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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?”

to be. You’ve known him longer than I have. Anything you did before

pretty understanding,” I said with

because you’re so considerate,” Edward said, giving

I replied, a sly glint in my eyes.

the right person,” Edward said, his gaze

too big, but nestled in a

the gate opened, and inside the cozy courtyard were ornamental bamboo and bonsai trees swaying

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drifted through the air. Edward said, “It’s summer, so mosquitoes can be a pain around here. Do you like

“Yeah, it

of water, and poured us each a glass. “Come over and

water tasted surprisingly sweet and left a pleasant aftertaste. ‘Not bad,‘

upstairs. “There are only four bedrooms–one for my mom, one for Nora, and a guest room. Don’t

froze for a second, instantly remembering the last time I made him sleep in the

me to stay is fine. I’m not picky,” I replied with a smile, taking in the hallway decorated with classic paintings of

master bedroom. “So

balcony, and below it, rows of bamboo swayed

on the sofa, his expression calm

I glanced back at him. For someone just in his early thirties, he carried himself with a maturity and

inside, closed the balcony door, and let

the armchair next to