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Deep into the night.
Fabian returned to Orlanda Castle. After parking, he looked up toward the second–floor
master bedroom.
The lights were already out.
Fabian stared at the darkness, then unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.
Ella came to greet him, looking surprised. “You’re back, sir? Mrs. Elkedonia just went to bed.
Would you like something to eat?”
Fabian replied casually, “Just a bowl of noodles.”
Delighted that the master had returned, the servant smiled and hurried off toward the
kitchen.
Fabian removed his coat, tossing it onto the back of the sofa. While waiting for his late–night meal, he pulled his phone to check emails, but soon found himself scrolling through his photo gallery.
The housekeeper returned with the noodles, sneaking a glance at the screen with a soft chuckle. “Mrs. Elkedonia looks even more beautiful than before.”
Fabian gave a faint smile. “Does she?”
Just as the servant was about to say something flattering, Fabian’s phone rang. Seeing Veronica’s name, he frowned as he answered, “I told you not to call unless it’s important.”
Veronica behaved as if she hadn’t understood. “You’re just afraid she’ll get upset, aren’t you?”
Fabian hung up immediately.
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The appetite he didn’t have to begin with disappeared entirely.
Exhausted, he leaned back in the chair and tilted his face up toward the light, shielding his eyes with a hand.
Silently, he wondered–How many years had it been? How long had he been holding on?
Even he couldn’t calculate precisely. He just felt tired.
On a night like this, with Chesca back home… maybe this could be it. They chould grow old and spend the rest of his life with her.
The night was enchanting.
Fabian climbed the stairs to the second floor.
The long corridor was quiet, but he could almost hear Chesca’s soft, shallow breathing.
Pushing open the bedroom door, he found the room warm as spring.
Chesca slept on her side.
She had showered and changed into a white robe, looking fresh and clean in the dim light. Her gloden hair spread across the snow–white pillow, partially covering her face. The straight nose and red lips resembled a masterpiece from the finest artist.
She was back. Now, in his bed.
Fabian’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he started unbuttoning his shirt. His clothes fell to the floor. But finally instead of fucking her, he walked directly to the bathroom and turned on
the cold water.
Early morning, Chesca awoke in Fabian’s arms.
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After a night’s rest, Fabian still looked fresh and handsome.
His dark hair fell slightly loose, less severe than usual, making him look even younger. He
wore a black robe, the thin fabric wrapping his powerful body–even just touching it
revealed the muscular form beneath.
Chesca wasn’t used to this kind of tenderness.
She carefully tried to get up, but as soon as her toes touched the floor, he pulled her back, holding her tightly against him. Her delicate face pressed against his chest, where she could
hear Fabian’s heart beating steadily.
In the winter chill, Fabian’s embrace was genuinely comfortable.
But Chesca hadn’t forgotten–no matter how perfect he looked, Fabian was still the same man she couldn’t trust. She murmured against his chest, “I need to get up.”
Fabian looked down at her, his gaze intense.
The next second, she found herself pinned beneath him, their fingers interlaced as he
kissed her passionately.
Again and again, tenderly and endlessly, time suspended as if the world outside didn’t exist.
Until a knock broke the moment.
“There’s been a call from the Manor, sir. The Master requests that you and Mrs. Elkedonia join him for dinner tonight. He says you cannot refuse.”
Fabian lay on top of Chesca, the muscles of his back powerfully defined, his whole body tense like a drawn bowstring. He answered the door with a calm voice, “Understood.”
The servant’s footsteps faded.
Silence filled the room, thick and intimate. The only sound was their breathing.
Chesca felt flustered, finally pushed him away. “Enough. I need to head to the hospital
later.”
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Fabian didn’t force the issue, but as he released her, he leaned close to her ear and asked softly.
“It’s been over three months. Don’t you miss my dick at all?”
“No, I don’t.”
She got up, quickly fixing her robe and disappearing into the walk–in closet as if she were
fleeing.
In the bathroom, Chesca splashed cold water on her face, cooling her overheated skin.
After a moment, she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
The woman in the mirror seemed like a stranger–disheveled golden hair, skin pale, lips slightly swollen from his kisses…
She reached up to touch her face: Is this really me?
Life back at Orlanda Castle wasn’t so bad, after all.
She had received the promised $50 million from Fabian, plus five percent of Leshine’s shares. Fabian’s decision had caused a massive stir within the Elkedonia family–even Jubal
and his wife couldn’t understand it.
But Fabian had weathered it all.
He treated her exceptionally well–almost too well. He hadn’t rushed to have sex with her physically, probably giving her time to adjust.
He frequently called to say he’d be home for dinner, though occasionally he’d cancel.
Chesca never asked where he went or who he was with. As they had agreed, she had returned for the money and the doctor, not to rekindle their romance.
Her grandmother’s surgery plan–was nearly finalized.
As for her business ambitions, she hadn’t given it up. She kept everything steadily moving
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forward.
A week later, the day of Mr. Richmond’s party arrived.
Fabian had an important meeting, so he arranged for Taylor to bring a styling team to Orlanda Castle to help Chesca prepare.
With the Elkedonia wealth, the team they hired naturally was top–notch.
Returning to the villa, Taylor couldn’t help but feel a bit stunned.
She never imagined Chesca would be back with the Elkedonia family so soon. And it wasn’t because Chesca begged to come back–Fabian had made a considerable effort to get her
here.
Ten percent of Leshine was an astronomical fortune, yet Chesca didn’t seem particularly thrilled about it.
The housekeeper Ella led them upstairs, chatting pleasantly along the way. “Mrs. Elkedonía is reading in the living room. These days, when she’s not at the hospital, she stays home
reading. She’s even gained a little weight–looks more radiant now.”
Taylor thought to herself: Looks like Chesca really isn’t clinging to power anymore.
Ella led them to a separate makeup room before going to invite Chesca.
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About five minutes later, Chesca arrived wearing a pale pink silk robe, her gloden hair falling loosely around her shoulders. Her face was bare of makeup yet remarkably fair and
delicate.
Taylor noticed the change in Chesca.
In just a short time, that sharp edge that had once defined her had all but vanished. Now she appeared incredibly soft, like a pampered wife.
But Taylor suspected her skillful mind remained as sharp as ever.
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Chesca smiled faintly.
With her naturally cool demeanor, her slight smile was captivating. The stylist took an
immediate liking to this elegant woman and recommended several haute couture dresses,
especially pushing a moonlight–white evening gown.
Chesca’s fingertips brushed across the options.
She settled on a beaded gown by MUSEMARRY, a rising designer label.
It was an exquisitely detailed strapless dress with a matching wrap. The three clasps were antique opal pearls, creating a look both vintage and ethereal.
The stylist was stunned.
It was perfect–the dress might have been custom–made for Mrs. Elkedonia. Only someone
as slender and elegant as her could pull off this look.
The stylist had always favored beautiful girl.
She praised Chesca’s beauty while styling her hair, weaving it into a delicate updo that exposed her slender neck. With just a light dusting of powder on her, face, she was already
stunning.
As for jewelry, the stylist suggested minimal pieces to avoid overshadowing the dress itself.
Just as Chesca was admiring herself in the mirror, the door opened from outside, followed by the sound of men’s calfskin shoes.
Each step measured and aristocratic.
Soon, Fabian’s reflection appeared in the mirror.
His dark eyes deepened as he beheld his wife. Coming up behind her, he wrapped an arm around her waist without any concern for the others present. “That outfit looks great on
you.”
