Lianne Lianne's father was a chauffeur for the top conglomerate, the Sinclair Family.
On the day her father died in the line of duty, amidst a torrential downpour, Ethan Sinclair walked toward her, his deep, magnetic voice saying:
"Come with me."
He took her under his wing, protecting her for nine years.
Hearing that Ethan Sinclair nearly had a falling out with his family over his one true love, Lianne, well aware that his heart wasn't hers, chose to make a graceful exit.
Unexpectedly, under the lingering moonlight, she spent a tangled night with someone.
The next day at noon, she opened her eyes to find his own younger brother, Seth Sinclair, beside her.
Lianne Lianne sincerely suggested, "You had your fun last night too. Why don't we just part ways amicably?"
"Not done having fun. Can't part." The man had a towel tied loosely around his waist. Droplets of water from his damp bangs trickled down, gliding past his collarbone and disappearing into the towel, exuding a natural sexiness.
The corner of his lip curled into a lazy smile. "Take responsibility for me, Lianne."

Later,
At a certain banquet, Lianne felt unwell and left early.
When Ethan Sinclair heard about it, he hastily left his seat and knocked on the door of the lounge.
But inside, Seth Sinclair had forcefully wrapped his arms around Lianne's waist, pressing her flush against the door, and lowered his head to scorch her lips with a kiss, his voice deep and raspy, "Tell him to get lost."
**
Seth Sinclair was notoriously reckless and devil-may-care.
Everyone thought he was just playing the field, a way to pass the time and ease his loneliness.
Until one night in Kian, a rumor spread like wildfire through their social circle: Seth Sinclair had personally written a love letter to Lianne.
The scions of high society all rushed to debunk it: "Fake! Impossible! It's definitely a forgery!"
How could the powerful and distinguished second young master of the Sinclair family possibly lower himself like that?
The next day, during a media interview, a reporter asked for confirmation.
The man corrected them with a lazy smile, "Two letters. One love letter, and one marriage certificate."

Inside the vast, magnificent dining room.


The three of them sat at the table for breakfast. Adhering to the custom of not speaking while eating, no one said a word.


Lianne Lianne glanced out of the corner of her eye at Seth Sinclair on her left, then at Ethan Sinclair on her right, and a sense of unreality washed over her.


'How did I end up having breakfast with them?'


The two Sinclair brothers, born noble and aloof, silently radiated an intimidating and oppressive aura.


The chef brought out a light seafood congee, respectfully ladled a bowl for each of them, and began explaining the ingredients and their health benefits, citing ancient herbal remedies and principles of traditional medicine... Lianne Lianne was preoccupied and didn't absorb any of it.


Ethan Sinclair motioned for the chef to give the first bowl to Lianne Lianne, then said to her, "Yesterday's meal was quite rich. A lighter diet today will be better for digestion."


Chapter 139 - Chapter 139: My First Love