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It was only through Sienna's social media that Winona realized this man was even capable of romance.

Right now, resting her cheek against her hand, she glanced through the rearview mirror and saw Sienna clinging to Zachary's arm, her cheeks flushed with a delicate pink.

On her wrist sat Winona's emerald bracelet, and resting against her collarbone was the ancestral jade pendant that meant the world to Winona.

Winona looked away. It turned out that when Zachary wanted to cherish someone, he truly had the power to elevate them straight to heaven.

According to Sienna, the last three years with Zachary had been nothing short of a fairy tale.

When Winona lifted her eyes again, they locked perfectly with Zachary's in the rearview mirror.

His gaze still carried its signature chill, but she felt as though there were far deeper, darker currents swirling within it—currents so deep they felt as if they were pulling her heart right out of her chest.

Her brows pulled together slightly, and she immediately broke the eye contact just as the car pulled up to the Wynn estate.

Despite her illness, Claire stood by the entrance, waiting to greet them.

Sienna hopped out first, carefully guiding Zachary's wheelchair down the ramp before jogging over to embrace Claire with affectionate familiarity. "Mom, is dinner ready? I'm starving."

Claire smiled warmly and nodded, though her eyes drifted past Sienna, landing squarely on Winona as she stepped out of the car.

The last time Zachary visited, he had only dropped off gifts and left without staying for a meal.

This time, arriving together, it was clear he intended to stay for dinner.

Claire felt a surge of nervous tension. Lying in bed for the past two days, Winona's icy declaration of being an 'orphan' had played on an endless, agonizing loop in her mind.

Swallowing hard, she quickly forced a bright smile. "Winona, I personally cooked all your favorite dishes. Come on inside."

To say Winona wasn't hurting would be a lie. But everyone here was just too skilled at putting on a flawless act of peace, desperate to sweep all the traumatizing ugliness under the rug.

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