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dealings with the Winston Group knows her. Many people secretly send her gifts, hoping to build a connection with the Winstons.”
The Winstons were old money in Trensea. From Martin’s generation until now, their network of influence could not be replaced. New tycoons like Conrad, who had risen with the tides of the times, could not even find a way to send gifts to them.
Naturally, many people wanted to curry favor with the Winstons.
Ayla had always known Troy liked Skyla, but it had been only a vague concept.
This past week, she had felt, through countless details, how deeply Troy cared for Skyla.
And she had been shocked that the cold and distant Troy, who had treated her like a block of ice, was capable of loving someone to such an extent.
Once a person witnessed love like that with their own eyes, they would never narcissistically ask, “Why don’t you love me?” or “What must I do for you to look at me
With feelings that deep, no one could insert themselves into the space between them.
Ayla’s past efforts to warm Troy’s heart had indeed been nothing more than wishful thinking.
She admitted defeat, even if the truth made her feel hurt, sore, and bitter. At least it forced her to see reality and stopped her from being foolish.
Yet she could not help feeling confused. If Troy loved Skyla that much, why had he married her three years ago?
If he did not love her, he could have simply refused.
Troy was not the type to bow under pressure. Even if Martin had forced him, he should have been able to resist.
Sacha glanced toward Blake’s office, made sure it was safe, and then continued to slack off. “But one thing I’m very certain of. Troy is extremely handsome, but he still cannot compare to our CEO.”
Ayla returned from her thoughts and teased, “Your husband will get jealous.”
“He won’t know if you don’t tell him.”
Of course, Sacha trusted Ayla not to expose her. She continued sighing, “Their father’s genes are truly excellent.”
Indeed, Eric had won the favor of a high–society lady in Zheron. His looks had played a crucial role.
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After work, Ayla had dinner at the mall, then went to M and bought a 40,000–dollar cup shaped like a star.
After returning home, she set up a temporary desk at her doorway.
Around nine in the evening, she heard the elevator door open outside.
Half an hour later, Ayla knocked on her neighbor’s door holding the M.L. cup she had just purchaseds
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One minute passed.
Ayla rang the doorbell again.
Another 30 seconds passed before the door finally opened.
“Mr. Draven…”
Ayla’s voice stopped abruptly.
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Draven wore a grey–white robe, the front open in a V–shape, revealing a stretch of collarbone and a portion of his chest covered in muscle.
His hair was dripping wet, water tracing down his cool, pale skin. His pupils were icy, making him look like a sculpture carved from ice.
She regretted it immediately.
She should have waited another hour before knocking.
Draven glanced at the woman’s openly wandering gaze, and in that moment, he found himself agreeing with James’s earlier words.
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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’s breathtaking cold.

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