Around twenty minutes passed before Anne entered the room.
Without so much as a glance at Kevin, she took Eddy from his arms.
"Mom!" the little boy gladly acknowledged her arrival. He tugged at the hem of her clothes, while a drop
of saliva slid down his chin without his knowledge.
"Mommy bought you some porridge. How about we have some of it right now?" asked Anne.
Eddy was one year old now and could finally eat porridge. The thought of such delicious food made his
mouth water.
Anne carried him over to a small bed on the other side of the room and proceeded to feed him. All this
motherly love radiating from Anne made Kevin feel a pang of jealousy.
"Is the porridge yummy?" she asked. Seeing that the little boy was enjoying his meal, she began
teasing him by playfully putting the bowl away. Immediately, Eddy's lips trembled as if he was about to
cry.
"Anne, can I see you out here for a minute?" The sound of Sam's voice made Anne stop. She
straightened up and handed the bowl to Kevin. "Please feed him. I'll only be a while."
As soon as she closed the door, Kevin eyed Eddy and grumbled, "I'm hungry, too. How come there's
only food for you?"
Kevin felt hurt, and in a moment, Eddy did so, too. His mother had just left the room, and now his father
wouldn't feed him.
"Waaahhhh!" he began to wail. Kevin had no choice but to comfort him.
"No, don't cry. I'll feed you." Kevin tried to soothe the little boy. However, he was still feeling hurt. He
hoped that Anne would pay attention to him, too.
Outside the ward, the corridor was eerily quiet.
Anne stood with her back to the door and studied Sam carefully. "Is Kevin alright?"
She was clearly nervous. She had heard that the symptoms of the allergic reaction could sometimes be
severe and surmised that Kevin had been in a terrible condition the previous day.
"You worry about him so much, Anne. You said you wouldn't let this pass that easily," Sam said with a
faint smile.
"I know, but this is a serious matter. I just want to know as much as I can about it."
She wanted to appear casual, but her eyes betrayed her emotions.
"Really?" Sam asked. The truth was that he already knew how Anne truly felt.
"Of course."
"You know, you don't look so good yourself. Do you want to get checked?" Sam offered.
Anne indeed felt a little uncomfortable, but she thought she could still handle it. Kevin and Eddy were
both sick, and she didn't want to cause more trouble.
"There's no need for that. I just haven't been sleeping well these past couple of days. I'm okay." She
smiled, but Sam was still worried. Nevertheless, there was nothing that he could do.
"Well, that's good to hear. I've been worried about you. Your experience had been unpleasant."
Anne smiled. "Why do you say so? Anyway, it doesn't matter. I just need to get some rest.
But how is everything going with Rose?" she asked casually, thinking of the wedding ceremony.
Sam was taken aback.
"She's fine. Anyway, Kevin has definitely frightened her. I'm confident she won't be doing anything
reckless anytime soon." As he spoke, he felt a spark of admiration for Kevin.
How could the man be so cruel to others?
However, when he thought of their current situation, he felt like he understood his intentions a bit better.
"Okay, I see," Anne responded.
As she spoke, she felt dizzy, prompting her to put a hand on her forehead. This did not escape Sam's
attention. "Are you okay, Anne?"
"Oh, this is nothing," she assured him. After a few moments, she seemed to recover.
"Are you really okay?" Sam asked, still worried.
"I'm fine. Kevin and Eddy are free to leave the hospital today, right?" asked Anne.
"Yes, but I still think that you should get yourself checked," Sam said honestly.
"Let's talk about it later. I'll be back here in a few days anyway," Anne insisted.
Seeing that there was no persuading her, Sam had to give it up. "Well, if you ever feel anything
strange, let me know at once. Don't forget that I'm a doctor."
"Okay, I will."
In the lounge of Claire Jewelry City, tables and chairs were elegantly arranged.
On one table sat a steaming cup of water.
Rose's face was still a little pale. She had been here for a while now, and Mark had been with her the
entire time. She found his presence to be a relief.
"Are you feeling better?" Mark asked.
"Yes, I feel much better now. It's just that everything happened so quickly, and I wasn't ready for any of
it." A hint of panic flashed across her face.
Mark knew what she meant. After all, Rose was a girl. She was not as strong as everyone thought.
Most of the time, she was weak.
"It doesn't matter. Just try to get back on your feet for now. You've been here for so long. Are you
hungry?" he asked.
"A little," she admitted. She could not help but be honest with him.
"Let's go. I'll take you out, and we'll get something delicious to eat."
It was two o'clock in the morning, and yet it was bustling in downtown of A City.
The city lights remained bright. A City was, in fact, a sleepless city. Here, people were happiest and
most active at night.
Vendors displayed all sorts of snacks in their well-lit stalls, and the air was filled with the aroma of
various oils and savory dishes.
Rose felt very strange as she took all this in.
Mark noticed her curiosity. "Haven't you ever been here before?"
"Never." Rose shook her head.
It was true. She had never been to this part of the city. She had always thought of it as filthy, and her
family had never allowed her to go here. If she was being honest, she felt as though it was unfitting of
her, as the daughter of a wealthy family, to step foot in this place.
"Many magical things await us. When it comes to food, the most ordinary of places provide the most
inspiration." An easy-going smile was plastered across Mark's face as he spoke.
Rose had not expected this. She had always thought that Mark was an elegant man and that he had
excellent taste in things.
However, as they stood in the middle of this busy city, the air buzzing with activity, she felt as though
she was seeing the most real version of him, the one that she liked.
"Don't be silly. Come and give it a try. Since it's your first time here, I'm buying you everything." That
was how Mark was. He was so thoughtful that everyone automatically felt at ease around him.
However, Rose always felt that there was some distance between them.
"Okay," she said, raising her eyebrows and smiling.
Upon seeing her reflection in Mark's eyes, she lowered her head.
Perhaps he was only treating her as he would his friends.
Amidst the busy night, they quickly found seats. "By the way, Kevin and I are no longer engaged," Rose
said after some thought.
Mark looked at her. His eyes shone with pity. "I know, but this will all pass. Try not to think about it too
much."
He had happened to see her tear-stricken face on live television. He didn't know why, but he could not
get that image out of his head.
"I'm fine. I've told you that I don't have feelings for Kevin. Now that we are separated, I feel more at
ease." She spoke indifferently, but he wasn't convinced.
Maybe she was just putting on a brave face.
"You know what? Let's not talk about this right now. Here, try this. This is called a squid stew, and it's
delicious!" he said, changing the topic.
Rose was unaware that Mark was doing this because he had noticed that she was becoming upset.
She guessed that he was only acting this way because this was just who he was. Her smile grew
brighter.
"Okay."
Here they were, spending a joyful night downtown. She felt much better now. Whenever she looked at
him, she felt nothing but happiness.
The East Mountain Villa was filled with a warm and familiar feeling of home,
as Anne and Kevin arrived at the same time.
The faint and refreshing fragrance of jasmine permeated the air.
"Mr. Kevin, Mrs. Selma dropped by today," a servant announced the moment when the two entered the
living room.
Kevin frowned slightly and glanced at Anne. He had a feeling that the visit had something to do with
her.
"What did she say?" he asked, smiling faintly, before casually sitting down on the sofa.
Even before the servant spoke, he had already decided that he was going to stand by Anne, no matter
what.
He knew exactly what kind of person his mother was. Going against Anne now meant giving up an
entire future with her.
"Well..." The servant glanced at Kevin and then at Anne but dared not speak.
"Miss Anne, could you give us some privacy?" the servant requested.
What she was about to say would be very unpleasant for Anne to hear.
Anne gave her a smile that was gentle but without any warmth. Kevin pressed his lips into a thin line.
His eyes were as sharp as knives.
"She doesn't need to leave. Just say what you have to say," he demanded.
The servant sighed and carefully studied Kevin. She said timidly, "Mrs. Selma said that even though
you might be obsessed with Miss Anne, she was still not welcome to the Fu Family."
"Their acceptance is not necessary. If she drops by again, please tell her that Anne is the person that I
want to marry. If she has a problem with Anne, then perhaps it's better if she doesn't pay us a visit at
all," Kevin said coldly.
Anne was taken aback. Kevin was doing this for her. Unsure about what to do or feel, she lowered her
head and said nothing.
The servant, visibly shaken, nodded, and said, "Okay."
Kevin stood up, walked up to Anne, held her hand, and smiled. "Are you feeling better?"
"I'm fine. I'm just tired. I'm going to go and get some rest," Anne said.
What was this strange feeling? She had not been feeling lethargic, but now, her eyelids felt heavy.
"Okay." Kevin thought that the conversation just moments ago had upset her, so he didn't stop her.
Instead, he quietly accompanied her to her room.
"I'm going. You go and get some sleep." He tucked her in and was about to kiss her when she slowly
turned away and closed her eyes. He had no choice but to leave her alone.
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