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Edward’s unwavering determination rubbed off on me. ‘Yeah, since I’ve already chosen this path, what’s there to be afraid of? Just be bold.‘

“I quit my job,” I said softly after we’d been driving for a bit.

Edward looked a little surprised, then he smiled. “So, are you planning to come work for me?”

“I don’t want to work at your company,” I said honestly. I’ve thought it through–if things ever went south between us, I’d have to make a messy exit.

I just want to build something of my own now, something that’s truly mine.

Edward raised an eyebrow. “No pressure if you don’t want to work. Just relax for now.”

“Once I’ve taken some time off and found the right direction for my own business, I’ll start fresh,” I said.

Edward gently twirled a strand of my hair around his finger and asked in a low voice, “What kind of business do you want to start? Let me help you.”

“Alright, let’s talk about it after I’ve had some time to rest,” I replied, not turning down his offer.

“Come over to my place tonight,” Edward suggested.

“You have a house around here?” I asked, thinking back to how Vivian stayed at a private villa the last time she visited.

“Yeah, I do,” Edward replied. “Didn’t Ryan get a little townhouse in your neighborhood too?”

I shot him a look. “Are you upset?”

him longer than I have. Anything you did before I came

pretty understanding,” I said with

Edward said, giving my arm a gentle

replied, a sly glint in my eyes. “Well, that depends

right person,” Edward said, his

villa was a vintage garden retreat–not too big, but nestled

when we arrived. After we got out of the car, the gate opened, and inside the cozy courtyard were ornamental bamboo

Jennings, everything’s been cleaned up,” a middle–aged man

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into the living room, a gentle orchid fragrance drifted through the air. Edward said, “It’s summer,

nodded. “Yeah, it

and

label–it was a brand I’d never seen before. Still, the water tasted surprisingly sweet and left a pleasant aftertaste. ‘Not bad,‘ I thought to

bedrooms–one for my mom, one for Nora, and a guest room. Don’t

remembering the last time I made him

not picky,” I replied with a smile, taking in the hallway decorated with classic paintings of bamboo, orchids, plum

opened the master bedroom. “So tonight, you’ll stay here with

the master bedroom was a balcony, and below it, rows of bamboo swayed in the dim, tranquil

sat on the sofa, his expression calm

someone just in his early thirties, he carried himself with

the balcony door, and let the cool