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Gwendolyn held onto Zayden and asked, “Where do you want to go? Would you like to take a stroll in the yard, or would you prefer to rest in the bedroom?”

Zayden was going to say he wanted to stroll around the yard, but given that his vision was fine now, Gwendolyn might see through his act.

“I don't think I can go out in my current state. I'll rest in your bedroom,” he decided.

Gwendolyn thought that would be best as well. “All right, then,” she replied.

After that, she helped him into the elevator, and they made their way up to the third floor. Her bedroom still looked the same as before as though it had deliberately been left untouched.

It was kind of Michael to let her return to such familiar surroundings.

The moment Zayden entered the room, he was immediately greeted by the faint and refreshing scent of tangerine. The room was done almost entirely in white, from the walls right down to the bedsheets, and adorned all over with lace.

This was Gwendolyn's bedroom from when she stayed at the Ashton residence back in the day. It was not hard to picture her as a warm and endearing person when she was younger.

Presently, Gwendolyn helped Zayden to the tangerine-colored couch, then glanced around the room. It had been a while since she last came in here.

Everything in this room reminded her of her past as the beloved young lady of the Ashton family.

Michael, her grandfather, had coddled her and given her only the best things in life. He was also the only person who had ever been genuine with her.

her own father, Zachary, could never stand the sight of her and had constantly picked on

eyes darkened at the

Zayden as she picked up the framed picture on the nightstand.

only made

soft rustling of the drapes when

sat on the couch and stared at Gwendolyn's back. She looked effortlessly elegant in a long, fitted red dress and

was flawless, and she looked

to make small talk and break the unnerving silence in the

he was so worried that his emotions might get the better of him. He only initiated a conversation

hearing his question, Gwendolyn turned around and walked over to the bed, then perched on

fingers glided over the bedsheets, which were of a color that she used to like in her younger

this feels like it belongs to another lifetime,” she said, her tone

wondered if she was reminiscing

it weren't for that despicable

said this, a dark, menacing look flashed in

me marry Gwen if she were still the Ashton family's heiress. It's all that wretched man's fault that she ended up like

said, “Let's not talk about this anymore, Zayden. It's all in

and eased him into bed to get some rest,

a little girl squatting by the door, and Gwendolyn, upon coming out of the bedroom, nearly tripped

got up and frantically reached out