The night fell into darkness, and the temperature dropped as days passed by. Although the weather in
A City was not as frosty compared to the winter tide breezes in the north, the wind blew a nibble colder
than wonted.
Kevin serenely peeked at the celestial night sky from his rolled-down window from time to time,
expressionless. In the backseat, Rose was still limp from the intoxication she got herself into.
After a moment, Kevin grew impatient. He stepped on the gas pedal and zoomed the freeway to take
Rose to the Starry Hotel.
Unlike the lifeless evening, the hotel was grandeur and unbelievably luxurious all year round, making
the cozy people indoors despise the outdoor wintry zephyrs even more.
The myriad of luster was turned on as it illuminated through the intricately crafted and textured colorful
sheers of glass.
"Mr. Kevin?"
the lobby manager rushed over and asked as soon as Kevin got off his car.
"Yes, it's me," Kevin answered casually as he loosened his velvety tie and pulled out his car key.
"Your room is all set, Mr. Kevin. Always ready for your arrival at any time," the lobby manager greeted
fawningly.
Kevin's room was a supreme suite in the VIP list prepared by the Starry Hotel. Even if guests came
barging in looking for a lodge at the seasonally booked hotel, they didn't dare to rent it out. They kept
the room polished and clean all the time so that once Kevin showed up at the front desk, they would
not make him wait for his accommodation.
"No, I'm leaving. You take her to the suite." As he finished his sentence, Kevin swung the back door
open and signaled the lobby manager to pull Rose out of his car.
He only stepped out because he didn't want anyone to touch his car, or else he wouldn't feel the need
to trouble himself and unlatch the door.
"Okay, Mr. Kevin." The lobby manager was confused, but he didn't dare to show the puzzled look on his
face. He had his questions in mind, but in the end, to follow directives was his duty.
As soon as he closed the back door, Kevin sat on the driver seat and disappeared in a flash, leaving
Rose behind in the hands of the lobby manager.
"Get out of my way!" Being dragged to the elevator, Rose suddenly woke up to the surprise of the lobby
manager.
"Miss, are you alright? Mr. Kevin said you were drunk. Allow me to take you to your room," said the
lobby manager with a courteous smile, confident that the woman in front of him wouldn't get offended
by his helping hand.
"No, don't follow me!" Rose pushed the manager away and stomped upstairs in her eight-centimeter-
high heels.
When she reached a hallway where no one was around, her arrogance abruptly turned to a helpless
shame.
She finally knew the truth behind the reason why Selma insisted her to be Kevin's wife. It turned out
that Kevin's child was terminally ill and needed another child with the same blood type to save his life.
A feeble gleam appeared on her lips as she fathomed the situation. She didn't like Kevin at the
beginning, but she didn't know why she felt so distressed now.
"Kevin, I'm an excellent woman, so why don't you approve of me even if you could just for the sake of
your child? Why?" She clenched her hands into fists of stone, her eyes were madly open, and her
voice was cracking in reluctance.
She couldn't afford other people to see her like this, gushing with embarrassment, so she swiftly went
to her room.
In the East Mountain Villa,
the clock ticked ten in the evening. The evening gale was surprisingly fresh and serene under the rare
sight of the barren skies of A City being filled by thousands of glittering constellations.
Restfully lounging on the deck chair as she leaned her back to look at the heavens, Anne suddenly
remembered the wedding dress from the Starry Sky Series that she had seen a long time ago. The
daisy white and the sapphire blue wedding dress was decorated with intricate diamonds like
ornamental flowers. The model struck a pose as she wore it in a dazzling and elegant stature in front of
the camera.
The corners of her mouth leisurely raised as she daydreamed, but it slowly disappeared after she
thought that such a magical scene was too unreal to exist in this world or to happen in her lifetime.
Suddenly, the ringing of her phone interrupted her pondering. Talking a look at the caller ID on the
screen, she saw that it was Selma. She grew anxious as she had a bad feeling about this call. Selma
seldom called her, so this must be about something severe.
Anne answered the phone and heard the fretful voice of Selma over the phone. She said, "Has Kevin
gone back?"
"Not yet. Why? Is there something wrong?" Anne's heart skipped a beat as she asked blankly.
"He went to send the daughter of the L Group back to hotel. Now, Rose just told me that she had
returned to the hotel, but Kevin was not with her, so I thought maybe he's there." Selma's tone was still
frankly rude, but Anne didn’t bother. She was already used to her attitude.
"He hasn’t come back here either. Plus, his whereabouts seem to be none of my business," said Anne
unruffled.
"I know you are angry with me," said Selma, but her sudden gentle tone made Anne sneer.
She knew all too well that such a voice could only be heard when she needed her to do something.
"Are you going to tell me to leave Kevin again?" said Anne indifferently.
She had already suffered a far crueler blow from Selma, so what she wanted to tell her now was not a
big deal.
"It's good that you know that Kevin has a noble status. An adopted daughter of the Ye Clan like you
don't deserve him, but Rose? She’s a hundred times more suitable to be with Kevin." Selma spoke in a
gravely serious tone when she sensed that Anne wouldn’t yield to persuasion nor coercion.
Although Anne was madly bursting in flames deep inside, she managed to keep her composure.
Yes, she was the adopted daughter of the Ye Clan, but what about it? Who stipulated that she must
possess a legitimate identity to be with Kevin?
Before, she never believed such a law because she loved Kevin, but now, she didn't believe it because
she never gave an ounce of care about it anymore.
However, Anne was still unpleased from the way Selma dissed her. She said in an easy tone, "What
one lacks is what makes them fear the most. As far as I know, when you married into the Fu Family,
you came from a lowly family. Are you afraid that Kevin will follow your footsteps?"
"Anne, don't you even know basic respect?!" Selma shouted.
Her trembling voice had proved that what Anne cussed out hit her right in the middle of her heart.
"I don't care what you think. Rose has the same blood type as you. In order to save my grandson, I will
force Kevin to marry her! It's better to marry a woman from a family of equal social rank than to be with
a broken hen who doesn't know how to lay eggs!" Selma's voice was arrogant and perverse as she
yelled her insults over the phone.
Anne was so infuriated that she laughed.
A broken hen that couldn't lay eggs.
Anne didn't expect that someone would scold her like that, but she had enough.
If Selma said those blistering words in front of her, Anne wouldn't hesitate to tear up the crazy middle-
aged dame into tiny shreds like a piece of paper.
But if she heard it right, Selma said that Rose had the same blood type as hers, so Anne was stunned.
Rose's blood was the only one left in the world that matched her child's. Her son had a chance. The
boy could be bailed out of his detrimental fate.
The thought was bittersweet. The stirring blend of hope and despair haunted her consciousness. Her
phone slipped from her hand and pummeled into the ground, but she was so lost in her thoughts that
she barely noticed it.
"Miss Anne, are you okay?"
It was deafeningly quiet in the villa especially during nighttime, so Anne’s quarreling over the phone
echoed the corners of the house and awakened a servant in her shallow sleep.
To the servant’s worry, Anne spoke nothing but silence. She just sat on the carpet floor with her legs
crossed seemingly lost in her thoughts as she beamed a bitter smile.
The servant was afraid that she would disturb Anne’s peculiar brooding, so she stood aside quietly,
anxious that something bad might have happened to her.
An hour had already passed, but Anne was still motionless as if she had been petrified in her sleep, but
her eyes disclosed that she was far from slumbering.
By this time, Kevin came back.
When he opened the door, the first thing that welcomed him was Anne, sitting on the ground with an
odd appearance. It seemed that she was smiling, but at the same time, she looked like she didn't care
about anything.
When he saw her like this, his heart constricted like a fist. He briskly walked up to her, and asked the
maid, "What's wrong with Anne?"
The servant shook her head disappointingly, and said, "I don't know. When I came out, Miss Anne had
become like this."
Seeing that she was absent-minded, Kevin felt sorry for her. He bolstered Anne in his fibrous arms and
walked into the bedroom.
"Anne, what happened?" Kevin flicked the light switch, only to find that Anne's eyes were as obscure
as ink as she stared at his face without blinking.
"You're back?" Anne's voice drifted like a balloon suspended in the air. The pretentious serenity in her
voice made Kevin throb in pain.
"Yes, I am," he replied.
"Kevin, I didn't expect you to be in such a hurry," Anne sneered.
"Why? What do you know?" Kevin's expression seemingly froze at the moment. Although he knew he
did nothing wrong, he felt it difficult to explain to her.
"I know everything. A few days ago, when I took care of Eddy, you met Rose. You have met her several
times, or maybe you’ve gone more intimate with her. Your mother likes her status and her blood type is
the miracle we have all waited for, so your mother wants you to get married to her, right?" Anne raised
her eyes, full of stubbornness. She always kept her pride soaring like a kite in the wind.
Because she was the bastard queen. She had no family, no background, just a poor foster child.
She could only act tough like an empress, stepping on shattered glass recklessly as she dragged her
blood-shedding feet because she knew that once she fell, there would be no one waiting behind her to
break her fall, and her defeat would be absolute.
She once wished for the love of Kevin, but he turned out to be the man she never wanted in her life.
She felt like a shiver in the cold wind, and she knew better not to care about it.
"Yes, that’s right." Kevin wanted to justify himself, but what Anne said was the truth.
"So, you come clean with me. Kevin, I am so lucky that I never accepted you nor forgave you for who
you are and what you’ve done because I could only imagine the horrible things I could have done to
myself in this flood of embarrassment." Anne's voice was weak but starkly gritty.
Kevin was terrified of the underlying gist of her words. He reached his hand to caress Anne, but she
was quick to violently shove his gesture aside.
"No, please. I won't let you get hurt, and I will do everything to protect our son." Kevin knew that her
rendezvous with Rose was a big mistake, so he was at a loss of words.
"There’s no need to care for me. You better listen to your mother and do what must be done." Anne
took a deep breath and beamed a crooked smile which made Kevin feel inexplicably blue.
"That’s not going to happen. I would never listen to my mother’s plea. It’s you that I love, and there’s no
other woman worthy of my vows," said Kevin as he calmly tried to give her his reassurance.
As the tension heightened like rockets, Anne seemed to be on the verge of collapse. She didn't speak
as much as she normally did to contain her emotions to herself, and her burst of emotion gave Kevin a
lot of excruciating agonies to spare.
It turned out, that this woman's fragile appearance was this destructive.
Kevin’s conscience told him that he had gone too far. He was numb to the towering pinnacles of piled
up grievances that impaled her heart to become like this.
"I don't believe you, Kevin. I don't mind if you marry someone else, or if you have children with some
other woman," said Anne without any warning as she leveled her line of sight with his.
Kevin was already taken aback by her guileless sentiments, but she continued, "You can do anything
you want as long as I can be a loving mother to my son. I will take care of him all my life. You can just
visit him at any time you want. You can go ahead and look after the child you'll have with the woman
your mother acknowledges."
In a blink of an eye, Kevin clenched his fists as firm as a rock, looked at Anne dead in the eye, and
asked, "Did I say that I allow this?"
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