Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations

Trevor looked at the little snowman glowing warmly under the yellow light. His voice was gentle, ”The brightness is just right, thank you everyone. Tomorrow we need to do some maintenance and check everything thoroughly. We can’t afford any slip-ups.”

”Alright, rest assured, everything will proceed according to your plan.”

Trevor had given them the design drawings.

He glanced around and reminded them, ”These trees should also have light strips. We need to make good use of the romantic atmosphere, so try to avoid knocking off the snow from the branches.”

”Okay, Mr. Trevino.”

”Thank you, everyone.” Trevor gratefully looked at all the busy people on site, then finally felt at ease to turn and leave.

Choosing this place to confess was the result of his long deliberation, and it’s the most suitable place.

Just as he sat in the driver’s seat, Trevor took out his phone and found that Stella had sent him a message on WeChat.

She sent a sketch. Trevor was delighted, it’s exactly the effect he wanted, just like the one he bought the other day at the boutique!

However, this time he would have it set with real diamonds, to enhance its grade and make this headband more meaningful.

Yes, tomorrow night Trevor decided to have a romantic confession.

He knew Janelle might be somewhat concerned about Jocelyn Morgan, so he decided to put in some effort to reassure her, to make her feel special.

But Jocelyn was already in the past for Trevor.

Nighttime.

In Old Mills’ idle villa, the heating was truly wonderful, making the inside and the icy snow kingdom outside seem like two different worlds.

Janelle Mills had just finished bathing, her body emitting a fresh fragrance from her shower as she wore her nightgown.

She was happily humming a song —

”Whose light did you steal as a child through the drilled wall? Years of unkempt hair and ten lonely years by the cold window, now leisurely reading by the lamp, the illusion of fame over half a lifetime...”

She stopped by her bed and reached out to touch the tall transparent cylindrical plush toy storage box.

She couldn’t help but remember the moment when Trevor held her hand to grab a toy, that electric-like happiness was something no other experience could replace.

And the pentagram headband he bought for her, although cheap, to her it was priceless.

So she treasured it, she was even reluctant to wear it on her head.

Perhaps, she was already in love with Trevor.

This is what it feels like to love someone, a bit anxious about gain and loss, a bit cautious, regardless of whether love can be reciprocated.

No matter if he would love her or not, Janelle Mills was willing to drown in this one-sided pursuit of love, being friends with him was also a kind of happiness.

But Trevor once put himself in harm’s way to save her. Maybe... maybe he likes her too?

In the downstairs living room.

Carlotta Sterling stood alone by the window, using the glow of the courtyard street lamp to gaze at the snowy scene outside, not knowing what she was hoping for.

Images of Old Mills eating noodles here often flashed in her mind, leaving her inexplicably gloomy and a little depressed.

On the same night, Nathan Mills was in the courtyard tending to his meticulously cultivated roses, worried they might freeze to death.

Why was he so protective of them anyway?

He remembered the man who escorted Carlotta Sterling home, remembered the moment the man draped his coat over her, leaving Nathan feeling choked with a sense of suffocation.

Just as he was struggling to ease his frustration, his phone rang.

Brushing the snow off his hands, Nathan Mills took his phone from his pocket, glanced at the display, and answered, ”Hello.”

”Mr. Mills, the person you asked me to investigate has been found. His name is Harlan Quinn.”

Nathan Mills listened intently as the other person spoke —

”He’s the director of an orphanage in the southern suburbs, caring for eleven homeless children. He’s currently single; he had a marriage a long time ago. More detailed information has been sent to your email.”

Single?

”Okay.” Nathan Mills’ mood worsened immediately, again feeling this guy was a formidable rival.

After hanging up, he wore a gloomy expression as he strode into the house.