His irritation grew. He went to his room, looking around. The vanity she had added was now empty of her skincare products, but the vanity itself remained.Damn, the servants didn't do a thorough job. Why didn't they throw away the vanity too?The pinkish-blue bedsheets, still very feminine, from the previous night irked him. He grabbed and threw them on the floor. Heading to the dressing room, he opened the wardrobe. Seeing it half empty, an inexplicable feeling of discomfort grew stronger.“Wow, such a spacious closet! Looks like I should bring more clothes,” she had said on her first day here.In reality, because she was so busy taking care of him and accompanying him to physical therapy, she hadn’t brought many clothes. Instead, she had bought him plenty of comfortable outfits that he rarely wore before.Her thoughts, her time, her energy were all focused on him. He had noticed it but didn’t want to admit it. Last night, angry at being manipulated, he had lashed out again today, dr

"Let the young ones handle their affairs," Cratsy's mother intervened, seeing her daughter's expression and quickly changing the subject. "It's rare for us to eat together. Let's talk about happy things.""Alright." Cratsy's father nodded, turning to her. "Cratsy, Arbesa will be visiting from Malaysia in a few days. She wants to learn more at the company. Let her follow you.""Why doesn't she go to our company?" Phaimary protested first.Arbesa was their cousin. Though they grew up together, Phaimary didn't like her much, though Cratsy didn’t mind."Sure, that's fine."****In the evening, Norman came home with a furious expression.The past few nights, to avoid being affected by her departure, he stayed at the company’s rest area but still couldn't sleep well.Tonight, he couldn't help but drive back.Entering the house, it was dark and cold, making him even more frustrated.He casually tossed his jacket onto the sofa, went to the kitchen for a glass of water, but found the bottle em

From childhood, she was always compared to her cousin and never measured up. As the younger one, she was always told to follow Cratsy's example. Even when Cratsy married Norman, her mother often told her to find a man no less than Norman. This time, her parents sent her to learn from Cratsy. How could she accept this?The only thing that comforted her was that Cratsy and Norman eventually divorced.If she could win over a man like Norman, imagine the satisfaction.But today, his cold, heartless attitude hurt her deeply. Returning home to be questioned by Cratsy made her feel the jealousy burning stronger."Why can't I go to Norman? I like him. Why can't I confess? You're divorced. What right do you have to interfere in his affairs?" Her voice was emotional.Cratsy frowned slightly. "I don't intend to interfere with anyone. I'm just reminding you that you and Norman aren't suitable. You don't understand him at all..."Arbesa cut her off angrily, "Enough. I don't want to hear it. You're

Norman grunted, sitting at the table. The aroma of the porridge made his empty stomach growl.Cratsy sat opposite, propping her chin on her hands, watching him. "Is it good?" she asked."Decent," he replied without looking up.Well, "decent" was a compliment from him. Getting praise from him was harder than reaching the sky!"Tomorrow, I’ll have the butler send someone to care for you.""Try it," he warned, pausing his spoon."Your brother’s orders." She probed."Cratsy, are you playing games?" he glared at her."I have work tomorrow. I can’t be here every day." That was the truth."With your abilities, what can you possibly do for the company?" He finished his small bowl of porridge and calmly pushed the empty bowl toward her. "Another bowl."This man was truly outrageous.Just a moment ago, he had clearly looked down on her, and now he was treating her like a servant!Resigned to her fate of being a servant in front of him, she pouted and obediently went to get him another bowl."On

Her words instantly soothed him."Really?" Norman asked doubtfully, feeling touched for the first time because she agreed to stay by his side."Aren't I here? Go rest in bed for a bit; we can't have you passing out again. I can't lift you.""Okay." He replied softly, awkwardly putting his arm around her shoulder, leaning half his weight on her, fully enjoying the warmth and softness, with no intention of letting go.She came back, how wonderful!Did this mean he still held an important place in her heart?Just like that night, when she lay under him and said, "For you, I'm willing!"Thinking about it, a strange sense of pride filled his chest, even though he didn't quite understand why.Slowly, they made their way from the living room to the bedroom, where she helped him lie down and thoughtfully tucked him in.Suddenly, the silent man spoke, "Get up here.""What for?" She turned, intending to get him a glass of water, confused by his request."Lie down," Norman said nonchalantly, as