Chapter 287


    Chapter 287


    Lavish Skyline Suites.


    Kyle lounged on the ck leather couch, draped in a white bathrobe. A case for contact lenses and a


    pair of gold framed ssesy on the table beside him. He held a tall ss filled with red wine, its rich


    color reflected in his deep eyes, giving him an almost bewitching allure.


    Lisa, standing by the window, hung up her phone and approached Kyle, nodding slightly. “Mr. Kyle, the


    situation at the vi has been handled. It was Canary who deliberately raised the rm, probably trying


    to intimidate us. Emily has been returned to Fred, and Canary has arranged for 24/7 protection for the


    professor and his daughter. We can’t make a move…”


    “Do you think Fred could bring her back if he tried his best?” Kyle interrupted, his gaze lost in the


    swirling wine.


    After a long hesitation, Lisa met Kyle’s eyes and cautiously asked, “Mr. Kyle… you don’t want Miss


    Sansa to wake up?”


    Kyle took a small sip from his ss of wine, sighed lightly, and stood up. He looked out at the neon


    lights outside the window. “Lisa, do you know why I named my


    Lisa shook her head. She had only been with Mr. Kyle for four and a half years, so she simply watched


    his somewhat lonely figure in silence.


    “Do you know why I chose the name S&J?” He asked again.


    This time, Lisa nodded, then cautiously told the truth, “There are rumors that you named it after your


    ex-girlfriend, Jessica, and your name, Stefan. It’s said that Jessica’s dying wish was to open aw firm


    that could help those who couldn’t afford legal fees, and that’s why you founded S&J International Law


    Firm. Stefan & Jessica. That’s what S&J stands for, an abbreviation of your names.”


    “Jessica?” Kyle chuckled, “Don’t always believe what the rumors said. My marriage with Jessica was


    arranged by parents.”


    After a moment’s pause, Kyle continued, “S&J is not Stefan & Jessica. J is for June, the month I met


    Sansa. It was the summer solstice, a day she said was special. That day, the sun shines directly over


    the Tropic of Cancer. She said if we ever had a daughter, she would like to name her June.” He took a


    deep breath.


    Lisa realized that Mr. Kyle was implying that his rtionship with Jessica was arranged by their


    parents. The rumor about S&J was just an echo of others. The real reason he chose S&J was because


    of Miss Sansa. And he still remembers clearly when he met Miss Sansa…


    But why? Why did Mr. Kyle previously threaten Emily’s life to stop Professor Fred from saving Miss


    Sansa?


    These, of course, were questions Lisa dared not ask. She could only keep her curiosity to herself.


    Not until Kyle spoke again, seemingly to himself, “Once, I tried to avoid a war for a person, fearing that


    the one I loved most would be sacrificed in the war. Now it seems clear that peace oftenes at the


    cost of war. War is usually a appendant of peace.”


    Lisa didn’t quite understand what Kyle meant, but she knew that Miss Sansa was someone very


    important to Mr. Kyle, “So, Mr. Kyle, about Miss Sansa…”


    “You should go,” Kyle, standing by the window, waved his hand, looking a bit weary.


    As Lisa stood by the door, she turned back to Kyle, “Mr. Kyle, should I cancel all your appointments for


    tomorrow, as usual?”


    “Hmm.”


    Every year on this day, all of Kyle’s appointments would be canceled. Lisa would drive him to the North


    Hill Cemetery and park the car at the foot of the hill.


    This year was no exception. Following the tradition, Lisa purchased a beautifully wrapped bunch of ivy.


    She handed it to Kyle as he got out of the car.


    Kyle, clutching the ivy, stepped out of the car.


    Lisa stayed in the car, waiting for him. Apanying Kyle up the hill was Curtis, who had just returned


    from Britain the day before. He was Kyle’s most trusted right-hand man. Dressed in a tailored ck


    suit, he stood straight beside Kyle. epting the bunch of ivy from Kyle, he bowed respectfully and


    said, “Young


    Master.”


    “Hmm,” Kyle responded. Step by step, he made his way up to the cemetery on the hill


    Curtis followed closely behind.


    The weather was overcast, neither drizzling nor sunny, a bit gloomy.


    It was still early when Kyle and Curtis reached the top of the hill, just around ten in the morning.


    A photo of a young man was engraved on the ck tombstone. His delicate features and the slight


    upward curve of his lips conveyed youthful vitality. Joyce Abraham, full of life.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.


    Before Curtis couldy down the bunch of ivy he held, he noticed another beautifully wrapped bouquet


    already ced in front of the tombstone. It was also a bunch of ivy, only wrapped in a different colored


    paper.


    He turned around, checking the expression on Kyle’s face before bending down to ce the ivy in his


    hands down.


    “He’s been here.” Kyle spoke as if addressing Curtis, yet it sounded more like he was mumbling to


    himself.


    “Mister…”


    “Before the 16th century in Britain, they used ivy to brew beer instead of hops. Mixing it with barley


    would turn the barley into beer. Hence, thenguage of flowers signifies ivy as ‘influence’. Anyone born


    under the blessings of this flower possesses an extraordinary power of influence, capable of affecting


    others. This nt…” Kyle nced at the gravestone, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips. “It suits


    him.”


    He referred to the young boy in the photo on the gravestone.


    Curtis stood beside him, remained silent and kept Kylepany without saying another word.


    Julie spent the night at Daphne’s apartment, where they shared many heart-to-heart conversations.


    She nned on sleeping in, but early in the morning, she was awakened by the tantalising aroma of


    food. Her taste buds were stirring with excitement.


    Julie frowned, blinking her eyes open in confusion, only to find Daphne still sleeping next to her.


    “Did you hire a cook? Why does it smell so good?” Julie poked the still drowsy Daphne.


    Daphne sat up, shaking her head sleepily, “No, it’s not from my house! Man, why am I so hungry during


    pregnancy?”


    She threw on a robe, getting up and telling Julie, “I’m going to see what’s in the kitchen.”


    Julie stopped Daphne, “I’ll cook, you go brush your teeth. Isn’t it said that brushing after eating makes


    you feel nauseous during pregnancy?”


    Daphne nted a big kiss on Julie’s cheek, “Mr. Hernandez is so lucky to marry such a remarkable and


    virtuous woman like you!”


    “Tell that to him, not me.” Julie rolled her eyes at Daphne, “Are you trying to make me sick?”


    “I just need you to know how special you are. Why would I tell Mr. Hernandez? What if he monopolizes


    you all the time? How am I going to survive?” Daphne rétorted confidently.


    Deciding not to argue with the youngdy, Julie put on her robe and headed to the kitchen. Just as she


    reached the kitchen door, she saw Lionel busily working inside, which startled her. She quickly


    retreated, leaning against the wall for support.


    In the warm and cozy room, Lionel stood in the open kitchen wearing a crisp white shirt and light blue


    jeans, holding a beautiful ceramic te while asionally ncing at his wristwatch.


    The warm yellow light cast a glow on his chestnut hair.


    The image of Mr. Lionel in the kitchen was like a perfect painting.


    Being a man who regrly appeared on the big screen, Julie felt a surreal feeling, as if she was


    watching TV.


    Mr. Lionel also noticed Julie leaning against the wall. He obviously didn’t expect her to be there, and


    even dropped his wooden spoon in surprise.


    Julie gave him an apologetic smile and a nod before quickly turning around and dashing back to the


    bedroom.


    Daphne, who was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, saw Julie rush back in with a ghost-like


    expression and asked in confusion, “What happened? Is there a burr?”


    “No, I just remembered that I have something to do this morning. I’ll leave first. Breakfast is ready, you


    bettere out and eat” Julie got dressed and grabbed her bag as she spoke to Daphne.


    Daphne poked ber head out from the bathroom, “You finished cooking so quickly, did you just toast


    some bread?”


    “You should go look yourself!” Julie grabbed her bag and headed for the door.


    She waved to Lionel in the kitchen, “Mr. Lionel, please take good care of Daphne.”


    “I’ll do my best.” He gave Julie a reassuring smile. Julie then left the apartment.


    Daphne didn’t believe Julie! After rinsing her mouth and wiping her lips, she headed out of the


    bathroom.


    However, by the time she reached the living room, Julie was gone. In her ce was Lionel, busy in the


    kitchen.


    Daphne, dressed in a milky white silk nightgown with a thin cardigan draped over her shoulders, was


    startled at the sight of Lionel in the kitchen.


    “W-Wha… What… What are you doing here?” she stammered.


    Before Mr. Lionel could answer Daphne’s question, she turned her gaze to the door lock. After


    confirming it was intact, she pointed at it and asked Lionel, “How do you have my house key?”


    “Your mom gave it to me.” He brought her favourite breakfast to the table.