Rebekah glanced over at Ron; she exchanged a knowing look with him before saying, "I'll have someone tidy up the rooms. Why don't you two stay here tonight and keep me company?"Ron replied simply, "Sure."Emma had purchased a midnight flight back to South Florivera, necessitating a rush to the airport, which made staying over after dinner impossible.Yet, she found herself at a loss for words, struggling to decline Rebekah's kind offer.As she hesitated, Ron stepped in to clear the air. "Mom, I've got something on tonight. After dinner, I'll drive Emma back to her dorm."Rebekah raised an eyebrow. "What's so important?" she wondered aloud, thinking, 'Wasn't he the one insisting Emma stay over? What's he up to now?'Ron kept it mysterious. "Life stuff."Rebekah could not help but chide him lightly, "You, always the joker."Right after dinner, Ron insisted on leaving to take Emma back to her dormitory. But as soon as they were out of the gated community, he asked, "So, you reall
Ron looked at her dawdling pace with disdain. "If you, a lady, can handle it, why can't I, a grown man, stay?"His words sounded noble, but Ron regretted them the moment they arrived at the hotel.Despite now earning a decent income, Emma was still reluctant to spend money.This place was hardly a hotel; it was clearly a budget inn charging only a few dozen bucks a night. The hygiene was questionable at best, and safety seemed like a gamble.Ron turned on his heel, dragging her suitcase behind him. "We're leaving, now.""It's too late, and we can't get a refund for the room.""Are you trying to get us killed?"Emma fell silent, her thoughts a whirlwind of frustration. 'I told him he wouldn't be used to cheap places. He insisted on coming with me, and now he won't even let me stay here alone. Why is he so annoying?'However, considering Ron had rushed over in the middle of the night to help her, Emma decided not to hold it against him.Ron picked the best hotel in the area—the
Emma turned and dashed into the bathroom. She cranked the faucet on and splashed water on her face, aiming to soothe her nerves.Although they were engaged, they were still too young, with countless uncertainties looming over their future. The possibility of actually walking down the aisle was up in the air.Decisions made in a rush of happiness could eventually become sources of regret. And Emma knew all too well that she couldn't afford any regrets.She thought that fortunately, Ron hadn't pushed things further, which gave her time to cool off.After freshening up, Emma stepped out to find Ron on the balcony, a cigarette in hand.She couldn't resist chiding him, "I've told you to cut down on smoking. Why can't you seem to remember?"This time, Ron complied, snuffing out the cigarette. "We should get some sleep. We've got to put our best foot forward when we meet your family tomorrow.""Okay, I'll sleep on the couch. You take the bed," Emma responded.Ron simply replied, "As y
Florivera was located in the south, and during summertime, the intense sun seemed to sear everything in sight. Abigail had requested half a day off from work, and with her birth certificate in her bag, she hopped into a taxi and headed toward the Dracothon district registry.Abigail knew that her grandmother, Cassandra Clare, still harbored resentment about what had happened three years ago. Cassandra felt guilty of not being able to protect Abigail, which had led to her reputation being utterly ruined and unable to return home. She was also worried that as she aged, she wouldn't be able to continue taking care of Abigail as she wished. And that was why she enlisted the help of her friend, Margaret, who happened to have an unmarried grandson. The older generation believed that a woman's best future was marriage, as long as she could find someone who would marry her.But Abigail had experienced something unpleasant three years prior and, coupled with the numerous cases of failed marri
Xander's eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly as he caught Abigail blatantly staring at him. As the CEO of Zane Corporation, he was accustomed to receiving attention from women. However, even without his title, his chiseled features alone were enough to make many women fall head over heels for him. He despised these types of women.Cleona nudged Abigail gently, "What are you waiting for?"Abigail snapped out of her trance, composed herself quickly, and introduced herself, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Zane. I'm Abigail Renee. I've only been transferred to the Zane Corporation headquarters for less than a year."Xander repeated her name silently, feeling a sense of familiarity. He took another glance at Abigail and realized that she was no longer staring at him. He found her much more pleasant to look at and said, "Let her stay."Cleona acknowledged and led the three of them out of the office. She then instructed Abigail, "Go get your things and move into the executive assistant's office.""Ok
Abigail had just found out that her boss, Xander Zane, was married. As she watched him speak with a gentle smile about his wife, she guessed that they must have a very loving relationship. Abigail thought to herself, "Mr. Zane is wealthy, fit, and handsome, and he clearly loves his wife." Her admiration for her new boss grew stronger and more genuine.Thinking from the perspective of an ordinary girl, Abigail carefully considered her response, "Mr. Zane, girls love jewelry and precious stones, but I think the most valuable thing is to show your love for your wife. For example, give her a bouquet of flowers, take her out for a meal, or take her to see a movie."Xander had no love experience, but he believed that if he were to marry a girl, he should treat her well. He replied, "Hmm, you go ahead and prepare."Upon receiving the instructions, Abigail immediately contacted the flower shop that Zane Corporation frequently worked with and personally selected a bunch of bright red roses t
Abigail was speechless at Keith's words. She thought, "Is it really appropriate for us as subordinates to discuss such matters?" But when she recalled Xander's smile when he had mentioned his wife the day before and his stern expression this morning, she couldn't completely dismiss Keith's theory.Abigail glanced at Xander, who elegantly swung his golf club and smoothly sunk a ball into the hole. Peter, on the other hand, was not as lucky, taking several swings before missing his shot.After a few rounds, Peter beckoned for someone to bring them refreshments. Abigail immediately handed Xander a bottle of water and a towel. Peter's gaze shifted toward Abigail, his eyes blatantly ogling her.Abigail wore a white shirt and a knee-length skirt with sleek, black hair tied up in a bun, revealing her slender, fair neck. She wore light makeup and was dressed professionally, a completely ordinary outfit for the workplace.Peter, however, kept staring at her chest, his gaze lecherous as if A
Abigail thought her boss didn't seem like the type to buy cheap things, but she also knew that what she wanted to buy wasn't something expensive. After weighing her options, Abigail decided to prioritize her boss's needs and escorted him into a luxury department store.As Abigail followed Xander from behind, she noticed that he didn't seem interested in browsing any of the shops. She thought that if he kept aimlessly wandering around, he might not end up buying anything.Abigail picked up her pace and caught up with Xander. "Mr. Zane, would you like to check out the stores?"Xander nodded and headed toward the nearest store. When they reached the entrance, a store employee stopped them. "Excuse me, sir. Please line up over there."Abigail thought to herself, 'Someone of Xander's status probably has high-end luxury brands catering to him at his doorstep, and he may not even be aware that regular customers have to queue for a bag.' Therefore, she quickly brought out the company's VVI