Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1913

I guess I was courting trouble back then, or at least that's what I thought. That evening, after Griffin took a shower, I helped him shave. I had braced myself to see someone who looked like a down-and-out beggar. But as I got a better look at Griffin's face, I realized my mistake. He was actually more handsome than a freshly-shaven Robinson Crusoe.

Aunt Mary was always a bit of a hard case, but maybe it was Griffin's good looks that softened her up. Even though she was over fifty, she surprisingly had a change of heart. Griffin could stay, but with one condition - he had to work shirtless in the fields every day. I could almost hear Aunt Mary's scheming from a mile away. And honestly, it made sense; at her age, having a nice view was a natural craving.

amazing in every way. Although he wasn't much of a talker, he was gentle, with a heart to match. He'd even spare a bite of his own meal to feed the

hint of trouble. If he sensed I was upset, he'd kneel. If he thought he'd messed up, he'd kneel. It took me nearly six months to break him of this habit. Even though

around, like he was my own personal guardian angel. We faced danger together more times than I could count. Or rather, he faced it head-on

mentioned expanding the business to Devonport. When I brought it up with Griffin, his expression turned odd. That day, he seemed different. Curious about what was going on, I finally learned about his past that night. Griffin had always been ashamed, worried I'd look down on him. He felt

paths with Sophie. In Joseph's memories, Sophie had died from a hemorrhage in a past life, but now she was alive and had even founded the S Corporation, which wasn't supposed to exist. This confirmed