Christopher’s lips curled into a graceful smile as he savored his tea. He exuded the air of a


    sophisticated young aristocrat in the modern world. The two of them chatted as they caught up with


    each other.


    Be learned that Christopher had dedicated himself to looking after his mother during her recovery in


    Sentania. His mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, which led to a gradual decline in her ability to


    take care of herself. Despite having numerous opportunities to return to Savrow, he remained in


    Sentania to care for his mother and develop his career.


    She remembered that the Iverson family dynamics were quite intricate. The Iverson family included four


    children, among them Christopher, who had two older brothers and one older sister. The trio shared the


    same mother. On the other hand, Christopher was the child of the second wife, introducing an


    additionalyer ofplexity to the family structure.


    Be had limited knowledge about Mrs. Iverson. Even though their families were once close when she


    was a child and she had visited the Iverson estate, she still had no impression of thatdy.


    Be asked again, “Why did you suddenlye back this year?”


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    “Home is where the heart is. After all, I am a son of the Iverson family. I wanted toe back and


    reim a part of what belongs to me,” Christopher said, lowering his eyes. He yed with the delicate


    teacup with his slender fingertips.


    Be nodded slightly, understanding his meaning.


    Children born into wealthy and prestigious families were often caught in a power struggle. Those who


    did not navigate the power struggle were exploited and ultimately ended up with little to show for their


    privileged backgrounds. After all, a close-knit and happy prestigious family, like the Thompsons, were


    rare.


    Christopher suddenly asked with a smile, “There’s still some time before dinner. What would you like to


    do?”


    “Huh?” Caught off guard by the sudden suggestion, Be was momentarily stunned.


    Christopher continued, “I can take you to see the roses under the sunset.” He leaned towards her


    slowly, sincerity evident in his eyes. “I have a private rose garden, and we are having a public exhibition


    today. Let’s go enjoy the flowers together.”


    ‘Roses?’ Be’s heart fluttered, and her eyes sparkled. Roses were her favorite flowers. She personally


    maintained a small rose garden in Yara Park’s backyard. She had not taken care of it herself in the past


    few years. M and the others had taken turns looking after it.


    She readily agreed, without hesitation. “Sure! Let’s go for a stroll.”


    On the way to the Rose Manor, Be sat in Christopher’s luxurious Bentley. Given their parents private


    friendship and longstanding acquaintance, going in separate cars and meeting at the destination felt


    superfluous.


    The Bentley glided smoothly ahead, closely trailed by Steven. Steven gripped the steering wheel


    tightly.


    Be had just gotten rid of Ryan. Now, Christopher popped out of nowhere. It was evident that


    Christopher radiated a higher level of sophistication than the flirtatious Ryan.


    In the past, Christopher had discreetly followed Be to her neighborhood. This time, he had somehow


    reced Be’s blind date to meet her.


    It showed how scheming this man was.


    Steven took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering on the Bentley ahead. Having witnessed how much


    Jerkface Justin had hurt Be, Steven swore not to let any man harm her again. He was determined to


    do everything within his means to protect her.


    The Bentley’s atmosphere was pleasant.


    Be had removed her disguise and had not bothered to wear makeup. Instead, she showcased her


    natural beauty. Her long, flowing hair was loosely tied into a simple bun with a hairpin, dismissing any


    concerns about maintaining the image of a wealthy youngdy.


    Christopher remainedposed while stealing a nce at her from the corner of his eye. Her radiant,


    wless face exuded natural beauty and calmness.


    He steadied his tumultuous thoughts and asked softly, “Do you remember what you called me the first


    time you saw me that night?”


    “Huh?” Be blinked, feeling a bit dazed. “I… Really don’t remember.”


    Christopher whispered, “You called me


    ‘Critter’.”


    This man either left Be embarrassed or at a loss for words.


    Christopher exined, “My dad used to scold me that way when he disciplined me. You overheard it


    one day and started teasing me like that.”


    “We all said the dumbest things when we were kids… I apologize for my childish and rude behavior


    back then,” Be muttered, feeling embarrassed. A hint of blush appeared on her


    cheeks.


    Christopher said with a yful smile, “It’s okay. If you want to call me that now, you can.”


    “Oh


    my… What am I? Twelve?” Be muttered under her breath, feeling a bit awkward. She waved and


    said, “Let’s just stick to calling you Christopher. We’re not kids anymore. Besides, you’re a man of


    status and have a reputation to uphold. I can’t be disrespectful.”


    Christopher smiled gently as he leaned slightly closer to her. His gentle voice was infused with


    tenderness as he said, “Sure, whatever makes you happy.”