The rash on Aiden’s neck is becoming increasingly obvious.
Bit by bit, it spreads into a large red patch.
A slight scratch causes the whole neck to swell up.
To soone who doesn’t know, it might look like he has so skin disease.
Only Christopher Grant knows that for over a decade, this man has been keeping his seafood allergy a secret just to make Tiana Linden happy.
Christopher Grant lets out a long sigh, "Aiden, why do you put yourself through this? You know, you and Tiana were such a good pair; if it weren’t for those idiotic things you did, you two would probably have your second or third child by now..."
Originally, Christopher Grant supported Tiana’s choice of Hector Chaucer.
Now, seeing Aiden like this, he starts to feel sympathy.
He pats Aiden’s shoulder, "Aiden, if you want to fight for her, then do it. But ultimately, it depends on Tiana’s own choice."
...
The ground floor of the restaurant.
Hector Chaucer waits by the bathroom corner for Tiana to co out.
His tall and elegant figure is reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a crisp suit.
Behind him, Jane Sumrs watches Hector Chaucer’s strong and towering back.
His broad shoulders, solid back, long legs, his entire being exudes a powerful masculine energy that gets Jane Sumrs all stirred up.
Taking advantage of her husband Christopher Grant being left in the private room comforting Aiden, Jane Sumrs follows Tiana and Hector Chaucer downstairs.
She’s finally got the chance to be alone with Hector Chaucer.
With graceful steps and a skipped heartbeat, she walks to Hector Chaucer’s side.
Standing shoulder to shoulder with Hector Chaucer.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window lies a hazy nightscape.
In front of the window, their silhouettes are paired together.
Jane Sumrs looks at the shadows of her and Hector Chaucer on the window, feeling very satisfied.
Who knew, standing next to Hector Chaucer she could also appear like a delicate bird.
She gazes indulgently at Hector Chaucer’s tall and sturdy figure in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, thinking how manly he is.
She then flashes a poised and gentle smile, "Hector Chaucer, are you waiting here for Tiana?"
Suddenly with a woman standing beside him, Hector Chaucer instinctively moves a big step to the left.
The perfu of Jane Sumrs wafts over, faint but not unpleasant.
However, Hector Chaucer dislikes such feminine scents.
Having moved a big step away, he steels his forehead, clearly unimpressed with Jane Sumrs, "Isn’t Christopher down yet?"
Jane Sumrs fiddles with the loose hair by her ear, deliberately revealing her entire fair and captivating cheek.
In her circle of friends, they all say her appearance with her ears exposed is very feminine.
Her lovers, too, particularly enjoy kissing her ears, claiming them to be sexy and alluring.
She hopes Hector Chaucer will notice her too.
But after asking her that question, Hector Chaucer lowers his head to look at his phone, not sparing her a glance.
Jane Sumrs sneaks a peek.
His chat window is a conversation between him and Tiana.
The nickna he uses for Tiana in his chat is: Mrs. Chaucer!
Is this man dead set on marrying that second-hand Tiana?
It’s infuriating!
Jane Sumrs never thought about marrying Hector Chaucer.
First of all, she is currently enjoying all the caring and considerate attention Christopher Grant gives her.
To be fair, Christopher Grant is a wonderful husband, thoughtful and family-oriented, handso, successful, with a prominent family background.
She doesn’t wish to divorce Christopher Grant.
She just wants to have the family support from Christopher Grant and still manage to develop a few clandestine relationships externally to find so excitent.
Jane Sumrs’ last casual fling was with a fitness trainer.
She admired his robust physique.
But compared to Hector Chaucer, he was far off the mark.
Hector Chaucer beca her next target for developing an affair.
He doesn’t spare her a glance now, but she doesn’t give up.
In the next mont, she shuffles a bit closer, pretending to accidentally twist her ankle, stumbling into Hector Chaucer’s arms.
"Oh..."
She planned to softly tumble into his embrace.
Unexpectedly, in the next second, before Jane Sumrs could even brush against Hector Chaucer’s clothes, he swiftly stepped back.
This retreat almost left Jane Sumrs unable to keep her footing, nearly falling to the ground.
Ouch... this ti it really hurts!
"Ouch, it hurts!"
She pretends to delicately massage her knee.
Thinking that out of decency, Hector Chaucer would help her up.
To her surprise, Hector Chaucer just snickered at her falling on the ground.
"If you can’t stand, go buy a crutch, if that doesn’t work, try a wheelchair."
Hector Chaucer sees through her flirtations instantly.
But he doesn’t reveal them.
Leaving behind those words, he no longer spares Jane Sumrs a glance and strides to the bathroom entrance.
At that mont, Tiana cos out from inside.
Upon seeing Tiana, Hector Chaucer’s furrowed brows finally ease a bit.
Earlier, the air felt polluted.
Now, it feels so refreshing to breathe, his chest feels relaxed.
He grips Tiana’s hand, "Let’s head back to the hotel."
"I just washed my hands, my hands aren’t dry yet..." Tiana feels a bit uncomfortable.
Especially at this mont, the more she struggles, the tighter Hector Chaucer holds.
Each finger strongly yet gently intertwine through hers.
As their palms interlock, their palm lines overlap.
Tiana’s body suddenly tenses up.
The calluses and scars on Hector Chaucer’s palm make Tiana feel a bit of heartache.
This man has so many wounds on his body.
The scar in his right palm, a result from recently when Sharon Sullivan aid a knife at her and he stepped in, tightly gripping the double-edged blade.
Suddenly, mories flood Tiana’s mind.
When she was seriously ill, it was Hector Chaucer who managed to secure the M901 anti-cancer drug for her.
He also shielded her from the knife.
At six years old, the nine-year-old Hector Chaucer was thrown into a more than two-ter deep swimming pool by The Chaucer Family.
He couldn’t swim.
She did jump in with a float to save him.
Faint mories where, after they surfaced, Hector Chaucer indeed ntioned he would repay her soday.
Was Hector Chaucer really repaying her now?
At this mont, as Hector Chaucer holds Tiana’s hand walking outward, she doesn’t even notice Christopher Grant and Aiden coming out of the elevator on her right.
Because, as she leaves following Hector Chaucer, she raises her eyes to glance at Hector Chaucer’s profile.
They walk out of the restaurant lobby, out on the road.
A yellow street lamp casts its light down.
Under the play of light and shadow, Hector Chaucer’s profile becos a moody silhouette.
With sharp and cold curves, his brow bone cuts like a blade.
Such a tough and resolute man, yet when facing her, his eyes convey a subtle kindness.
Suddenly, Tiana gets the illusion—they really seem to be dating.
That hand held tightly by Hector Chaucer suddenly stiffens further, harboring a bit of restless unease.
The street lamp reflects their hand-in-hand, shoulder-to-shoulder silhouette.
Crossing the zebra line, an electric bike rushes out.
Hector Chaucer draws Tiana into his embrace with a firm long arm.
The danger and blaring completely stayed outside his strong and protective arms.
Only when the vehicle leaves does Tiana realize she is pressed tightly against Hector Chaucer’s chest, a full-fledged crash.
...
Restaurant lobby.
Through a glass door, across a zebra crossing, Aiden watches Tiana crash into Hector Chaucer’s chest.
He tightly clenches his fists, filled with a painful, bitter ache.
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