The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Arthur and Karen, feeling out of place at the bustling garden party filled with high society's finest, decided to slip away for some air in the quieter parts of his vast family estate.

"You just got back, and you can't even give me a hug before ditching me?" Arthur feigned hurt, his deep voice laced with mock indignation.

Karen couldn't help but chuckle, comforting her man with a heart full of affection, "How can I resist when I love you so much? I'll have to endure."

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Arthur, cheered by her words, suggested with a softer tone, "If it's too hot out here, how about we cool off with a swim? I've just had a pool added behind the house. What do you think?"

Karen blinked, sensing a hint of mischief in his suggestion, her lips parting slightly to respond...

"Arthur!" Alyssa called out elegantly as she approached, with Kate following in a flowing violet dress. Karen hadn't even opened her mouth when Alyssa intercepted, a flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks as she faced Arthur, "I just stepped out of the ballroom for some fresh air and, turning the corner, was so thrilled to see you here. With our history, I just forgot to greet you properly... How awkward of me."

Clutching the hem of her white dress, Alyssa's discomfort was palpable.

The reality was, Alyssa and Kate had almost scoured the entire Linklater property before finding Arthur, arriving with a sheen of perspiration from their search.

"Running into this situation in broad daylight, how

chin slightly, her lips curling in a gentle smile, "I thought some young lady had wandered in by mistake. But seeing

embodying the grace of

A little display of affection shouldn't make anyone squirm." Alyssa's face stiffened, her nails digging into her palms. She hadn't expected Arthur to highlight her age, given the lengths she went to maintain her youth with premium skincare and regular visits to the best beauty clinics. Her, old? Karen's few words had effortlessly

long-standing relationship, thought, "Where's all this coming from? My life's been on the battlefield. What

irked but what could she say? Even if she was younger than Karen, it wasn't by much. From the moment she walked in, Kate had scrutinized Karen, finding her even

women settled

more dashing now. Your victories on the battlefield are the talk of the town." Arthur responded noncommittally, hardly impressed by

connection. Arthur, however, showed little interest, his thoughts wandering off to sleep. Karen, on

beauty, but Alyssa here is a Wright from Rivenwood-a significant step above anything the Linklater

wearing a

meet you, Karen. I didn't mean to overlook you. It's

more suited to someone of Arthur's stature, despite not having the

as the Linklater

is that so? And here I thought we were all just people,

a stark reminder of the complex