surrounded its borders. The scent of salt, sand, and sea breeze, wafted into the open windows of ci

g woman in dark sun glasses, a loose, casual shirt and light blue jeans was sitting at the passenger seat, watching the

ily. From time to time, she still felt as if she was living inside a dream. The fact that she was n

one under the blazing streetlamps. Now, she was in G City,

s the vehicle drove into one of the best villas in the city. The whole place was designed in the Gothic style. The red iron

able prominence. Many considered them

wed from the glass windows. Cassandra felt her stomach churn despite the magnificent view that unfolded in front of her. The Tang family, despite their coveted s

rrived," the driver

eremoniously stepped out to

aking off her sun glasses, she stared at the castle-like ho

dly. 'It seems as if they are s

a voice announced the

on the old man's face - deep lines stretching on his forehead and crinkling the corner of his eyes, but rather tha

his arms, but before he could put them around her, a sharp exclamation

e walked towards Horace's side, raising a perfectly arched brow at Cassandra's clo

e trailed an appalled eye over Cassandra, lingering on the cotton shirt and denim, as if their very existence wa

r, Mot

mother-in-law courteously, speaking as

red from traveling. Take a seat first. Lion

's rough and stern words, but as of the moment, her mind was fixated on the name that Horace had just uttered. How long h

st forgotten how the man on her m

them all together to arrive. Jill Xie's displeasure had not left her face and she looked to the side, as if seeing Cassandra would be an eyesore. Horace sank into the soft leather, leaning his

d the wordless space among the three of them. Cassandra started to

ang is

n abruptly stood up and walked towards the door, leav

. It had been four years since she had last seen Lionel, her husband, the man who was supposed to be the closest person to her in the world. However, th

eps, with impatience clearly written on his handsome features. Right after he entered the house, his hands pulled at his tie and h

er hands clenched involuntarily, waiting for the emotion she knew would undoubtedly make its presence known. The pain came slowly, reluctantly, like wa

quickly, and turned her eyes elsewhere. She could feel her hands mois

is back," Horace

s calm exterior was impenetrable. The seconds trembled like a ticking bomb in t

s Cassandra, as if taking his time to observe a stranger'

sted as a name on the marriage certificate, and he had not changed his m

r's. She had pale skin, and her lines of her face curved from a smooth forehead to her cheekbones and sloped down to the gen

ung from their meeting. Instead, there was a venomous burn at the pit of his

ower first," Lio

different than a parcel of air. Without so much as a second glance at his wife, Li

one

andra pulled at his hand, and spoke to him in her gentle voice, "Father, I have

refused to be affected, despite the possibility. Then, another cruel thought formed at the back of his mind. 'Or maybe this is an attempt to win my f