Moonlight danced gently on the water, and the sea whispered softly as the waves moved up and down. A small fire burned in front of them, its light flickering across their faces.Morrison and Florida sat side by side on the sand, close enough to feel each other’s warmth but far enough to keep their thoughts to themselves. The smell of salt filled the air, and the cool breeze brushed against their skin.For a long time, neither of them spoke. The crackling fire and the calm sound of the waves were enough to fill the silence. Morrison watched the reflection of the moon on the water. It was beautiful and peaceful, but something about it made him think of pain — quiet, hidden pain.Finally, Florida broke the silence. Her voice was low, almost lost in the sound of the sea.“What do you really want to know about me, Morrison?” she asked, staring at the waves. “I thought you already knew enough. You know I have a baby. So why do you still want to be around me?”Morrison looked at her. Her fac

Karvel and Elena finished their breakfast. The maids had cleared the plates, leaving the dining room calm and quiet. The sweet smell of tea and pancakes still hung lightly in the air, and the sunlight danced softly across the white curtains.Elena sat on the couch, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders. She looked peaceful, maybe even happy, after the sweet morning she shared with Karvel. But while she looked calm, Karvel’s mind was far away. Something had been bothering him for days, and he could no longer keep it inside.He turned to face her, his voice suddenly serious.“Elena,” he began slowly, “there’s something I want to ask you.”Elena looked up from the cup she was holding. “What is it?” she asked lightly, though she noticed the change in his tone and felt uneasy.Karvel took a deep breath. “How did you manage to change the divorce papers into fake ones?”She lowered her gaze, trying to collect her thoughts.“Why are you asking that now?” she said quietly.Karvel leaned

“What really happened, Young Master? I don’t understand what you said on the phone,” Morrison asked as he met Karvel outside, near the parking lot of his building.Karvel looked furious, his face still tense from the earlier fight. Without saying much, he started walking toward the main entrance. Morrison followed close behind, concern clear in his eyes.“Seriously,” Karvel muttered, his voice low but heavy with anger, “Alex is going to pay for this.”Morrison frowned as they entered the building. “Wait—you didn’t mean you actually went to his office, did you?”Karvel gave him a sharp look but didn’t answer immediately. They reached the elevator, and Karvel pressed the button hard. “You shouldn’t have gone there, Young Master,” Morrison said quietly. “What if something went wrong?”Karvel finally turned to him. “Something did go wrong, Morrison. Everything went wrong.”The elevator dinged, and they stepped in. The air was thick with tension. Morrison could tell that whatever happened

Karvel pushed the front door open and stepped inside the house. For a moment, he didn’t move. He just stood there, frozen, his eyes slowly scanning the room in front of him. The living room looked nothing like it usually did. It was filled with decorations — glowing lights, beautiful flowers, and soft ribbons hanging from the ceiling like streams of sunlight. The whole place shimmered with color and warmth.The air carried a sweet, soothing scent — roses mixed with a hint of vanilla. It felt peaceful, almost magical. Karvel’s eyebrows lifted slightly, confusion and wonder blending on his face. He dropped his car keys on the small table near the door and took a slow step forward.The sound of his footsteps echoed faintly against the polished floor. Everywhere he looked, there were signs of love and care — flower petals scattered in neat patterns, candles flickering gently, and small heart-shaped ornaments resting on the tables. Someone had clearly spent hours preparing this.He felt hi

The morning sun slipped through the half-open curtains, casting a soft golden light across the room. The candles from the night before had melted away, leaving faint trails of wax on the table. The scent of roses still lingered in the air, gentle and sweet, mixing with the freshness of dawn.Karvel slowly opened his eyes. For a moment, he didn’t move. He simply watched the sunlight dance on the wall and listened to the quiet rhythm of Elena’s breathing beside him. Her head still rested on his chest, her hair falling softly over his shoulder.He smiled faintly and brushed his fingers lightly through her hair. “Good morning,” he whispered.Elena stirred but didn’t open her eyes yet. “Hmm… five more minutes,” she murmured sleepily, her voice muffled against his shirt.Karvel chuckled quietly. “You said that yesterday, too.”She smiled without looking up. “And it worked.”He laughed softly. “You always find a way to win, don’t you?”Finally, Elena opened her eyes and looked up at him. The