“Think carefully before deciding whether to drink or not.” Christopher’s dark eyes looked at her, his lazy voice reminded her. Lucy looked back at him in confusion. “Think about what?” Christopher smiled and reminded her, “These two glasses of wine are meant to set the mood.” Set the mood? Lucy stared into his unfathomable eyes. It took her a moment to understand. When she did, she was so startled that she simply gripped the glass tightly in her hand. “Finish packing and get some rest early. I’ll sleep on the sofa.” “…” She stood there in a daze, watching his figure as he walked toward the sofa. Some say love at first sight was just a superficial attraction. She thought, maybe she was indeed attracted to his appearance, but did she have to like someone unattractive to prove her love was genuine? He sat down, leaning forward to place the wine glass on the table. His gaze fell on the agreement on the table, and suddenly, it turned icy cold. Lucy sat on the edge of the bed, still holding the glass of wine. Aphrodisiac wine? If she accidentally drank it and lost control, would he do anything to her? No, he wouldn’t. He wasn’t that kind of man. He would definitely stay loyal to Emily. Later, she went to wash up, feeling incredibly tense because of the man outside. She reminded herself, Lucy, that man is a gentleman. Her clothes slowly slipped off her body as she stood under the showerhead. At that moment, she could finally breathe properly. But suddenly, the spot on her leg where he had gripped her began to sting. She looked down and found that the area had turned red. — The next morning, in the living room on the first floor. The patriarch and matriarch of the Dale family sat at the head. Christopher’s parents, Stephen and Hayley, sat to one side, while Lucy and Christopher sat further down. “Move to Nashwark? I don’t agree,” Hayley was the first to say. Hayley was a decisive and straightforward woman, she was known for her authoritative nature in the social circles. “Moving to Nashwark would let Lucy sleep an extra hour every morning. She needs more rest.” Christopher suddenly turned to the quiet and obedient lady beside him, saying casually. The elders looked at Lucy with curiosity. Cobie asked softly, “Lucy, do you really want to live apart from us?” The car accident that claimed Lucy’s parents’ lives had left the elderly couple filled with guilt. Ever since, they had treated her as their precious child. “Yes.” Lucy placed her hands neatly on her lap and nodded obediently. Christopher’s gaze lingered on her before his phone rang. He stood up and said, “I’ll take this call. If there are no objections, we’ll move out immediately.” “So soon?” Hayley was surprised. “What else can we do? Isn’t she officially starting tomorrow? All of you know how demanding it is to be my secretary. Even if she’s the young madam of the Dale family, she’ll still need to put in 200% effort.” Christopher hung up the phone and left after making his point. “This brat. He just got back and is already taking Lucy away. So harsh too.” Hayley looked reluctant, her daughter had also gone to study abroad in junior high school, always saying that life abroad was freer than at home. After that, Hayley had treated Lucy like her own daughter in the household. Lucy’s understanding and well-mannered demeanor had earned her favor, so the sudden news of them moving out left her genuinely reluctant. However… “Moving out might not be a bad thing. It’s more convenient for work in Nashwark and since Chris just got back, the young couple could need some privacy,” Stephen chimed in thoughtfully. Jared nodded in agreement with his son. “Lucy, it’s okay to move out, but don’t forget to come back every week with Chris to visit me.” “I…” “Don’t worry, we’ll come back.” Christopher’s voice interrupted her before she could finish, as he reentered the room after his call. Lucy instinctively glanced at him, unsure why he agreed so readily. But as his gaze fell on her, her heart began to race, and she quickly lowered her head. Love at first sight—for her, it could only ever be an unspoken and unfulfilled infatuation.