Before Gabriel killed me, he actually said many things.

But I was in too much pain then, and couldn't remember much.


The most memorable line was:

"If it weren't for you, if it weren't for your Lindells, Vivian and I could have grown old together!"

This life, without me, without the Lindell family,


I wanted to see how he and Vivian would grow old together.

In the teahouse, the fragrance of tea wafted through the air.


"There's an issue with the overseas project. Young Mr. Koster going personally is good, but..."

"Taking that secretary along—is that appropriate?"

"What's inappropriate? That secretary... Miss White and Young Mr. Koster may not be married yet, but their engagement has been announced!"

"I heard she's a business management graduate—she might actually be helpful!"

Companies never lack gossips.

"Is this the good show you mentioned?"

Young Mr. Koster was going abroad with his secretary-fiancée.

The company was abuzz with talk.

I raised my eyebrows and sipped my tea. Of course there was more.

"Elaine is such a beauty—fortunate that someone is blind," Ethan suddenly smiled.

I looked up.

He was indeed handsome, especially when he smiled—that small mole at the corner of his eye had a unique charm.

Over these months, we often had tea together. His conversation was tactful, and we got along well.

It's just...

Looking down, he was indeed very thin.

Seeing me looking at him, Ethan glanced at my teacup and leaned forward to pour me tea.

A rich man in business, yet with a scholarly air.

"So quiet today?" he glanced at me while pouring.

It wasn't that I was quiet.

I was thinking about Gabriel's words: "Ethan is a useless cripple."

"Hey." I grabbed his collar directly. "Can we... have children?"

Ethan's eyelids trembled.

He slowly put down the teapot.

He looked up, his gaze profound, the mole at the corner of his eye strikingly red.

He took my chin in his fingers.

"Wanna try?"