Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

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“Zinnia, you’re back. Come inside for lunch.” Jackson appeared as soon as the car stopped.

Zinnia replied with a simple nod and stepped out. The princess-themed room from last night had melted some of her usual frostiness.

“Zinnia, is this medicine? Are you feeling unwell?” Jackson took the bag from the driver and caught the distinct medicinal scent. His forehead creased with worry.

“No. I just bought it for fun,” Zinnia replied, eyeing the large medicine bag without expression.

Most girls her age would be shopping for handbags or saving up for concert tickets. But Zinnia was different. She treated bulk medicine like some kind of bizarre hobby. Jackson could only stare in bewilderment.

“Just… be careful with it,” he said softly. “Don’t accidentally ingest any. If you do feel unwell, we’ll need to see a doctor immediately.” He decided to humor her peculiar interest, however baffling.

“Alright.” She gave a curt nod.

“Zinnia, you’re back,” Sofia called out when she spotted her granddaughter. “Henry, dinner’s ready!”

Henry glanced up from his book, glasses perched on his nose. “Oh, back just in time,” he said, rubbing his temples before setting the glasses aside. “Let’s eat.” He pushed himself up and headed for the dining room.

Zinnia followed, then froze mid-step when she saw the dining table. Every inch was covered with meat dishes, each one perfectly tailored to her tastes.

“Come on, Zinnia, let’s eat. I wasn’t sure what you liked, but since you’re feeling better, I had the chef make something appetizing,” Jackson said, watching her closely.

When he saw the smile on her face as she looked at the food, he felt a little more confident about that mysterious email he’d gotten earlier.

That morning, Jackson had been finishing up at the office when he got an anonymous email with a file attached. It listed Zinnia’s habits and favorite foods in crazy detail.

The specificity unnerved him, so he had his assistant check out the sender. But they hit a dead end-the email had been sent from a hidden IP address.

When he got home, he decided to trust the email and asked the chef to make a meal based

on it.

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much last night, so Jackson figured he might as well trust the email. Besides, the details

good intentions or not didn’t really matter. Right now, it felt

into her chair with

had been summoned back to the institute this morning for some urgent work

ribs with her fork, their glossy glaze

familiar that it nearly brought tears to her eyes. It wasn’t exactly her master’s recipe, but after weeks of bland meals, the bold tang

But deep down, she loved bold

she’d have to endure more of that bland food. But after tasting their flavorful cooking, she realized that sticking around a little

Sofia said cheerfully, smiling as she noticed Zinnia helping herself to seconds. “You need to

course, Grandma,” Zinnia answered, her voice quiet and

a neatly peeled shrimp onto her

picked at the shrimp with her fork. The first bite was perfect -tender, sweet, just how

he’d stacked a small mountain on her

as she pushed her half-finished shrimp away, stopping Jackson from peeling more. She loved shrimp, but she didn’t have a

meant it. He wiped his hands on

their

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Zinnia was. Even their usually distant eldest grandson was happily peeling

though the evening was still young, the elderly couple felt their energy waning. They lingered downstairs chatting with Zinnia for a while before retiring upstairs

afternoon rest.

the stairs, balancing her stack of medicine packets. “I’ll be in the study if you need

“Okay.” She nodded.