Kieran didn''t get his desired answer, so he stubbornly asked again.


    The forgotten memories became unusually clear at this moment.


    It turned out it wasn''t just his wild thoughts or extreme fantasies.


    L''s lips tightened in nervousness as she watched him, hesitating to speak.


    "Uncle Kieran, you must have mistaken someone else for me. I don''t me you."


    She firmly believed that they had no romantic connection. Kieran was a man of discipline and restraint, and he would never casually engage in ambiguous rtionships with women.


    The only exnation was that he had mistaken someone else for her.


    Could it be that the person he liked resembled L?


    L suddenly felt a headache. What kind of strange "substitute" situation was this?


    She scratched her head. "Well, uh, let''s just go shower first. Right, go shower first, and I''ll make you a hangover soup."


    Kieran was pushed inside, and he nced back at the entrance with a frown.


    L helped him up the stairs, and when they reached the corner, he stopped, pulling her to a halt as well.


    "L." He pinned her against the handrail, his arms enclosing her. "Even though I didn''t have a proper engagement banquet for you, to outsiders, we''ve already been engaged and are about to marry."


    L swallowed nervously. She nodded while thinking of a way to escape from his


    arms.


    Before she could crouch down, the man pulled her back up.


    "Be good," he said, pulling her back into his embrace. "Morgan Group''s shares are already yours. Once you''re done with your work, let''s choose a wedding house, shall we?"


    L was dumbfounded.


    Seeing her widened eyes, the man''s gaze softened with a tender smile. "Which location do you like? I don''t have much to give as a wedding gift, but I can give you 10% of Morgan Group shares. Would that be okay?"


    His voice was deep, with a gentle warmth that almost seemed hypnotic.


    L blinked, trying to make sense of what he was saying.


    Wedding house? Wedding gift? Shares?


    her a substantial portion of the


    Initially, Frances had already et


    shares, and now, with an additional 10%


    e would be the Morgan


    Group''srgest shareholder!


    "Uncle Kieran, I..."


    "L, say my name," he murmured, resting his forehead against her shoulder.


    He was definitely drunk.


    "You''ll forget what you said when you wak patted his back, worried that b


    è up tomorrow." L gentet might be ufortable.


    get


    "Don''t say such strange things."


    "If the girl you like hears it, she''ll be upset."


    Thest sentence was so faint that Kieran didn''t catch it.


    "Hmm?" He looked at L''s flushed face. His gaze suddenly froze.


    "What''s wrong?" L noticed his expression and immediately became anxious.


    Kieran was capable and caring, and the girl he liked should have no reason not to be with him.


    But why weren''t they together?


    L was startled by the thought that followed. What if this girl was no longer alive?


    If that were the case, she suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Kieran.


    In this world, the most painful thing was being separated from the person you loved by death.


    At least there was still hope with parting. Only death was insurmountable.


    Did her words just now hurt him?


    L took a deep breath,


    half-embraced him, and gently


    okay. Just go shower and take a


    nap, and tomorrow, everything will be fine."


    Surprised by her sudden disy of intimacy, Kieran felt a stir in his heart and


    forgot what he was going to say.