GoodNovelChapter 1089
leg bent, gazing out the window at the moonlight dancing on the sea.
On an island, the night was as dark as ink, casting an eerie stillness over everything. The only sound was the
rhythmic crashing of waves, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the world beyond. In a dimly lit villa on
the second floor, a young man sat on the floor, one
He glanced at his phone to check the time. Ah, it was New Year's Eve. Someone had once told him that New
Year's Eve should be celebrated with a bang.
After sitting quietly for a bit longer, he got up, hopped on his yacht, and headed to a restaurant. As he left the
island, the world around him becvibrant, alive with festive lights and excitement.
Once at the restaurant, he found a cozy spot in the back. No sooner had he sat down than a waitress approached
with a menu in hand.
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"Sir, can | take your order?" she asked, a bit shyly. He was strikingly handsome, with skin paler than most
women.
He ordered a fondue. As she added water to the hot pot, a couple of droplets splashed onto his pristine white
shirt. The smile that had been playing on his lips vanished.
The waitress turned pale and quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry, sir! It was an accident! Please don't report me; |
have younger siblings to support, and | can't lose this job!"
Most people would have just laughed it off, but the young man raised his eyes, which were calm yet carried a
flicker of something wild. He stared at her for a moment before breaking into a smile. "It's alright, accidents
happen."
Relieved, she thought he was quite understanding. As she set the table, she watched him slowly slip a ring off
his finger and, to her shock, drop it into the boiling oil.
Stunned, she couldn't fathom what he was trying to prove.
With a smile that was both innocent and unsettling, he said, "Oops, that was an accident too."
"Shouldn't you help retrieve it?" he added, implying much more than his words.
Her face went even whiter as she grasped his meaning. "Hurry up, please," he urged with a grin, pulling out a
wad of cash and placing it on the table. "Do you want the money,
you
or would you rather | make a complaint?"
Trembling, she hesitated, but the sight of the cash swayed her. Slowly, she reached into the oil pot.
Watching her discomfort brought him a twisted sense of joy. Hmm. He couldn't wait for the medical conference
to kick off; meeting that lady would surely be entertaining.
On New Year's Day, Henrik and Cecelia officially becan item. Henrik was attentive, escorting her to and from
work, keeping any trouble from Liam Peyton's corner at bay. Liam Peyton, notorious for his misdeeds, was
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Liam Peyton's kids were left behind,
one a fifteen-year-old high school freshman, the other just ten, still in elementary school. Believing that children
shouldn't pay for their parent's sins, Henrik ensured they were well taken care of, with plans in place for them to
complete their education smoothly.
Cecelia, unlike the reserved Flora, thrived in lively settings and often dragged him to all sorts of places. But the
places she picked were... unique.
While other girls might choose
shopping sprees, Cecelia opted for
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amusement parks, Disney, arcades, and even enjoyed rides on merry-go-rounds and bumper cars. She laughed
about it, a little embarrassed, "I missed out on these when | was a kid. Now that | have someone to join me, I'm
all in for the fun!"
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