As Jake Brigg's private plane pierced through the clouds, the golden blush of dawn illuminated Mia Snow's glowing face.

Her clear and unblemished complexion was now glowing brightly.

Before boarding the plane, she video-called her younger sister, Sarah Snow, for 20 minutes, during which she cried for the same amount of time.

In the video, her younger sister, with her chubby little swollen hands, greeted her,

"Sis, today's injection didn't hurt. I only needed ten syringes for the medication."

Mia and her sister, who is ten years younger, rely on each other for survival. Just when they thought they were about to live a better life, her sister was diagnosed with Crohn's disease.

Unable to eat, severe ulceration of the intestines, the weight of just 70 kilograms, and even the potential of lifelong recurrence.

Mia frantically scrambled for money, but the list of medical costs kept growing.

She needed money. Lots and lots of money, for her sister to receive treatment in the best hospital.

Her sister was her lifeline.

Her heart was filled with anxiety, but she hid it well on her face.

Her eyes were red, resembling a natural layer of red eyeshadow, which made her look more charming.

Upon seeing her, Jake's eyes were practically glued to her face, like a wolf spotting its prey.

She lifted her head and curved her lips into a smile.

She had kept him hanging for so long, and now the time had arrived.

She twisted her hips and sat on his lap, her hands circling around his neck as she coyly said,

"Jake——"

To hook him, Mia had secretly spent a lot of effort.

Knowing that he liked slim-waisted, curved, and soft-flexible girls, she gritted her teeth and got certified as a yoga instructor, forcefully molding her body to the desired shape.

Jake touched her and was instantly overwhelmed.

She was the one who least cared about such playboys. For Jake, relationships were as casual as fast food.

She once dreamed of having a lifelong relationship with Kenton Ridge.

Now She understands that regardless of whether a man is handsome or very handsome, the chances of him cheating are equally high.

If he is handsome and rich, and willing to spend money on her, he would be perfect for her.

***

Jake first met Mia when he got on the wrong floor.

He gulped down a whole bottle of water and, looked around the doctor's office, raising an eyebrow, he asked.

"How can you be a dentist wearing that?"

Seeing Mia standing there stunned, he didn't realize anything was wrong and continued to question her,

"Are you a dentist or a quack who swindles people of their hard-earned money?"

She directly rated this idiot negative points in her heart, but one look at him, she knew he was the one she has been searching for, Mia removed her mask, and smiled at him.

"The dentist is on the second floor."

He was stunned with just a glance.

He had seen thousands of beauties, but she was different. On a level if her own. And he swore to make Mia his.

***

Her curved eyes, paired with her flawless complexion due to her monthly menstrual cycle, gave her a sickly beautiful charm, in his eyes there was a sense of relaxation.

After less than a week of going on a date, she changed her perception of him.

He is a loose cannon who likes to show off his wealth and, most importantly, a rich dimwit.

The Briggs family owns a private hospital called Hope Hospitals, specializing in Crohn's disease.

Her younger sister would soon be ruined by injections if they didn't take her to the specialist hospital.

She spent a lot of time researching his ex-girlfriends in secret.

From photorejuvenation and ultrasound therapy to Thermage, a procedure so painful it could kill you, She didn’t miss a single one.

A month ago, she got the last shot for the full-price cervical cancer vaccine.

Everything is ready.

At this moment, the two people on the plane were as firm as being glued by super glue.

Even though the air conditioning in the aircraft was freezing cold, Jake still broke out in a fine sweat.

She took the initiative to slide down from him after a few kisses, and smooches.

He was taken aback.

Her fingers slid down and caught the last button on his trouser above his belt.

A hook.

A tug.

A flip.

Without any pause, his dick sprang free, her lips scorchingly traced a path downwards. Bobbling her head on his hard dick.

With a guzzling sound, he felt a burning in his throat as he watched the bent-over Kayla, his eyes reddening.

"Yeah baby, darling..." he whispered.

Just as he was about to close his eyes in pleasure, there was a sudden lurch in the aircraft.

A sense of weightlessness followed.

Soon after, he felt a warmth on his leg, and his eyes flew open in surprise.

She had actually vomited.

They were both stunned.

Jake was the first to react.

On a normal day, he would have been spewing curses, but looking at her pitifully pale face, he just couldn't find the heart to do so.

Cursing at the pilot under his breath, he quickly helped up the wilted Mia and made her sit comfortably.

"Baby, feeling airsick? Come, get up," he coaxed her.

She appeared feeble, breathing hard but not saying a word on the soft seat, then suddenly with her eyes glistening with tears, stood up and started moving towards the restroom.

"My head is killing me, I need to wash my face," she whined.

Watching her hourglass figure, he was actually itching for some more action.

He had planned a thrill for her on the plane, but now it all went awry.

Fortunately, she was a beauty, everything she did seemed filtered to others' eyes.

He was still enchanted by her, so she could still play the drama queen.

Once inside the restroom, she took out a small piece of sticky tape the size of a fingernail from her pocket.

Tore off a small strip,, and pressed it firmly onto her lips, not leaving out any corners.

Without wasting a second, she sealed the tape touched by Jared's saliva inside a small velvet box.

“Done.”

She contentedly combed her hair and rinsed her mouth, then returned to her seat as if swaying in the wind.

By this time, he had already changed into a set of home clothes and was waiting.

His skin was originally fair, and the ink-blue outfit made him look so cool.

It's undeniable that he looks absolutely refined when he's quiet. She couldn't help but look at him for a good while.

Seeing the look in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel somewhat proud, and hence took even more care.

"Here darling, have some water."

He was busy fetching ice and making solicitous inquiries.

She happily accepted.

The best thing is always something you can't get.

The last time at the clinic, she was cornered by him.

Just when both of them were almost unable to endure any longer, she managed to avoid letting him have his way.

Otherwise, would he still be in such a good mood now?

When the plane landed at the New York airport, the car that he had arranged was already waiting under the escalator.

He leaned his head in from the back seat, instructing one of the his drivers to take Mia to the hotel first, and then blew her a kiss from a distance.

She smiles at him

The hotel, also owned by the Briggs family, was no different from their private residence.

The car stopped in front of the hotel lobby. After thanking the driver, she walked in.

Upon checking in, she turned around, only to bump into a sturdy embrace, her shoulder instantly seized by the figure.

She was taken aback. She looked up, her face was pale in an instant.

The person in front of her, however, was grinning, playfully and boldly greeting her.

"Long time no see."

She was utterly disgruntled.

After disappearing for six months, after being engaged for three months, Kenton Ridge was here as if has risen from the dead.

The last person she wanted to see was him.

Not just at this moment.

But in the past, the present, and the future.

A month ago, she could not wait to give him a piece of her mind. The one who promised forever was him, but also the one canoodling with a rich beauty in the hotel also him.

The one claiming to only love her was him, yet the one erotically entertained by a rich beauty behind a window was also him.

They say men become wicked when they grow rich, and Kenton is the worst of them, speeding on the highway to depravity.

She squeezed out a few words between her gritted teeth,

"Good dogs don't block the road. Scram."

"So, has Jake Briggs bewitched you? Are you being so pure and incorruptible for him?"

Before she could reply, she was forcefully dragged into the small private room next door.

Mia's 'ah' was suffocated back in her throat before she had a chance to utter it, pinned up against the wall.

Kenton looked down at her,

"What's the matter? Are you really involved with Jake?"

Unhurried and unconcerned, Mia pressed her shoulder blade against the wall, tilting her head to look at Kenton,

"Is there a problem with that?"

Kenton's eyes were unfathomably deep.

It's been over a month since they'd last seen each other. Could Mia really be this... tough?

In the past, She used to cling to him, as if she had separation anxiety.

If he didn't reply to her messages within an hour or two, she would call and send him tons of messages.

There was a time when Kenton found her annoying.

There was a time when he thought that she couldn't live without him, just as a fish couldn't survive without water.

They met in their third year of college. She belonged to the elites, while he was just a poor boy.

He was bullied by his roommates and scoffed at by his classmates for being poor.

Mia appeared in his life, like an angel.

Numerous times to save his ass, each time he was in trouble.

She was the harbinger of good tidings.

She was not only beautiful but a true goddess.

She was the legendary beauty of her school. Whether walking on the street, eating in the cafeteria, or even jogging in the sports stadium, she would attract a flock of onlookers.

But she only loved him.

She would save her limited book money to buy him large platters at the cafeteria.

She denied herself a bicycle to save money but bought him a motorbike, and not only did she never ask for gifts in return, but she also took the initiative to give him presents.

In his senior year, her father passed away.

He can still recall her crumpling into his embrace and weeping a river,

"I only have you now."

He had no choice but to kiss her time and again, holding her even tighter in the drafty room they rented together.

On the day of his engagement to Miss Moneybags, Mia was drenched to the bone.

And there Kent stood, by the window in the hotel, his heart aching as though being torn apart.

Yet, he had no other option.

After graduation, he decided to change cities with some of his juniors, making waves within just a year.

But in reality, his company was robust on the outside and weak on the inside, and teetering on the brink of a cash flow crisis.

That's when Miss Moneybags appeared.

The same old drama reenacted itself, showing him that you don't feel the pain until you get the blow.

He desperately needed the money, but he also needed to provide for his staff.

However, Miss Moneybag's bodyguards were lurking all around the engagement hotel. Any issues would dissipate this alliance of convenience into thin air,

It first started with delivering a charging cable at 11 PM, to miss money bag, which was his biggest investor at the time,

Although Mia was scared he would lose her investment, if he didn't go but she still couldn't bring herself to let him go at that time,

"Dare to go, and I'll eat you alive." That was Mia’s response. Until he decided to take his destiny by the balls.

***

"Are you serious? Are you really seeing Jake"

"At least he reports to me wherever he goes, he doesn't intentionally go missing, or frolicking around with miss moneybags."

But she had no mood to bicker with him.

"I've answered the question you've asked. I can leave now, right?"

Kenton laughed.

"Are you sincere about this? Okay, then tell me where he is now?"

She was confident.she was about answering him when he suddenly said.

"His car is right next to mine."

Kenton smirked, an enigmatic look on his face.

He turned on his mobile phone screen and shoved it under her nose.

"So you didn't feed him? Look at how anxious you've made him."

In the video, the expressions of Jake and the flight attendant were clearly visible.

Jake was looking up,

his eyes filled with dazzling infatuation.

She finished reading silently with her head bowed, then locked the screen and handed the phone back to Kenton.

"I've seen it all. Can you let go of me now?"

"Mia, aren't you angry?"

Kenton was slightly surprised.

He examined her upturned face closely, searching for traces of jealousy, anger, or disappointment.

Strange, there was none.

He had covertly followed his car, trailing behind him, suddenly appearing before her, just to see if this woman would cry, cling to him, scream in surprise.

If she would return to his arms, forgive him for hurting her heart.

But none of this happened. She was calm, looking at him almost like a stranger on the street.

He had even prepared for an argument with her, using Jake as a weapon to provoke her.

So, to prove to her that Jake was not worth it, Kenton deliberately took a video of Jake's illicit affair.

Hoping to see her frustrated, wanting her to understand that all men are the same, hoping she would understand his predicament.

Yet, she remained unmoved.

"What's there to get mad about? The more women he sleeps with, the more guilt he feels, and the more zeros he adds to the cheque he gives me."

Kenton took a deep breath to force himself back to reality, the refreshing scent of the aftershave forcefully entering her nose.

"Mia, listen to me, I know your sister needs money."

"But I am well aware of the Briggs family; Jake is nothing but the heir on paper; all the big money is in his dad's pocket."

"The money he can give you is, at most, a six-figure amount, his promise to take your sister to Hope Hospital is nothing more than a false cheque."

Kenton hesitated for a while but decided to blurt out the words stuck in his chest, though somewhat nonsensical,

"Moreover, you didn't go after money in the past."

She found it amusing inside. What else should she be after at this stage if not money? Love? Please.

Love is so elusive, for her right now, she must hold on tight to whatever can save her sister's life.

"Kenton, I want both love and money."

His expression paused, his tone began to soften,

"I know you're mad at me. But the two things you want, Jake can't provide either. Why bother with him?"

"And besides your sister, do you know how many prominent officials and nobilities are lining up to get into Hope Hospital?"

The following line, Kenton thought about it, but he didn't have the heart to say it:

"Who do you think you are, Mia that everyone has to help you out?"

She smiled,

"Do I remember correctly, your family made a living selling breakfast?"

Kenton’s family ran a small cafe, selling coffee and some pastries.

Upon hearing this, rather than getting angry, he laughed.

"Your sister is my dear friend, Leave this matter to me, I'll surely help you sort it out, even the money, and the hospital - you don't have to worry about all these."

This statement completely shattered Mia's last ounce of patience.

She couldn't stand the way he always assumed responsibility for everything. While people change their minds easily, he was like a chameleon.

"Kenton, let go. I have to leave."

If she didn't leave, the driver from the Briggs family would probably come looking.

But how could he possibly let go so easily,

"My car is outside. Come with me. Mia"

Upon hearing this, She couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.

"Mia?"

A man's voice echoed from the door.

She suddenly felt a jolt in her heart.

Jake was back, that was fast.

However, it was still better not to offend him at this moment. Keeping him might be of great use.

With a malevolent laugh, Kenton, seizing the opportunity, leaned in close to her, whispering into her ear,

“Mia, what if I were to expose your dress to him right now? Would Jared still help you, do you think?"

He immediately regretted his words after they left his mouth.

Because he saw her eyes rimmed with red, her nose flushing, looking like a pitiful little bunny.

Trapped in the corner by him, she was unable to escape.

Irritated and anxious, she pressed her back against the cold wall as he showed no intention of letting her go.

Somehow, she was reminded of her sister, whose condition had worsened to the point she could no longer speak.

All of her hands had turned blue from the multiple IV punctures, leaving the nurse with no choice but to insert the needle in her forehead.

Every time she visited, her sister, whose hands trembled so much she could hardly hold a cup, would insist on handing her a glass of milk,

"Sis, you're working too hard. Drink more and replenish your strength."

Each time she reluctantly left the hospital room, her sister’s longing gaze followed her.

She once saw her little sister being rushed by a haughty nurse to sign medical documents, her small face turning all red while she had to force out a pleasing smile.

It seemed that only Jake could help her now, yet Kenton would ruin it all. Her eyes brimmed with tears without reason.

In the next second, tears fell down her cheeks, her shoulders slightly trembling.

Kenton was taken aback when he saw her state, melting with sympathy. He immediately let go of her arms, sighed softly, and encircled her closer into his arms. He held her tighter, "Mia I can help you. I will help you break off things with him."

In raising her eyes to see Kenton's hand about to open the door, her eyes turned frosty. With one swift move, she tore off the shoulder straps of her dress with a teeth-gritted 'rip' sound, following that quickly messed up her tidy hair. She acted coldly towards the stupefied Kenton,

"Kenton, if I called you out for harassment the moment I opened the door, would your fiancée still want to marry you crying and pleading? Would you still secure your investment funds?

There would be more like Jake Briggs, but can your company still prosper and allow you to live your privileged life as the boss?"

Mia's sudden move gave him a sudden fright. Subconsciously he reached out to cover up the exposed part where the strap had ripped off.

To his surprise, Mia extended her arm to create some space and took a step back, whispering,

"Hide behind the door, and stay silent."

At this point, what could Kenton possibly say? He could only sullenly nod in agreement.

She swiftly tied a knot in her strap before stepping out the door.

"Mia, what are you doing here?"

Though a door separated them, Kenton could catch the sound of Jake's surprised delight. He bit his lip to keep him from reacting.

She softly replied,

"Mmm, I still feel a bit nauseous from the flight so I went to the restroom."

The voices faded as the two of them walked away.

Kenton lingered in shock within the room.

He could still smell the floral scent in Mia's hair; he could still feel the softness of her waist in his hands.

For a moment, he was lost in thought.

She wasn't that kitten from his past anymore.

Meanwhile, she was helped by Jake into a hotel suite.

As frail and delicate as ever, she was blissfully carried in Jake's arms while he leaned forward, planting soft kisses on her ears.

"Baby, what would you like to eat later? I'll let the kitchen know so they can prepare it in advance."

"Mmm, I'll just have a salad."

Leaning over, he pinched her arm sympathetically.

"You're too thin. As your husband to be, I need to make sure you eat properly."

This hotel is nestled near the beach, with the sound of the ocean waves echoing, The scenery is lush, and beautiful.

Mia's mood inexplicably improved, momentarily forgetting about Kenton.

Leaning casually on the living room sofa, Jake couldn't help but curve his lips upward as he watched her moving back and forth between the front and backyards.

She was beautiful, gentle, and well-educated.

Despite hearing various unfortunate stories as a psychologist, she still maintained her calm and gentle demeanor.

Jared learned a new term - strong core, from Kayla.

In a nutshell, she was a girl easy to please, beautiful to look at, wise but not worldly.

If it wasn't for the vast difference in their family backgrounds, she would perfectly fit the criteria his parents were looking for in a daughter-in-law.

What a pity.

Thinking about this made him feel like a melancholic.

In the past, his relationship with his girlfriends never lasted longer than a month; the shortest only lasted a day.

However, he has been with her for three months already.

She took a deep breath of fresh air from the smell of the ocean and felt extremely refreshed.

Suddenly, her phone that was tucked in her pocket rang, displaying an unknown number.

The last three digits were 987.

Upon seeing the numbers, her face changed, but she subtly silenced her phone and returned to her room without drawing any attention.

"Jake, I'm a bit sleepy, I want to take a little rest."

Jared quickly and considerately escorted her to the bedroom. Unexpectedly, he had already prepared a cup of warm milk for her.

"Good girl, take a nap. I will take you for a drive later tonight."

As he closed the door, she snuggled in the blanket and dialed back the unknown number,

"Hello, Mrs. Briggs."

The voice of Mrs. Briggs was cold and emotionless.

"Where is it?"

"It's with me."

She answered softly.

Logically, when Kenton wrapped his arms around her waist just now, he should have felt it, but it seemed he didn't notice.

Mrs Briggs seemed quite satisfied and hummed in agreement,

"In two hours, someone will come to pick up the package."

Mia, knowing the other person couldn't see her, still nodded silently.

A click on the other end of the line signaled the call was hung up.

She was truly tired, but she dared not fall into a deep sleep.

She could only clenched the little box in her fist and placed it under her pillow.

She had just closed her eyes in a daze, and not long after, she felt something was wrong, the wind on her face.

Subconsciously, she gripped the little box even tighter.

The bedroom door creaked open.

Someone sneaked in and even climbed onto the bed.

"Kenton."

It was Jake.

"Are you feeling better now?"

He extended his hand to wrap around her waist.

"How does that feel, are you more comfortable now?"

She could only loosen her grip on the box and place her hand on top of his.

Having expended some energy on the plane, he was rather docile at this moment.

"It's nice," she replied.

"When can my sister move in, Jake?"

She strained to keep her voice steady as she awaited an answer.

"Don't worry, at the most, half a month."

As he said these words, he felt a pang of guilt, causing him to loosen his hold slightly.

She noticed, but she still snuggled against his arm like a kitten, rubbing her face against it.

"Yes, I know you will help me, right? As soon as possible?"

Her final question was tinged with a hint of tremor, crisp and vulnerable.

The innocent girlish charm left him momentarily dazed.

He, the proclaimed Casanova who prided himself on being astute with women, struggled to label her intentional doe-eyed sweetness as a characteristic of a scheming woman.

All he could do was to sigh quietly in his heart, and then tightened his arm which was placed around her waist.

"Don't worry, go back to sleep," she said quietly, her words were barely above a whisper, concealing her uneasy thoughts.

Only when she detected the rhythmic, deep snores coming from behind her did she dare to relax, her tightly clenched fist softly opening.

With the utmost care to not disturb her bedmate, she reached under her pillow and retrieved a small box.

And in a fraction of a second, the snoring from him stopped abruptly.

“Mia, what's that?" His voice was alarmingly alert, completely devoid of any traces of sleepiness.

Her heart sank.

She could feel her breath on the back of her neck, causing her skin to bristle with goosebumps.

"Um... I need to use the restroom," she muttered in a soft voice, quickly stashing the small box in the collar of her dress.

But far too conveniently, he leaned in from behind, his hand wandering upwards.

"How about we wait to... shower together?" He proposed with a teasing undertone.

She knew what was on his mind, but as a therapist who charges by the hour, she was particularly sensitive to time.

And she had less than half an hour before she needed to pick up a package that Jake's

assistant had arranged.

"Please, Jake... not now," She gently coaxed him, hoping he would relent.

She was frowning, increasingly unable to dodge him whose actions were getting more and more unrestrained.

She was extremely anxious.

At this moment, she wished to turn around and apply a little pressure on his pulse points, putting him straight to sleep. Like she had learned in her past.

However, her resistance only made him act more urgently.

"We’re already on the same bed, how can I let you go? Mia, you just give…”

Mia felt his hand almost invade her shirt. She could only grit her teeth, turn around, hug his neck, and coax him with a sweet voice.

"Jake, wait for me a bit longer, it will be quick."

"No way."

Jared imposingly pressed on her without hesitation.

Having no other option, she decided to go through with her plan.

Mia's hand slowly reached out to knock him out, but her hands were instantly seized by him.

"No need to do that"

She took a deep breath.

Just as she was preparing to argue with him, the room door was suddenly banged loudly.

"Boss! The police are here! They said you've kidnapped someone!"

Jake was stunned momentarily, a moment of looseness in his grip.

She took the chance to break free, conveniently slipping a small box from her collar back under the pillow.

She was dumbfounded.

How did all these rescuers suddenly appear?

But the timing of their arrival was indeed ill-fated.