Lianne Lianne's father was a chauffeur for the top conglomerate, the Sinclair Family.
On the day her father died in the line of duty, amidst a torrential downpour, Ethan Sinclair walked toward her, his deep, magnetic voice saying:
"Come with me."
He took her under his wing, protecting her for nine years.
Hearing that Ethan Sinclair nearly had a falling out with his family over his one true love, Lianne, well aware that his heart wasn't hers, chose to make a graceful exit.
Unexpectedly, under the lingering moonlight, she spent a tangled night with someone.
The next day at noon, she opened her eyes to find his own younger brother, Seth Sinclair, beside her.
Lianne Lianne sincerely suggested, "You had your fun last night too. Why don't we just part ways amicably?"
"Not done having fun. Can't part." The man had a towel tied loosely around his waist. Droplets of water from his damp bangs trickled down, gliding past his collarbone and disappearing into the towel, exuding a natural sexiness.
The corner of his lip curled into a lazy smile. "Take responsibility for me, Lianne."

Later,
At a certain banquet, Lianne felt unwell and left early.
When Ethan Sinclair heard about it, he hastily left his seat and knocked on the door of the lounge.
But inside, Seth Sinclair had forcefully wrapped his arms around Lianne's waist, pressing her flush against the door, and lowered his head to scorch her lips with a kiss, his voice deep and raspy, "Tell him to get lost."
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Seth Sinclair was notoriously reckless and devil-may-care.
Everyone thought he was just playing the field, a way to pass the time and ease his loneliness.
Until one night in Kian, a rumor spread like wildfire through their social circle: Seth Sinclair had personally written a love letter to Lianne.
The scions of high society all rushed to debunk it: "Fake! Impossible! It's definitely a forgery!"
How could the powerful and distinguished second young master of the Sinclair family possibly lower himself like that?
The next day, during a media interview, a reporter asked for confirmation.
The man corrected them with a lazy smile, "Two letters. One love letter, and one marriage certificate."

If Seth Sinclair had left the bracelet at his house, she did want to go back with him to get it. But why did it sound so strange coming from him?


As the two of them were talking, the freshly made beef noodles were plated and ready.


Uncle Young, ever the seasoned professional, brought over two bowls of beef noodles. The scallions and cilantro weren't mixed in, but served separately in a small dish.


Seth Sinclair flicked the dish aside with a finger and said in a lazy drawl, "Give it up. I don't bring people home."


After he spoke, he lifted his gaze to look at her, the corner of his lip twitching into a slight smirk as he added, "Not even you, Junior."


His righteous tone made him sound like some kind of male paragon of chastity.


Chapter 15 - Chapter 15: Not Shameful, Not Shameful