As dusk settled in, a subtle warmth stirred between Keaton and Yanni.A servant stepped out from the entrance and happened to witness this tender moment. She said playfully, "You two are so loving, Ms. Yanni and Mr. Keaton! It’s cold out, you two should hurry inside."Yanni smiled gently. Keaton retrieved the gifts from the trunk and walked side by side with her. The servant followed behind, and she couldn't help but admire how well-matched they looked together, especially with Keaton's striking handsomeness. She felt genuine joy for Yanni in her heart.Only someone like Keaton was worthy of the Yanni.…Keaton’s maturity and steadiness, coupled with Ella's cuteness and charm, easily won over the Lockwood family. Even the ever-critical Jamie got along well with Keaton, which was rare. He even went so far as to offer to take Ella to his room to wash her hands before dinner. Astonishingly, he gifted her one of his prized figurines.Mason found this surprising. He leaned over an
The snow fell soundlessly.On the cold winter night, Yanni sat quietly in the car, blinking softly. Her mind was blank, and there was no room for thoughts. She could only watch outside and looked at the woman named Denise.Yanni's instincts told her that Denise’s relationship with Keaton was far from simple. His expression was filled with pain and confusion. It made that clear. If Yanni hadn’t fallen for Keaton, she would have left by now. Her life had no space for risk or heartache. However, she had fallen for him. She couldn’t bring herself to leave, not when happiness seemed so close and within her grasp.The difference in temperature between inside and outside fogged the car windows, casting Denise's silhouette in a hazy blur. Soon, she approached the car. Her movements were so familiar and natural. She opened the door with ease and called out softly, "Keaton."The rush of cold air filled the car, and it was sharp enough to stir Ella awake. She blinked her large eyes groggily
Years later, Denise returned without any warning. It was completely unexpected.…Pale blue smoke lingered between them before it was melted by the falling snow. Keaton stared at Denise with a trace of bloodshot red in his eyes. Every time Keaton saw Denise, he couldn’t help but think of Callan, who was gentle and kind-hearted. He pondered on how love had tortured Callan to death. When he spoke, his voice trembled slightly, “Why have you come back?”The light snow fell on Denise’s shoulders, highlighting her red lips and white teeth. It made her beauty seem almost bewitching. She looked at Keaton and smiled softly, “Of course, I’ve come back to see you and Ella. You two are the only family I have left in this world.”Keaton scoffed, “Is that so?” He had no desire to be involved with Denise, but she was Ella’s biological mother. If she insisted on taking Ella away, it would be a battle he’d have to fight hard. Although he never wanted to see Denise again, he had to tolerate her pr
Denise's voice came softly from behind, “I want to be your wife.” Her voice was incredibly gentle, but it sounded like a wraith to Keaton’s ears. Keaton didn’t respond to her words. Instead, he opened the window. The snow and wind rushed in. It chilled Denise to the bones and made her shiver all over.Denise felt a surge of anger. “Keaton.”Keaton stood tall and unaffected as if the icy air had no effect on him at all. He spoke softly, “I just want you to calm down.” His words dripped with disdain.Denise couldn't tolerate such contempt. She stood up abruptly. “Why not? Ella is my daughter, whom I carried and gave birth to with great difficulty. On top of that, you love her so much. If we were to unite, Callan would surely be happy and comforted.”Keaton turned to look at Denise. His voice was extremely sharp and cold. “You insult Callan by merely bringing him up! He was outstanding, and there were so many excellent women who wanted to be with him. "However, Callan was blind an
Denise hit the nail on the head with Keaton’s thoughts. That was right. If it weren’t for Yanni, there wouldn’t even be this conversation. Keaton wouldn’t care about Denise at all. He would take Ella to a place where Denise couldn’t go. A mother like her would lose her custody rights there, unable even to visit.With Yanni here, however, he was willing to negotiate with Denise because Yanni's family and career were here. It seemed they were reaching an impasse.Underneath the brilliant crystal chandelier, there was a hint of ruthlessness in Keaton's eyes. However, Denise didn’t understand. She had always admired Keaton’s appearance. At this moment, she gazed at him intently and didn't hide her affection in the slightest.Keaton's heart was as cold as ice, but his face softened a bit as he said to Denise, “It’s getting late. We’ll discuss this matter again later.”Although Denise was reluctant to say goodbye, she maintained a sense of pride. She nodded and said, “Alright, I’ll wai
Yanni sat quietly on the sofa in the main bedroom on the second floor, gazing out at the night. There were no stars or moon, only a thick darkness. Yanni looked for a long time until her starry eyes became slightly moist. Keaton came in from the kitchen, bringing her a cup of warm milk. His voice carried a hint of tenderness."Drinking something warm will help a bit." Yanni raised her eyes and looked at Keaton. Instead of taking the milk, she directly asked, "Did you sleep with Denise?" This was her bottom line. Keaton held the cup of milk with his long and attractive fingers. He quietly gazed at Yanni. After a moment, he softly replied, "No, I didn't do anything with her."Then, the cup of milk was placed on the coffee table. Keaton knew Yanni wasn't in the mood to drink. So, he sat on the sofa opposite her. Keaton's expression was calm as he began to recount those past events. It was quite unpleasant, One could even say he was putting his own pain under a microscope.
Gael hung up the phone, and his thoughts were unsettled for a long time. The night wind continued to blow, lifting the edges of his white bathrobe and ruffling his black hair. It revealed a few strands of early grey hair that spoke of his worries. Gael wasn't a fool. Yanni wouldn't make such a proposal without reason. Despite how disgusting she found him, she was willing to be Ella's nominal parent. This could only mean Ella's mother was back to reclaim her. Gael had checked and confirmed that Ella wasn't Keaton's child. Rather, she was Callan's daughter. On the snowy winter night, Gael lit a cigarette and stood in the wind, slowly inhaling. He thought and thought again. Yanni's proposal was indeed a profitable deal. If he became Ella's legal father and helped Yanni secure custody, then the latter would owe him a huge favor. With that, he could ensure his own wealth and glory for the rest of his life.However, Gael still felt uneasy inside. He had been married to Yanni
Keaton’s expression remained unchanged. At this moment, what was going on in his mind? On the surface, Keaton appeared to be a gentle and warm man. He was always approachable and kind in dealing with people. However, how could he have achieved so much in his career if that were all there was to him? His ruthlessness was like a lurking specter in the darkness.Yanni's arrangements were good, but Keaton didn’t intend to let Denise off the hook. Back then, he didn’t hold Denise accountable. Now that Denise had returned, she posed a threat to both Yanni and Ella. Whether it was for new grievances or old affections, Keaton was determined not to spare her this time.Keaton looked at Denise and didn't give a direct answer. He simply said, “No matter whose child Ella is, it has nothing to do with you! It's because she belongs to someone else. You don’t even have the right to sue, let alone the qualification to conduct a DNA test with her.”Keaton's parents, Gustavo Bright and Susan Wilk