Matthew instinctively nced at his phone and froze.
A notification for a 100–thousand–dor transfer appeared on his screen, apanied by a simple yet powerful message [Don’t give up. Keep moving forward. There’s always <b>a </b>silver lining.]
Matthew blinked, trying to determine if it was just an illusion, but before he could process it, tears streamed down his face.
The tall 6 feet 1 inch teenager suddenly covered his face. His entire body was trembling as he sobbed uncontrobly. Down below, someone with sharp eyes noticed him and shouted, “Someone’s going to <b>jump </b>off the building! Call for help! Call the police!”
The sound of sirens quickly followed. A safety air cushion was swiftly set up, and firefighters, along with worried onlookers, rushed to the rooftop. They looked at him with concern and urgency, pleading, “Kid,e here! Don’t do anything stupid!”
Seeing the genuine worry and anxiety on the faces of strangers who didn’t even know him, Matthew felt his chest tighten. Tears poured down <b>agai </b>
He had once thought the world was cold and unfeeling, but at this moment, he finally understood that as long as you keep moving forward, there’s always a silver lining-
Tiffany had just put down her phone when Caleb called.
“Boss, I want to apologize to you,” Caleb said nervously.
Tiffany had told him not to reveal her identity, but he had spilled the truth in a moment of anger. He wasn’t sure if Tiffany would be disappointed in him.
Caleb’s voice trembled with unease..
Tiffany raised an eyebrow and replied casually, “It’s fine.”
With StarRise Entertainment’s rapid growth, the public’s attention was increasing. Even if her identity hadn’t been revealed that day, it was only a matter of time before someone figured it out.
Initially, Tiffany kept her identity hidden to avoid unnecessary trouble. But now that StarRise Entertainment had firmly established itself in the industry, even if trouble came knocking, she had the power to handle it with ease.
Since that was the case, she felt that there was no point in keeping it a secret any longer.
Caleb breathed <b>a </b>sigh of relief and said, “Thank you, boss.”
After <b>that</b>, Tiffany hung up the call.
Looking back at her meal, she realized the dishes had gone cold.
“Oops.” Something suddenly struck her.
Because of the public uproar, <b>she </b>had unintentionally left Richard hanging for two hours.
Feeling <b>guilty</b>, Tiffany looked up, expecting him to be upset. She was already thinking of ways to pacify him. To her surprise, she found him calm andposed. His handsome face was serene, and his deep eyes exuded both elegance and patience without a hint of annoyance.
TG
Richard <b>simply </b>asked, “All sorted out?”
Tiffany nodded.
11
Public opinion worked like this. Take the baseless rumors about her for instance, there were too many people attacking her. so the majority just followed the crowd.
They didn’t care to uncover the truth, preferring to criticize what they saw on the surface with a sense of sadism. But once the <b>negative </b>voices disappeared, the tide naturally shifted.
Truth and lies intertwined, and no one really cared to dig deeper
any case, Tiffany had a <b>clear </b>conscience.
She nced at the cold food and yfully shook Richard’s arm, “Sorry for ignoring you just now.”
Richard tapped her nose affectionately and teased, “You haven’t eaten enough yet, have you?”
After saying that, he gestured for the waiter to clear the table and serve fresh dishes.
This time, Tiffany <b>put </b>her phone <b>aside </b>and focused on her meal
To make up for ignoring Richard and as a small gesture of thanks for him peeling shrimp for her, Tiffany coughed lightly and said, “Are you heading back to the office after dinner? I want to give you something.”
“Nope, Richard replied decisively.
The following day was their wedding. He reckoned work could wait, and he had spent thest few days working tirelessly just to free up time to be with her.
Besides, he wasn’t <b>about </b>to miss the opportunity to receive a gift
“What are you nning to give me?” Richard asked, intrigued.
Tiffany smiled mysteriously <b>and </b>said, “You’ll find out soon.
After dinner, the two of them left the restaurant hand in hand.
By the time they got back in the car, it was already ten past two in the afternoon. Tiffany told John to head to <b>Luna </b>Vi.
John followed her instructions, and within ten minutes, the car came to <b>a </b>stop. A grand vi stood before them, its presencemanding yet serene.
Lucifer <b>came </b>bounding over, wagging its tail like <b>an </b>overgrown puppy. It rolled on the ground twice, acting adorably and seeking attention, leaving the two amused and amazed.
Tiffany casually tossed the tiger two spirit herbs before pulling Richard inside the vi.
As they entered, the servants exchanged nces <b>and </b>immediately left, clearing out the entire ce. In no time, the vi was empty except for Tiffany and Richard.
Tiffany didn’t <b>care </b>too much and led Richard to her art studio on the <b>second </b>floor.
At the center of the <b>studio </b>stood an easel, which was covered by a gray dust cover. Richard raised an eyebrow and asked jokingly, “Is this the gift you were talking about?” “That’s right!” ‘Tiffany nodded and urged, “Go on Uncover it and see if you like it.”
“If it’s something my wife put her heart into, of course, I’ll love it Smiling, Richard walked forward and pulled off the dust
<b>Cover </b>
It <b>was a </b>painting.
The person <b>in </b>the painting was him, rendered so vividly that it seemed almost lifelike. The expression in his eyes, the strands of his hair, the folds of his clothes, and the background were crafted with astonishing precision.
Behind the man in the painting stood a young woman bathed in <b>sunlight</b>, her lips curved into a gentle smile as she gazed at him with adoration.
Richard froze for a moment. He <b>was </b><b>a </b>little dazed and a little overwhelmed.
Tiffany wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. Her face turned red as she whispered, “This painting is my second<b>. </b><b>love </b>letter to you. Do you like it?” Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.
In the painting, the two figures smiled at each other. Their shadows merged under the nting sunlight, representing a promise of unwavering love <b>that </bsts forever.
Through this painting, she expressed her love. Through this painting, sheid her heart bare for him.
Richard’s voice was a little hoarse as he asked, “How long did it take you to paint this<b>?” </b>
Even though Tiffany was <b>a </b>skilled artist, admired even by Philip, who had once asked her to be his student, every painting required immense effort and couldn’t bepleted overnight.
Richard had climbed through her window night after night to visit her, yet he had never once noticed the existence of the painting.
Tiffany counted on her fingers and smiled. “Over a month
“Burning the midnight oil the whole month?” asked Richard.
“Yes.” Tiffany nodded honestly. “I want to give you a surprise.”
He could get everything he wanted easily. She couldn’t think of more meaningful gift than her sincere love.
Tiffany asked expectantly. “Do you like it?”
Richard didn’t answer. Instead, he turned around, his deep eyes zing with intense emotion as they locked onto her. After
a long moment, he leaned in, and an ardent, passionate kiss descended on her like a storm.
Dazed and breathless, Tiffany faintly heard him murmur by her ear, “I love it. I love it so much.”
Richard’s low and maic voice was both sensual and captivating.
Tiffany couldn’t tell whether he meant he loved the painting or loved her. Or maybe… both<b>? </b>
She smiled softly, tilting her head up to meet his fiery passion head–on.
Outside, the <b>sun </b>zed like fire. Inside, the warmth between them burned just <b>as </b>fiercely.