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."

The man's features were flawless, his chiseled bone structure creating a striking handsomeness. He stood under the light, shoulders broad and back straight, looking like a manga protagonist who enters with his own spotlight. His aura was a mix of cool nobility and roguish charm.


Lianne denied it. She shook her head, glanced down at her high heels for a moment, then looked up at him. "What's your actual height?"


Seth Sinclair's gaze fell on her fair face. His answer was terse. "187.6."


'He's even precise down to the decimal point.' Words couldn't describe how Lianne felt in that moment. She resisted the urge to give him a thumbs-up and simply blinked.


Seth Sinclair's gaze swept over her, traveling from her fair, delicate feet all the way up to the bun on top of her head. A lazy smile curved his lips.


Chapter 57 - Chapter 57: Throwing Herself into His Arms in Public