Devon's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and said to Chloe, "It's Laurence. He must've seen your post. I bet he's calling to complain that I finished knitting the sweater before he did."Chloe smiled. "Go ahead and take the call. I'll work for a while.""Sure."Devon sat on the sofa before answering Laurence's call.Chloe could not hear what Laurence said on the phone, nor was she curious. She had work to finish.She wanted to clear enough time over the next couple of days to go to the City Hall with Devon and register their marriage.She was not acting on impulse.She and Devon had grown up together. They had been childhood sweethearts, and Devon loved her deeply. Her feelings for him were just as strong.Their families knew each other inside out, and they were well matched in every way. The marriage was always a matter of when, not if.She and Devon were both twenty-eight this year, which was a suitable age to get married.They could register their marriage and then

"If you like it, I'll make you fresh juice every day."Chloe gave him a look. "Don't you have work to do? You want to come all the way here every day just to make juice for me? If I want some, I can just ask my secretary to prepare it.""I'm efficient at work. I can always make a little time for this. It's no trouble at all. Squeezing a glass of juice doesn't take long. How about this? From now on, you don't have to eat breakfast at home. I'll bring breakfast over and make you some fresh juice while I'm at it."Devon was one of the best cooks among his peers. He had learned to cook because he genuinely enjoyed it. Like Zachary, he had loved cooking since he was little. In addition, he wanted to win Chloe over through her stomach.Chloe was not a fussy eater like Isabella, who would barely eat unless prepared by the family chef. However, she did have her preferences.Growing up, Devon would often see his parents and others cook for the people they loved. He believed that preparing

At the Longbottom estate in Havenmill, Tony and his family were packing up their belongings. They were moving out of the house they had stayed in for thirty years. His grandchildren had all been born here, but no matter how long they had stayed, it was not truly their home.Around evening, several cars drove into the estate and stopped at the entrance of the main residence.Gideon, the butler, came out, assuming they were visitors. Ever since Laurence reclaimed his place as head of the family, the number of visitors had dwindled considerably. After all, Tony was no longer the acting head of the Longbottom family. Although Laurence appeared to treat the elders with great respect, it was all just for show.Noelle got out of one of the cars. The moment Gideon saw the cool, striking woman, he knew Laurence had arrived. He immediately plastered a broad smile on his face and hurried down the steps, approaching the car Laurence was in.He bent forward to open the door for Laurence, but

Roxy snapped out of her thoughts and quickly lowered her head, but everyone in the room had already seen the hateful way she had been glaring at Noelle.Tony shot her a fierce look. "Roxy, apologize to Mr. Laurence and Ms. Noelle."Roxy jerked her head up and stared at her grandfather in disbelief. "Apologize? All I did was look at her for a couple of minutes. Why should I apologize?"She was a lady of the Longbottom family, but who was Noelle? Noelle was just Laurence's bodyguard, and an orphan at that. Even her surname had been given to her by Laurence.Laurence's voice turned cold. "You weren't just looking at her. You were glaring at her with such venom that everyone here could see you wanted her dead."I know you and Noelle had plenty of conflicts in the past, a history of bad blood, so it's understandable that you resent her. However, Noelle is my fiancée now, and I'm the family head. No matter how much you hate her, don't let me see you acting that way."It irritates me wh

Tony said apologetically, "It's our fault that you have to stay at one of the secondary residences for now. Fortunately, it's not too far from the company, so it should still be convenient. We'll move out as soon as possible."Laurence nodded. "As long as you're out by the deadline I’ve given you, that's fine. Just be careful with the items that belong to the estate. Don't damage anything."Tony replied quickly, "Of course. We've been very careful. We wouldn't dare touch any of the original ornaments carelessly.""Every item is listed in the inventory. I'll check them one by one when the time comes, and I'll have experts authenticate them too. That way, we can make sure your descendants haven't gotten greedy and switched any of the genuine pieces for fakes."The expressions on Tony and his family's faces turned sour.They had indeed done that, and not just recently. Ever since they moved into the estate, they had gradually bought fake antiques to replace the genuine ones. They did