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Seeing this, the elders loosened up in their movements as well.

The meal took almost three hours, after which Greg took everyone to the Wright’s Clubhouse for a bath.

While they were bathing, Greg took out a card and asked Adrian to help buy a few sets of clothes.

When the elders finished their baths and changed into clean clothes, they then took the business van back to Peach Blossom Village.

Greg still had matters to attend to, so he didn’t go back with them.

Before parting, Lindsey thought of the kiss they shared during the day, and her gaze towards Greg was different—as if she wanted to eat him up.

Greg smiled and turned tail and fled.

After seeing off Lindsey and the elders, Greg rushed to Lin’s Group to discuss with Taylor the company’s renaming and business changes.

“Just keep the name like we talked about before, call it Peach Blossom Group.”

“Pfft!”

Taylor suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Greg felt a little annoyed and said, “What’s wrong? Don’t you like the name?”

“It’s not that, I just think the name Peach Blossom Group suits a lady-killer like you very well,” said Taylor.

Greg’s face darkened, and he said speechlessly, “Taylor, can’t you move past that incident? Besides, that day it was you who drank too much and ran to me…”

“Don’t you dare say it!”

Taylor quickly covered his mouth, her expression full of nervousness.

Greg didn’t know if it was the scent of the hand cream or her natural fragrance, but the delicate aroma wafted into his nose, intoxicating him slightly.

He inhaled deeply, his face expressing enjoyment, saying, “Smells so good!”

“You…”

Taylor’s face instantly flushed red, and she huffed, “And you say you’re not a flirt!”

“Hey, you were the one who came up close for me to smell, I was just expressing my feelings,” Greg protested.

“I don’t want to talk to you!”

Taylor gave him an annoyed look, her pout resembling a quarreling young couple.

Thank goodness there were only the two of them in the office, otherwise rumors would surely fly.

Greg found it amusing and couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, chatted with her for a bit more, and then got up to leave.

Back in the car, where Trey was dozing off hugging the Fragrant Spirit Grass, he instantly woke up and turned to ask, “Boss, where are we headed next?”

“Uh, let’s go to the courtyard house.”

“The courtyard house?”

Trey looked at the time and asked, “So you won’t be going back to Enchanted River town tonight?”

“No going back, I guess. We’ll stay here for tonight.”

“Alright then.”

Trey pouted and teased, “Boss, you picking places to stay is like an emperor flipping name plates.”

“Haha, not as exaggerated as you say.”

“Looks the same to me.”

Greg, unfazed, instructed, “Come pick me up early tomorrow morning. We need to lock down the location for the supermarket.”

“Got it.”

Trey replied, somewhat teasingly, “Do you want me to bring Ms. Xia along too?”

Greg’s expression froze, and he looked at her meaningfully, in silence.

Trey felt unnerved by his stare and stammered, “What’s wrong? Did I say something out of line?”

“No, you’re exactly right, but don’t bring Ms. Xia tomorrow. Just pick me up and take me to Lin’s Group. Leave the H6 for her.”

“Sure, boss.”

Greg stepped out of the car, watching the Wrangler recede into the distance. He chuckled bitterly, sighed, then turned to face the large, closed courtyard door. Rubbing his hands together, he briskly walked over and knocked twice.

A moment later, hurried footsteps approached.

“Why did you come here?”

Liliana, clad in green dinosaur pajamas, opened the door for Greg with a cold face and then turned to walk back inside.

Greg smiled, locked the main door behind him, and before Liliana could enter the house, he quickly caught up to her and, in one swift motion, scooped her up and ran into the house.

“Ah… what are you doing…”

“Alright then.”

Liliana’s face flushed as she pushed Greg away forcefully, huffing, “What’s ‘alright’? It’s not even dark yet, and all you think about every day are naughty things.”

As the duck that was almost in hand tried to fly away, Greg grabbed the tail of the dinosaur, pulling her back, “Yo, is our little Liliana really going to be a vegetarian?”

“Ah, I… I haven’t, it’s…it’s your fault for not looking for me for so long…”

“Angry? Don’t worry, I’ll placate you.”

Liliana felt a warmth in her heart and was just about to ask how he planned to cheer her up when she realized Greg had started to unzip her pajamas.

“Hey, didn’t you say you were going to placate me? Why are you undressing me?”

“Haha, as the old saying goes, a couple that fights before bed, makes up by the end of it. If they don’t make up, it means they’re not close enough.

Come, let’s get closer, and then you’ll definitely not be angry anymore.”

“I…”

Liliana, her face growing steely with anger, intended to refuse, but her delicate frame was no match for Greg’s strength. In just a moment, she melted in his arms.

Inside the studio, the temperature steadily climbed.

Before long, a layer of fog formed on the old-style glass window. A pale hand suddenly pressed against it, leaving behind a clear palm print.

After a while, Greg sat wrapped in a towel on the sofa, sipping his drink, watching Liliana, dressed in plain clothes, sketching an unfinished painting in front of her canvas.

The painting depicted a plum blossom, vibrant and red, with an air of quiet elegance; however, several withered trees in the distance marred the ambiance.

It made the entire painting seem rather lonely and desolate.

Greg’s brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed again as a vague realization dawned on him.

He set down his glass on the table, stood up, and walked over to Liliana, embracing her from behind.

Liliana thought he was up to mischief again, shrugged her shoulders, and chuckled lightly, “Stop it, we can’t go again today.”

Greg ignored her and rested his head on her shoulder, whispering into her ear, “From now on, you’re not alone, so maybe stop painting this one, alright?”

…

Silence fell.

Thwack!

Liliana stiffened, her body trembling involuntarily, and the brush dipped in gray paint slipped from her grasp.

He understood!

He knew what I was thinking!

Tears flowed down her cheeks…

She spun around and hugged Greg tightly, burying her face in his chest and sobbing heartily.

For over a decade, she had longed for a man who could understand her paintings, who could enter her heart.

She had thought it a mere fancy, but the man had finally arrived; she just never imagined it would be Greg.

Her relationship with Greg had started by coincidence and continued because she genuinely thought he was a decent man, which is why she maintained contact.

She never realized that Greg truly understood her, her loneliness in the deep night, her helplessness when alone.

She leaned tightly against his sturdy arms, feeling the warmth of his chest like a furnace, and gradually succumbed to intoxication.

At this moment, the temperature in the studio rose once again.

And that heart, frozen for so long, finally melted at that moment.