Clearwater Bay, facing the meal the chef carefully prepared, Kristina Kingston sat alone at the dining chair, without any appetite.
Even the fruit juice she usually likes the most tasted bland.
The whole villa felt extraordinarily desolate.
In her mind, the words Mia Lane said to her in the study often flashed...
Words about tolerance, about cherishing, about a sense of happiness.
They surfaced one by one.
Every time she thought deeply, Kristina Kingston felt upset and found Mia Lane annoying.
She thought she understood everything. She thought she was a saint! She thought with Justin Kingston’s love, she could be fearless!
At night, Emerald Cove.
After putting the children to sleep, Mia Lane poured a glass of water, took a pill, and returned to the master bedroom.
Justin Kingston sat by the window reading a book, the gentle light enveloping him, his aura was so serene, and the contours of his face were perfectly chiseled.
Just gazing at his profile, Mia Lane was once again deeply captivated by him.
Upon hearing footsteps, Justin Kingston turned his gaze and saw her standing before him.
Their eyes met, and in an instant, they were filled with each other.
Mia Lane smiled gently at him, her smile as beautiful as the dawn on the sea.
Justin Kingston put down the book and took the glass of warm water from her hand and drank a sip.
She bent down and placed the last pill from the bottle between his lips.
Justin Kingston slightly tilted his head and swallowed it.
"Actually, my stomach is already better." Justin Kingston put down the glass and held her hand, his deep eyes filled with gratitude.
"I know." Her gaze was always so gentle, like gentle waves on the sea, able to always penetrate his heart, she said, "This is the last one."
"Thank you, sweetheart." Justin Kingston reached out to wrap his arm around her waist, gently pulling her into an embrace, resting his forehead lightly against her abdomen.
He couldn’t help but recall Anton Miller mentioning having a third child this afternoon, his lips couldn’t help but curve into a smile.
Justin Kingston stood up, "Come." Then he scooped her up horizontally.
"Ah!" Mia Lane was startled, "Put me down! You’re injured! What are you doing?" She didn’t struggle hard, afraid of pulling at his wound.
But how could Justin Kingston put her down?
He carried her to the bed, bent down, and laid her gently onto the bed, then reached to unbutton his shirt.
"You..." Mia Lane was startled, "You wouldn’t... No, no!"
He leaned down, "Why not?" His hands supported her body on both sides, his thin lips kissing her soft earlobe, "Legal couples exercising legal rights."
"But your wound..." She was anxious, pushing him lightly, "It will tear."
"It won’t." But the man’s kisses fell on her neck, chin, lips... first like a dragonfly skimming the water, then gradually progressing.
Her cheeks flushed, her heart rate accelerated.
That night, Justin Kingston held her in the palm of his hand, pampering her deep inside his heart.
The next morning, at four-thirty.
Though the sky is yet dark, it hints at breaking dawn.
Monica Usher stood in front of the window wearing a soft white nightgown, pulled open the curtains, and stared blankly outside.
Her silhouette looked somewhat forlorn.
In the dream just now, Justin Kingston was there, holding her hand, promising her a lifetime.
Yet, he inexplicably disappeared again, in the bustling crowd, vanished like smoke.
Waking up in tearful agony, reality struck her like a heavy blow.
In and out of dreams, it’s impossible to have him.
Monica Usher couldn’t fall asleep again, suffering from insomnia once more.
Now, even catching a glimpse of him is hard.
A few scattered stars hung in the sky, this city seemed like it was about to rain, everything was gloomy.
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Never having been in love with Justin Kingston, yet it felt like she used all her strength for a vivid love with him.
The other party was never moved, while she was already scarred.