Caesar's wedding didn't have many guests, with the entire list barely reaching 60 people, consisting mainly of close friends and family.As soon as Leona and Lucia Coes left, another group of familiar faces, all dressed up and masked, gathered and chatted. Knowing Julie might get tired from standing too long, Ryo quickly guided her to a resting area, helping her to sit on a sofa, with IArbesa joining them.Upstairs, Monica, the center of attention, changed several outfits but still felt dissatisfied, finding each dress tight at the waist."What's going on?" These custom-made dresses should fit perfectly. Had she gained weight from sleeping too much at home recently?"Are you still not ready?" Caesar, in a black suit, walked in, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her head, their eyes meeting in the mirror."Caesar, do you think I've gained weight recently?" Her lightly made-up face looked stunning in the mirror, as she leaned on him, asking if she had g

Applause erupted. Even those not fond of sweets were happy to share in the couple's joy. Julie, a dessert lover, found a small piece insufficient.After eating her portion and her husband's, she eyed her son's half-eaten slice. Miori, sitting nearby, quickly finished her piece and sweetly asked, "Brother, can I have your cake?""Sure, take it." Not fond of sweets, Jony handed it over, noticing Mrs. Lesli's longing glance."Miori, I'll split my cake with you and Mom, okay?"He couldn't favor his sister over his mother, especially given their past. Despite wanting to give it all to his sister, his mother's eyes reminded him of their old times together, softening his heart.Though Miori wanted the whole slice, she reluctantly agreed, "Okay."So, the small piece was divided. Mrs. Lesli found the cake exceptionally sweet.Ryo, sitting beside her, lovingly patted her head.The cake wasn't particularly delicious, but the sweetness lay in the shared love among family.These were the most impo

After dinner, they sat on the balcony, eating fruit and stargazing, talking about anything and everything—his work, her childhood interests, their university days...Their sweet, leisurely island life continued until a call from Lucia Coes, warning that if he didn't return to work, she would quit.Before Lucia's call, they had already packed to return to Paris, as Monica was confirmed pregnant.Three days later, they arrived in Paris.Caesar went to the company that afternoon, didn't return for dinner, but called his wife to say he had to work late.With the boss back, Lucia Coes, the hardworking vice president, could finally clock out on time, taking her daughter to Caesar's city center apartment for dinner.Despite her pregnancy, Monica's health was good, so she cooked herself.The apartment was just right for their family of three, but with a housekeeper, it became crowded. In the later months of her pregnancy, she wouldn't be able to manage the household and their daughter, so Cae

She saw his efforts but his hot-and-cold attitude wore her out.She knew she wasn't the type to sweet-talk or cater to men, and he was used to being pampered by women. Sooner or later, he'd have enough.If he couldn't stand it, it was better to end things before they hurt each other deeply.She was used to handling things alone, but after he had made her rely on him, his coldness made her feel insecure.How had she gotten used to having someone else by her side so quickly?If the time dragged on longer, wouldn’t he completely infiltrate her private world? Once you get used to having someone around, losing them becomes terrifying to even think about."So, what do you think would be appropriate? Like your brother Lucas?"Her eyes widened, not understanding why he suddenly brought up Lucas.Her surprise was interpreted by him as guilt, causing his heart to chill. "I know in your heart, I can never compare to Lucas, but don’t even think about divorce."He abruptly withdrew his hand and le

It was a straightforward transaction: money for pleasure. If the clients didn’t like them, the girls couldn’t pursue them further or secretly meet them without her permission. Violating this rule meant being kicked out of the club and likely never working in this industry again.Mrs. Eleanor had powerful connections and unmatched methods. She could elevate or ruin someone with a flick of her wrist.Many of the girls under her tutelage hoped to use the opportunity to latch onto a wealthy patron, aspiring to step into the world of the rich, whether as a wife or a mistress.Over two months ago, he had arranged for Coco, but she didn’t show up due to illness, calling to say she’d be late.He usually didn’t care to investigate the whereabouts of girls like Coco, and having drunk a bit much that night, he had just gone to bed.Until today, when Mrs. Eleanor personally called to apologize, explaining why Coco hadn’t shown up and hoping he wouldn’t be angry with her tonight.She didn’t come,