Night had fallen. Lilian sat in the living room in a silk nightgown, waiting for Harry.<\/p>\n
In her younger years, she had been a stunning southern beauty, cherished by Jerry, who spoiled her to the point where she never had to lift a finger for household chores. Later, she remarried Harry, who inherited Jerry\u2019s business empire and expanded it further. Her role as a wealthy wife was well-established, and with her meticulous self-care, she still exuded charm despite her age.<\/p>\n
The villa\u2019s main door opened as a maid let Harry in.<\/p>\n
Lilian\u2019s face lit up with joy. She rushed to greet him, helping him remove his suit jacket. \u201cHoney, why are you home so late?\u201d<\/p>\n
Unlike Jerry\u2019s honest and reserved demeanor, Harry had always been dashing and flirtatious in his youth. Now, as a CEO, he carried an air of authority that made Lilian utterly infatuated with him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI had a business dinner,\u201d Harry replied casually.<\/p>\n
As he spoke, Lilian caught a familiar scent on his suit\u2014perfume from his new secretary.<\/p>\n
Her smile faded, replaced by anger. \u201cWere you with that secretary again?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harry frowned, clearly displeased. \u201cLilian, stop being paranoid. Instead of wasting energy on this nonsense, why don\u2019t you focus on cheering Jessica up? She\u2019s upset that Dr. Ceylan refused to treat her. I\u2019m tired. I\u2019m going upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned to leave.<\/p>\n
Lilian suddenly called out, \u201cI found a way to get Dr. Ceylan to help Jessica.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harry froze mid-step and turned back, his expression immediately softening. He wrapped an arm around Lilian\u2019s shoulder. \u201cLilian, you\u2019re amazing. You never let me down. You\u2019re my treasure.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harry was a master at sweet-talking, perfectly catering to Lilian\u2019s delicate sensibilities.<\/p>\n
Lilian leaned into his embrace, her tone coquettish as she playfully scolded him, \u201cOn one condition\u2014you have to fire that secretary.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDone,\u201d Harry agreed without hesitation. \u201cI\u2019ll let her go tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then, without warning, he scooped Lilian into his arms.<\/p>\n
Her body went weak, and a blush crept up her cheeks. \u201cDidn\u2019t you just say you were tired?\u201d<\/p>\n
The silk of her nightgown shifted, revealing the lace lingerie underneath. Harry\u2019s grin turned wicked. \u201cWith you looking this irresistible, who could be tired?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lilian lightly slapped his chest. \u201cYou\u2019re terrible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harry laughed, unabashed. \u201cBut you like it, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
The next day, Wendy was in her apartment when Lilian called.<\/p>\n
Lilian\u2019s voice was unusually warm and motherly. \u201cWendy, I was wrong at the hospital. I\u2019ve prepared all your favorite dishes. Come home for dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n
In the kitchen, Cecelia poked her head out. \u201cDon\u2019t go! She\u2019s just Harry\u2019s lap dog. At her age, she\u2019s still acting like a lovesick fool. She\u2019s beyond saving.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy\u2019s tone was indifferent. \u201cI\u2019m busy.\u201d She wanted to hang up.<\/p>\n
But Lilian quickly added, \u201cWendy, your father buried a bottle of wine when you were born, meant to be opened when you grew up. I\u2019ve dug it up. Come home.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy\u2019s long lashes trembled slightly. Lilian always knew how to hit her weak spots.<\/p>\n
Soon, she arrived at the Crone family villa. Harry and Jessica weren\u2019t home, and Lilian had indeed prepared an elaborate meal. On the table sat the bottle of wine, with the words \u2018For my Wendy\u2019 clumsily written in her father\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
Wendy\u2019s father hadn\u2019t been well-educated, but was a self-made man. Unlike Harry, who had been a university graduate in his time, her father\u2019s life had been built on grit and determination.<\/p>\n
Wendy traced her fingers over the words \u2018For my Wendy\u2019 on the label. She had once had a happy childhood; her father had loved young Wendy dearly.<\/p>\n
Lilian seemed to be in high spirits, her face glowing with vitality. She opened the wine and poured two glasses, one for herself and one for Wendy.<\/p>\n
\u201cWendy, let\u2019s toast.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy glanced at her and asked coolly, \u201cHow did my father really die?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question made Lilian\u2019s hand tremble, nearly spilling her drink.<\/p>\n
She averted her gaze. \u201cWendy, he\u2026 He died of illness. I\u2019ve told you before, but you wouldn\u2019t understand. You\u2019re not a doctor!\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy chuckled coldly and emptied her glass in one go. She would find out the truth about her father\u2019s death.<\/p>\n
Setting down the empty glass, Wendy stood. \u201cI have things to do. I\u2019m leaving.\u201d<\/p>\n
As she proceeded to leave, Ted appeared.<\/p>\n
Wendy frowned. \u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ted, middle-aged and outwardly gentlemanly, scanned Wendy with a lecherous gaze. His grin was slimy and overtly suggestive.<\/p>\n
Lilian put down her drink. \u201cWendy, this is Dr. Whalen from the naturopathy center. He can convince Dr. Ceylan to treat Jessica.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wendy studied him, her lips curling into a cold smile. \u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lilian dropped the pretense of motherly affection. \u201cWendy, sleep with Dr. Whalen, and Jessica will be saved.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her mother was asking her to sleep with a man to save her half-sister\u2014so that was why she had been invited back.<\/p>\n
Wendy suddenly felt a burning heat spread through her body. Something wasn\u2019t right.<\/p>\n
She glanced at the wine bottle. Lilian had drugged it.<\/p>\n
Wendy\u2019s eyes turned red with unshed tears. Disappointment filled her gaze as she looked at Lilian.<\/p>\n
What had she done to deserve this? Why was she never loved?<\/p>\n
Lilian avoided Wendy\u2019s eyes and turned to Ted. \u201cDr. Whalen, she\u2019s all yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ted\u2019s excitement was palpable as he lunged toward Wendy. \u201cCome on, gorgeous! Let\u2019s see if you\u2019re as wild in bed as you look!\u201d<\/p>\n
Lilian left the room.<\/p>\n
The moment she was gone, Ted collapsed to the floor, unconscious from a dose of drug.<\/p>\n
However, Wendy wasn\u2019t doing well either. The drug was potent, and she felt as if she were burning from the inside out.<\/p>\n
She reached for the silver needles she always carried, only to realize they weren\u2019t on her. She must have left them at her old villa.<\/p>\n
With no other choice, Wendy rushed back to the villa. Ever since she had moved out with her suitcase, she hadn\u2019t returned. She searched the master bedroom for the needles but couldn\u2019t find them. Mathilda must have thrown them out while cleaning.<\/p>\n
The effects of the wine intensified, making her head spin. She tried to hold onto her rationality, but the heat overwhelmed her.<\/p>\n
Just then, steady footsteps echoed outside the door.<\/p>\n
Someone was back.<\/p>\n
Could it be Stanley?<\/p>\n
Wendy\u2019s eyes lit up as the door opened.<\/p>\n
A searing body flung itself into Stanley\u2019s arms.<\/p>\n
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland\u2019s breathtaking cold.<\/p>\n
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