Okay,” Taya replied obediently, turned around, and walked into the bathroom. After filling the bathtub with hot water, she lay down. As the warm water rippled on her skin, she, who was mentally and physically exhausted, felt a slight sense of relaxation. After preparing a clean towel and pajamas for her, Harper went to the kitchen to make a big bowl of ginger tea for her. Although she had a wolf spirit transplant, she was, after all, a person who had undergone a major operation. Her body was much weaker than an ordinary person’s.
Harper didn’t know if she would catch a cold or have a fever after being drenched in the rain for so long. Thinking of this, she asked the nanny to get cold medicine. When Taya came out of the bathroom and saw the ginger tea and cold medicine on the coffee table, she suddenly felt warm in her heart.
She sat down on the sofa, drank ginger tea, and took medicine. Then she was led to the second floor by Harper. “When I bought this house, I made two master bedrooms, even though I knew you wouldn’t come back. But I still insisted on doing this because I always feel like you’re still by my side when there’s room left for you,” Harper said. Taya looked at Harper, who was lying under the quilt, and tears welled up in her eyes again. She relied on Harper and Silas’s care for the first half of her life to survive.
It was her turn to take care of them for the rest of her life… After making the quilt, Harper patted the soft bed and said, “Come here and have a good sleep. Don’t think about anything, okay?” Taya nodded obediently, lifted the quilt, and lay down. At this moment, it was as if she had returned to her own home. She relaxed and soon fell asleep. Seeing that she had fallen asleep, Harper quietly turned around and walked out. She asked the nanny to wash and dry Taya’s clothes. Then she took out a card and put it in her pocket. This was the money Taya had left her before she left. She didn’t use a single penny of the money earned at the cost of Taya’s life. Now that Taya was back, it was time to return it to her. After that, Harper sat on the sofa in the living room, took out her phone, and opened Moments to have a look.
The first dynamic was sent by Preston with a picture and a sentence… He sat in a luxurious private room of Nightshade, embracing a charming-looking woman, and the accompanying words were “New toy.” After seeing this, Harper seemed to have expected that he would find another woman. Her expression froze for a moment and then quickly returned to normal. He never posted anything about her on his social media when they were together. But now that he was dating an unmarried woman, he was willing to do so. Harper felt that it was a little hurtful. After hesitating for a few minutes, she clicked on Preston’s Whatsapp and blacklisted him. On the other side, after posting on social media for a whole night, Preston still hadn’t received a message from Harper. He couldn’t help but click on her WhatsApp profile picture and forward the photo he posted on his Moments to her. He was about to piss her off but received a red exclamation mark! His face suddenly darkened. “Harper, how dare you blacklist me first?!” He seemed to be angry and made a phone call, but the other side was already on another call… Obviously, she had blocked his phone number as well. Preston was so angry that his face turned blue. He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, “Okay, blacklisted me, right?” He stretched out his finger and poked the phone screen hard. Soon, everything related to Harper was deleted. Who didn’t know how to block someone? Never unblock him if she was able to do so! After blacklisting Harper, Preston threw his phone away.
Griffon, who was walking in from outside the manor, frowned slightly when he saw the phone on the ground. “You’re back.” When Preston got up from the sofa and saw that Griffon was drenched, he asked worriedly, “Why are you drenched like this?” Griffon didn’t reply. He took off his suit jacket and took the towel from the servant. Only then did he dry his hair unhurriedly and ask him, “Why are you at my house?” Preston sighed and replied boringly, “It’s the weekend. I’m too bored, so I came to have a drink with you.” He glanced at him coldly and said, “If you’re bored, go to Africa and take your fifth-oldest brother’s job.” When Preston heard the word “Africa,” he felt his scalp go numb. “He may not be afraid of sunburn with his thick skin, but I can’t. My face is my capital. You can’t cut off my livelihood, can you?” The main reason was that he didn’t like African women, unlike his brother, who had a special taste preference. Moreover, the work in Africa was too complicated.
Every time his brother came back, he would lose a lot of hair. He didn’t want to be bald… Preston’s fifth-oldest brother: “You’re the one who’s bald. Your whole family is bald!” Griffon didn’t have much interest in dealing with Preston. He dried his hair and went straight to the bathroom. Looking at the lonely and cold back, Preston breathed a sigh of relief and sighed helplessly. In the past few years, Griffon had always been depressed. He had never seen him smile, and he didn’t know when he could let go of that woman. He withdrew his gaze and looked at the phone on the ground. It just so happened that an unfamiliar number was calling. He snorted. Harper must have found out that he had deleted her, so she couldn’t help questioning him. When the call was about to end, he slowly picked up the phone and picked it up. “Harper, you…” Before he could finish his words, the other party interrupted him. “Sir, do you want to buy a house?” Preston, “……’ Who leaked his number, and why did the sales call him? Could the person who sold the house ask who he was first? Did he need to buy a house? Preston was so angry that he hung up the phone.
He walked to the wine cabinet with a cold face, took a goblet, and poured red wine into it. After drinking a few gla*ses of wine, he was still angry. He picked up his phone and sent a message to his friends. Then he got up, left the manor, and went straight to the nightclub. When Griffon came out of the bathroom and saw that Preston had left, he frowned and walked to the study on the second floor. He sat down at the desk, turned on the computer, and flipped through the latest financial data. Then he couldn’t help looking at the drawer next to him. After looking at it quietly for a few seconds, he stretched out his slender fingers, opened the drawer, and took out the golden bronze mask… As his fingertip touched the mask, a scene from many years ago flashed through his mind: embracing her in bed as Greyson, entangled in pa*sion.
The sudden recollection of this event brought back the pain that he had been suppressing, and it hit him like a tidal wave, tearing at his heart and lungs… He put down his mask, supported his forehead with one hand, and closed his tired eyes. He wanted to forget the past, but his mind was full of her figure… That unforgettable face drilled into his limbs and invaded every cell of his body, making him miss her uncontrollably. He couldn’t help but take out his personal phone and open the messages
. Despite thousands of messages, there was still no response, as if they had disappeared into the void. He knew that she no longer used this number, nor would she reply or look at it, but he still sent her messages out of habit. After editing all the delusions in his heart into words, he sent them out like before… Although he would never receive a reply, this was the only way for him to vent his longing…