The Liu Mansion felt very different this morning. The heavy, fearful atmosphere of hidden threats and unspoken anxieties had been swept away, replaced by the scent of tea and the sound of Mo Li humming in the kitchen.
But for Mo Chou, the tension had simply shifted from a tactical nature to a social one—which, in her opinion, was far more nerve-wracking than disarming a bomb.
Lu Jinhai—the man who had been her shadow and her most complicated protector—was coming over. And he wasn't coming as the Lu empire's heir or the mysterious Evan. He was coming through the front door as himself.
"Mo Chou, if you pace any faster, you're going to wear a hole on our rug," Liu Dai remarked, leaning against the doorframe of the lounge.
He had finally managed to fix his hair, though his eyes still carried the faint puffiness of a man who had faced an immense scare. He was back to his usual self, clutching a tablet and tracking the morning's shifts in the stock market with the focus of a hawk.
