A reward

"Question for another day." He kissed the top of her head. Keeping quiet for a while, he didn't wanted to spill it out but when she kept staring at him strangely, he answered, "Your birthday is coming up this weekend."

"According to you; you don't feel like throwing a big birthday party because you're not a party person. That doesn't mean your birthday won't be colorful."

"But my love, this–"

"Not a word, not a single word, okay? It's nothing much. I know you didn't wanted–but this is what I could do to support your day, my sweetheart." He smiled.

Cupping her cheeks, she smiled, "Thank you, Gray. I wasn't expecting this at all."

"You deserve more than finance, sweetie." He chuckled. "Come here." He embraced her and planted a sweet kiss on her lips.

.....

Inside The Showroom

Relaxing her head on his shoulder, Jin-joo sighed, "I feel sleepy."

Crossing his hand over her, "Don't yet, darling. I have an instinct that you'll be called soon."

"How long?" Glancing at her watch, she groaned, "It's past eight pm, very soon the show will end."

"Not when my baby hasn't gotten a reward for her efforts."

"Like I haven't gotten one before?" She rolled her eyes sardonically. "There's a big glass in my room at Seoul where I do keep my musical trophies."

"Hmm, sounds like my soon to be wife has been awarded a couple of times." He chuckled.

"Uncountable times, Sebastian. Lots of nominations."

.....

Liam's place

With her eyes sharply staring at the glass of wine she was swirling, Lorena twitched her lips to one side. It's obviously night already and her son hasn't returned yet from the gala.

She doesn't look bothered anyway. After all, it was part of their early morning plans. Yes, they collided on tarnishing the Flynns reputation starting from the world's best handsome hunk.

She crossed her ankles, took a TV remote control and switched on the TV. Taking a sip or two from her glass, she narrowed her eyes as she watched a bloody movie of how people where brutally killed.

"Hahahaha!" A wolfish laugh fell out of her mouth as she giggled wickedly. In her heart, she has a huge black pot filled with black potion to destroy some lives.

After all, she just murdered her son's biological father some while ago. It was pleasant in her sight to watch the helpless man die a miserable death like a chicken in a slaughter.

Mr Lance Hillsong was slaughtered like a fresh meat from the cattle ranch by some of Lorena's assassinators.

She watched him get sliced with a motor-saw from head to toe. 'That was how to reward someone who couldn't keep a secret for life.' Says Lorena.

Now she is like a wounded lion after being thrown shamelessly out of her marital home. She's ready to do anything just to get back at the Flynns.

But one thing, her attack goes secondly to the artist whom she's preparing for her son anytime soon.

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