Outside, Kelvin numbly pruned dead branches in the cold wind, while his father-inw leisurely held a thermos cup under the eaves, watching him. He took the opportunity to give him some pointers on his technique. “You don’t need to trim that nt in your hand. Be careful not to disturb the flower buds… Also, pay attention to the thorns on the roses.”


    After about an hour, Kelvin finally finished dealing with these troublesome tasks and sincerely felt that the sulents on their balcony were indeed wonderful nts. They were much less finicky than roses. But Cheyenne liked them…


    Braving the cold wind, Kelvin decided to learn more about nting techniques. As his father-inw, Channing found him quite diligent and eager to learn, and his impression of Kelvin instantly improved. “Alright,e inside. Don’t stay outside in the cold. If you catch a cold and I have to take care of you, Cheyenne would surely give me a hard time.”


    “It won’t happen,” Kelvin replied.


    Setting down his tools, Kelvin walked into the living room and sat across from Channing, engaging in casual conversation. The topics mostly revolved around Cheyenne and their two children. They also briefly discussed Grandpa and the family dog, Chance.


    When the conversation wasing to a close, Kelvin suddenly realized that he had forgotten something. He nced at Kelvin, who was sitting straight-backed, and it jogged his memory. “Oh, by the way, have you had lunch?”


    It was already three in the afternoon…


    Kelvin honestly replied, “No.”


    Furrowing his brows, Channing waved his hand and said, “Then let’s wait a few more hours and have dinner. It’s good to save some money.”


    In Channing’s eyes, men didn’t have to be so particr about their meals, as missing one wouldn’t starve them.


    Kelvin was wordless. It wasn’t like thisst time when he came with Cheyenne.


    On the set of a period drama, Kate stood in a gallery, wearing a chiffon dress and letting the cold wind blow around her.


    Today’s scene mainly focuses on Kate’s character being envied by others. The male leades to her rescue, ying the hero.


    In a bustling city, the grand opening of a much-anticipated art exhibition was underway. Among the attendees was Kate, a talented and stunning young artist, who had worked tirelessly for months to showcase hertest masterpiece. Little did she know that this event would be a turning point in her life.


    As Kate gracefully strode through the exhibition hall, her artwork attracting the admiration of all whoid eyes on it, a wave of envy began to silently sweep through the crowd. Whispers of awe and jealousy filled the air, as people couldn’t help butpare their own achievements to Kate’s tremendous talent.


    Unbeknownst to Kate, there was one particr attendee who felt an intense surge of jealousy and couldn’t bear to see how effortlessly Kate had stolen the limelight. Lisa, a struggling artist herself, had long harbored dreams of recognition and sess, and now felt overshadowed by Kate’s brilliance.


    In an attempt to regain the attention she believed she deserved, Lisa resorted to a petty act of sabotage. As Kate unintentionally strayed away from her artwork for a moment to engage in conversation, Lisa tampered with the disy, causing it to copse in a disastrous mess.


    The room fell silent as the chaos unfolded before everyone’s eyes. Gasps and murmurs of shock reverberated through the hall. It was in this moment of despair that the hero of our story, Mark, a charismatic andpassionate art critic, appeared.


    With his keen eye and quick thinking, Mark instantly recognized the sabotage that had taken ce. Without hesitation, he rushed to Kate’s side, shielding her from the disbelief and confusion that had gripped the crowd. He saw the distress in her eyes and knew that he had to do something.


    Taking charge, Mark addressed the stunned attendees and exposed Lisa’s act of jealousy and sabotage. His voice resonated with authority, his words a piercing truth that shattered the tension in the room. The crowd’s gaze shifted from Kate’s damaged artwork to the perpetrator, Lisa, who was now drowned in shame.


    “Cut!” the director shouted, and instantly a down jacket appeared on Kate’s shoulders.


    It was her assistant who brought it.N?velDrama.Org copyrighted ? content.


    “Where’s Sasha?”