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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?”

known him longer than I have. Anything you did before I came into the

understanding,” I said with

said, giving my arm a gentle

glint in my eyes. “Well, that

be reasonable, but only for the right person,” Edward said, his gaze locking onto mine, eyes dark and full

too big, but nestled

already on when we arrived. After we got out of the car, the gate opened, and inside the cozy courtyard

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fragrance drifted through the air. Edward said, “It’s summer, so mosquitoes

“Yeah, it smells

took out a bottle of water, and poured us each a glass. “Come over and have a

at the label–it was a brand I’d never seen before. Still, the water tasted surprisingly sweet and left a pleasant

much since,” Edward said, leading me upstairs. “There are only four bedrooms–one for my mom, one for Nora, and a

remembering the last time I made him sleep in the guest room. ‘Wow, he

want me to stay is fine. I’m not picky,” I replied with a smile, taking in the hallway decorated with classic paintings of bamboo, orchids, plum blossoms, and chrysanthemums, all softly illuminated by the wall lights. It really set the

“So tonight,

master bedroom was a balcony, and below it, rows of

sat on the sofa, his expression calm and

in his early thirties, he carried himself with a maturity

inside, closed the balcony door, and let

next to Edward,