Chapter 3

But she was extremely stubborn. She brought me concern every morning and night and even quietly came to see me.

Later, she even burned her hand while making me a warm breakfast.

This was seen by people at the company, who all believed that this workaholic had finally gained success.

I explained this many times right in front of her.

But she did not give up; instead, she grew even more active. She delivered food even more carefully each day.

Seeing that my clothes were torn, she bought several suits using many months' pay. She even avoided speaking to any other men for my sake. And she told me she would work as hard as possible to reach my level.

Not long later, she opened her own company.

But she knew almost nothing about business, so she quickly went bankrupt and fell deeply into debt.

Seeing her crying face, I remembered all the care and kindness she had shown me day and night and everything she had done for me.

In the end, I could not hold out. So, I quit my former job and joined her company to support her.

During that period, she became my assistant.

When I worked late into the night, she brought me tea and water, her eyes dark under tired brows.

When I went to meet clients, she rushed around handling contracts.

When I caught a cold, she stayed beside me and did not leave.

I saw she felt bored, so I took her on a trip. During the trip, I was half a head taller than her, so I could block the wind for her. She also researched food and often cooked using whatever ingredients she could find.

Without noticing it, our feelings for one another slowly grew stronger.

Once, while entertaining clients, we both drank too much and I had sex with her.

She cried and said to me, "Zayden, I am yours. I will stay with you for my whole life. Please don't ignore my feelings anymore, okay?"

At that time, I finally understood how deeply I loved her.

All the feelings I had held inside finally came out. I hugged her and softly said, "Okay."

The company grew well.

Until the day of the public listing, we chose our wedding day.

At that time, a trainee, Zekeiah Stormvale, entered the company.

When Azalea talked about him to me, I thought it was only casual talk.

Without my knowing, Azalea’s travel partner on her page had changed to Zekeiah.

Then, one month later, on the night before their engagement, I discovered the two of them tangled together in a hotel room.

Azalea simply got dressed, smelling strongly of alcohol and spoke calmly to me, "I once looked up to you, but that respect is gone now."

"You have no appeal outside of your job. I am worn out by you."

At that time, I felt scared.

I punished myself the whole night.

Until the next day, when she was clear-headed again, she lightly explained that it was only drunk talk and the engagement would still move forward.

At that time, I clearly knew that her feelings for me had weakened, but she could not bring herself to release all the years she had put in, while my love for her was at its strongest. I chose to forgive her.

During that period, I kept it hidden from my mother.

She was still wrapped in the happiness of my coming wedding and came to my company to meet her future daughter-in-law.

Before she even met Azalea, Zekeiah knocked my mother to the ground in the company hall and shamed her.

The shock caused my mother to suffer a heart attack.

I instantly dropped my clients and rushed to the hospital.

By that time, Azalea had already arrived together with Zekeiah.

I grabbed Zekeiah by the collar, but Azalea pushed me away, blocking Zekeiah behind her.

"Zekeiah has already said sorry. He did not know she was your mother. What more do you want?"

"If you keep making trouble, the wedding will be called off!"

At that moment, I paused.

My mother saw my awkward state and advised, "It is only a misunderstanding. Don't cause a scene."