Chapter 1623


    Andre was seeking revenge while Taya was struggling to sleep after losing her friend.


    Every time she dreamed at midnights, Ste’s face appeared vividly in her mind. They said that after


    someone died, their presence and appearance in our memories gradually faded until they became


    blurry and forgotten.


    But Taya didn’t want to forget Ste. She looked at her photos every day and dreamed about her, over


    and over again, until she fell ill.


    Griffon, worried about her, stayed by her sickbed, staring at her pale face. He asked her, “What will I do


    if you get worse?”


    Taya, understanding Ste’s love now, realized that she would follow Griffon if anything were to happen


    to him. Love went deep, like a moth to a me.


    After this realization, she reached out and touches Griffon‘ tired face, apologizing for causing him


    worry.


    Griffon shook his head gently and went to get her a bowl of pumpkin congee that Frank made.


    Taya ate it after struggling to sit up and mentions that Hugh said he would give her an IV drip. Griffon


    reassured her that he would take care of everything and told her to rest. Taya agreed and finished the


    congee before lying back down with Griffon taking care of her.


    She believed that only when she moved on from Ste’s dreams, could Griffon be truly okay.


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    She thought that Ste’s departure taught everyone the importance of cherishing life rather than


    sinking into sorrow.


    Following Ste’sst words, Taya dutifully took medicine every day, no matter how bitter, in hopes of


    conceiving a pup so that Ste could be the godmother.


    Meanwhile, Harper drowned her sorrows in alcohol, getting drunk several times at nightclubs.


    When she was drunk, she held her phone and repeatedly called Ste, wondering why she never


    answered.


    Preston, who was with her, couldn’t stand it anymore and took her phone away, telling her that Ste


    was no longer here to answer.


    Drunk Harper, not wanting to hear this, tried to take the phone back but failed because Preston was


    taller. She ended up identally falling into his arms. She was drunk, but Preston was not. As he held


    her, his Adam’s apple moved slightly, and he tried to act like a gentleman, reaching out to help Harper


    up. However, she suddenly jumped up and snatched the phone back, hitting Preston in the face with a


    p. Preston winced in pain and furrowed his brows.


    Harper, oblivious to what she just did, crouched in a corner, angrily trying to unlock the phone.


    Seeing her in that state, Preston’s anger subsided a bit. He touched his sore cheek and walked over to


    Harper, unlocking the phone with ease.


    Harper, surprised at how easily he unlocked it, thanked him with a smile. Preston, unsure of his own


    intentions, grabbed Harper’s wrist and pulls her into his embrace, saying that actions speak louder than


    words.