Grace Yowell shrank her neck, trying to avoid the gaze of these nurses, but unexpectedly saw another person—Josh Harris, the second young master of the Harris Family.
Grace Yowell hadn’t expected to see him here. Josh Harris and Daniel Harris have always been at odds. What is his purpose in coming to the hospital?
Josh Harris also noticed Grace Yowell at this moment. His thin lips curled into a teasing smile as he approached and said, "Well, it seems my luck isn’t so bad today. Came to the hospital to appease the old man by visiting my elder brother, but ended up meeting our dear star, Grace."
The term "dear star" was nothing short of stark sarcasm! Grace Yowell’s expression changed, and she turned to leave.
Yet Josh Harris nonchalantly followed behind Grace Yowell, "So you’re just going to leave ? You came to the hospital today to plead with my brother to let you off, didn’t you? So why didn’t you think of asking me?"
Grace Yowell abruptly halted her steps and turned to look at Josh Harris.
Josh Harris lazily smiled, "Although my authority in the Harris Family isn’t as great as my elder brother’s, it doesn’t mean I have no say in anything. Do you think going to him will really help? You know his character. If he decides to go after someone, he won’t change his mind easily."
Grace Yowell was taken aback, and after a moment, she asked, "You’ll help me? Are you willing to help me?"
"Since you, the dear star, have asked, of course, I’ll help. But... it will require you to pay a certain price." Josh Harris’s eyes swept over Grace Yowell with ill intent. Googlᴇ search noᴠelfire.net
In an instant, Grace Yowell understood what this so-called price was.
For Mabel Quinn, everything about Falling City was novel. Just the Kinston Family’s mansion alone, every time she toured a section, inspired new feelings in her. Without being a century-old family, they couldn’t have accumulated such a profound heritage.
The entire mansion was nestled within the green mountains, giving it a tranquil and antique charm. Because the house was so large, Mabel Quinn often got lost, and if it weren’t for the servant leading the way, she might have wandered around the mansion all day.
The local cuisine and specialties of Falling City also opened Mabel Quinn’s eyes. She tried so many things that in just two days, she had gained over a pound.
Over these two days, Kyle Kinston and Mr. Kang were busy discussing the wedding arrangements. Mabel Quinn was not idle either; everything from the wedding dress to the wedding shoes was custom-made, so she spent plenty of time flipping through bridal catalogs, communicating with designers, and trying on numerous wedding dresses.
But this kind of exhaustion was also a sweet kind of exhaustion.
After putting on the last sample of the wedding dress, Mabel Quinn and the designer had finally settled on the style of the attire. Using the sample she was wearing as a template, further modifications would be made regarding fabrics and embellishments.
"How’s it going?" Kyle Kinston walked in from outside, his eyes flashing with amazement as he looked at Mabel Quinn. At this moment, she wore a white wedding dress, like a pure, flawless fairy, captivating attention.
"It’s almost settled." Mabel Quinn smiled, "Wait a minute, I’ll take off this wedding dress first."
But Kyle Kinston pulled her back, his other arm naturally wrapping around her waist, "Don’t change yet, let me look a little longer."
"Huh?" Mabel Quinn was momentarily stunned, and Kyle Kinston lowered his body, whispering in her ear, "You look so beautiful now."