Serena Stanton never imagined she would encounter Adrian Shaw again in this lifetime. Unexpectedly, due to a hotel card mix-up, she opened the door and bumped into her ex-boyfriend she hadn't seen in five years.

During their school days, Serena was an ordinary girl who adhered to rules and completed her studies through financial aid. Adrian Shaw was a cold and unruly aristocrat who was never short of flattery and attention. They were worlds apart, seemingly having nothing in common. Yet, few knew they once secretly dated.

When they broke up, the situation was tense and awkward.
Years later, upon reuniting, Serena fortunately thought that someone as distinguished and admired as Adrian Shaw, heir to the Shaw Family, would not remember her among the countless people who liked him.

Until at a gala, Adrian Shaw's rival, The Second Master Grant, publicly announced, "My fiancée, Serena Stanton."
In public, he held her hand with an indifferent and genuine tone, "Miss Sterling looks familiar."
In private, within the dimly lit bedroom of a villa, Adrian Shaw held Serena's chin, his tall and imposing figure pressing her against the mirror, kissing her lips fervently:
"Shall I notify your fiancé that we're getting marriage certificates tomorrow?"

The Shaw Family and the Grant Family were arch enemies, and Serena was perceived as the Young Madam of the Grant Family. After their secret relationship was exposed, new and old grievances were stirred. Everyone expected Serena to have completely enraged Adrian Shaw and waited to see her beg in distress.

Until one day, someone witnessed the usually aloof man forcibly pull the nearly passing Serena into his embrace. Large hands gripped her slender waist as he bowed his head into the nape of her neck, his voice lingering, "Darling, hold me."

That night, the elite circle buzzed with explosive gossip: Adrian Shaw is undermining his dead rival, preparing to steal the bride!

Angela Linton fluttered her eyelashes twice and said hesitantly, "I wasn't scared, just... a bit surprised."


"It's good that you weren't scared," Kevin Sheffield said, "You're my fiancée."


Angela Linton felt like he suddenly had an epiphany, not only did he talk more, but he also started discussing topics that made one's heart race and face blush.


Just two months ago, when discussing marriage, he said she could find other men, as long as she hid it.


Kevin Sheffield closed the book, looked up directly at Angela Linton. He stood up, his tall figure blocking the sunlight, and walked over to her.


Angela Linton's heart skipped a beat, her fingers clutching the magazine curled slightly, as she calmly lifted her chin.


Kevin Sheffield did not answer immediately, but squatted down on one knee in front of her. This position restrained his usual imposing aura, his gaze level with hers.


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