Raelynn shook her head and smiled.
She had zero expectations or fantasies about love and marriage anymore.
Ian had helped her.
She would always be grateful.
But back then, Ian had known she would be hesitant.
He explicitly offered to sign an agreement stating that once the child turned six, Raelynn could sign papers to change Lily's last name back to Ortiz whenever she wanted. It was a guarantee that protected her rights and eased her fears as a mother.
After Lily's birthday next year, she could start the process.
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During her time off.
Raelynn went to the nursing home to visit her grandfather.
It was the best facility available, costing over seven hundred thousand a year.
Her grandfather, Arthur Ortiz, had his daughter late in life, at the age of forty.
He was now 89 years old.
He had dementia; some days he was sharp, other days he was entirely lost.
When Raelynn sat by his bed, the old man was reading a book. Hearing her, he looked up and asked warmly, "Who are you looking for, little one?"
He had forgotten her again.
Raelynn smiled. "You look just like my grandpa. Can I sit with you for a while? I miss him."
Arthur's heart instantly softened. "Of course, my dear. Have you eaten? Do you want to eat with me? I have a granddaughter about your age. Her name is Sunny..."
Raelynn tucked the blanket in around him. Her nickname was Sunny.
Even when his mind was completely clouded, he still remembered her name.
"Really? She doesn't sound very nice, never coming to visit you."
Arthur's weathered but gentle face instantly showed displeasure. He defended her quickly. "My Sunny is wonderful. She has the kindest heart—so kind that anyone could take advantage of her. I'm terrified of what will happen to her when I'm gone. Who's going to protect her?"
Raelynn's eyes pricked with tears.
Arthur's gaze grew distant for a moment. "Sunny got married. Her husband knows how wonderful she is, and he'll protect her. Right, my grandson-in-law is named Sebastian. A good name for a strong, upstanding man. Back when he married Sunny, he even got down on one knee in front of me to ask for my blessing. He earned my approval."
Asking for his blessing on bended knee.
That was news to Raelynn.
But her grandfather's memories were often tangled and confused.
It didn't sound like something Sebastian would ever do.
"Do you think they'll be happy?" she asked.
Arthur nodded with absolute certainty. "My granddaughter will absolutely be happy."
Raelynn fell silent.
Her grandfather had such high hopes for her. It was a shame she had turned her life into such a disaster.
She stayed and ate lunch with him.
Halfway through, Arthur had a moment of pure clarity.
"Raelynn, dear? Are you heading to Banyan Hill Villa for a little getaway?"
"How did you know?"
"Oh, silly girl, Banyan Hill is one of the Croix family's properties. Why on earth did you book a standard suite? Since you're going, you need to enjoy yourself. Grandma already had them upgrade you to the best suite available."
Matilda Croix hadn't entirely handed over the reins yet; she still managed several of the Croix family's assets.
Raelynn didn't bother arguing.
When she stepped into the suite, she immediately understood what "the best" meant.
It was a top-tier penthouse that easily cost over six figures a night.
It offered a sweeping, breathtaking view of the mountains and water.
It was nearly eight o'clock by the time Raelynn settled in.
She dropped her bags and went straight to the shower.
After a long soak, she wrapped a towel around herself and walked out into the room.
At that exact moment.
There was the beep of the electronic lock on the front door.
A second later, the door was pushed open from the outside.
Raelynn's hands, which were just adjusting the towel at her chest, froze.
She turned her head.
And met the deep, dark, and utterly unreadable eyes of the man standing in the doorway.

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More chapters pls........
This author is not letting her FL win. haha Such a rage bait! But I keep on reading anyway! Urgh!...