that could make someone young again.

Sometimes, joy was the best medicine.

The false alarm about Mabel's illness had lifted an invisible weight off everyone's shoulders. Alistair had officially distanced himself from the Whitfield case. As for Mabel, she felt like a heavy weight had finally been lifted off her chest. The relief was visible in every movement she made.

"I was actually planning to invent a youth potion for you when I grew up," Eloise said seriously. "But I guess now I don't need to."

She fell silent after that, head bowed, fidgeting with her fingers.

Most people thought she was upset because someone else had beaten her to it, like she'd lost credit for the invention.

But after a while, Eloise quietly added, "No... I was just thinking. If the medicine that made you young already exists, does that mean there's one that can keep my mom and dad young forever too?"

In the mind of a five-year-old, anything was possible. No dream was too wild to chase.

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That day, Mabel-suddenly energized and fully herself again- canceled her plans to go out. She couldn't bear the thought of spending the day away from Eloise. The little girl happily stayed the night at Ashbourne Manor.

Gordon, now certain the scare had passed, made a bold decision of his own. He postponed all work commitments to stay by Mabel's side.

He'd made more money than he or his family could ever spend.

Other moguls kept pushing themselves for the sake of their children. But Gordon only had one daughter, and she was brilliant, ambitious, and destined to surpass his lifetime's work.

If not for the personal satisfaction he got from business, he wouldn't have needed to keep grinding at all.

After dinner, Alistair and Caroline didn't linger. They reminded Eloise to be good and left together.

Caroline was worn out. She started nodding off the moment they got in the car, and by the time they reached their building, she was fully asleep.

Alistair didn't wake her. He simply carried her inside, he'd ding her close.

Gordon might've fooled Mabel and Eloise, but not Caroline.

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wasn't eating or sleeping well. What she didn't know was that he'd been worrying

rested much the

sure, but he could hold

opened the door, laid Caroline gently on the couch, and then went to fill the tub. Tonight called for efficiency. A

grabbed two sets of pajamas and came back out, only to find Caroline awake, sitting up lazily with her head tilted, right hand resting under her chin, sleepy eyes half-closed. She

twice, rough but affectionate. "Shower first," he said, "and then

him like melted butter, mumbling, "You're the best, babe.

bath, he lay down with her in his arms, her scent soft and sweet against his skin. With his head on the pillow and her body nestled close, he closed

fairy tales. But some days still felt

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case was nearing its

were simple. The driver's cousin had a gambling addiction and mountains of debt. In desperation, he'd convinced his older cousin, the

the police were extra cautious.

She claimed she'd only heard about Alistair's arrest

was all Gordon

smiled and asked which officer she meant, tossing in a casual

again, stammering that everything was still under wraps and that her friend couldn't share

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his eyes, took a slow sip of coffee, and let the ice in his expression

apology for what happened," he said gently. "I didn't raise Caroline well enough. If I hadn't been so worried about Mom, I never

made a call. "The case is going in the wrong direction," he said coldly. "From this point

end gave some kind of response. Gordon didn't flinch. "Just do what I

private reception room at Vireon Technologies, a young man with an artsy flair sat on a leather couch, one leg crossed, a neat braid trailing down behind his shoulder. A fresh cup of coffee sat

door opened again. A sharply dressed man in a tailored suit walked in, clean lines, polished shoes, radiating

man stood

handshake. "Mr. Landry," he said with a polite smile, "I'm Julian Hart.

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