Love Grows Slowly

My best friend and Cyrus have known each other longer.

They’ve been together since kindergarten and share a bond forged through life-threatening experiences.

Unable to retaliate directly against the Foster family, their enemies targeted Cyrus, who was still in kindergarten.

Disguised as servants, they abducted him.

My friend sensed something was wrong and insisted on going along.

En route, she realized the danger and secretly alerted the police using her smartwatch. The police tracked the watch's location and apprehended the kidnappers.

As a child, Cyrus was particularly clingy towards my friend.

As they grew older, he became less overt but started approaching her subtly.

He even secretly intercepted guys who wanted to confess to her.

Simon told me about this later.

I thought their relationship would be even more stable than mine and Simon's, given its storybook beginning.

I never imagined it would end like this.

We bought suitcases and returned to the Foster house.

The butler curiously asked what we were up to, but I brushed him off with a casual "We're going on a trip."

My family's legal team had already quietly drafted divorce papers for me. Since we both wanted a clean break, we weren’t planning to take any of his assets.

We married with nothing and would leave the same way, not taking even a cloud with us.

After signing the papers and leaving them on the table, we started packing.

We took what we could and arranged for our own butler to collect the rest.

By the time the Foster family's butler realized something was amiss, my friend and I were already out the door with our suitcases.

Before boarding the plane, we called our families to briefly explain our marital situation.

My friend and I get along so well because we come from similar backgrounds and are both the cherished daughters of our families.

I also have an older brother.

When my brother heard why I couldn't continue the marriage, he was furious.

"That scoundrel Simon! You’re right to leave him, sis. If you didn’t, you’d end up with a forest growing on your head," he exclaimed, referring to being cheated on.

He then suggested, "I manage a team of male models. There are plenty of good-looking, obedient guys. Since Simon likes to have 'female confidants,' we can arrange for some handsome companions on your trip..."

His wife immediately scolded him, "Don't corrupt your sister!"

However, the idea of the male models joining us wasn’t scrapped.

As soon as we landed, our phones were flooded with hundreds of calls from Simon and his brother.

I ignored them all and blocked their numbers.

After resting at the hotel for a night, my brother's model team arrived.

They ranged from "wolf-dog" types to "puppy" types, cool and aloof to charming and seductive.

Six or seven men, all as handsome as the Foster brothers, but with an added bonus: they were obedient.

They carried our bags, introduced us to local cuisine and attractions, and even acted as tour guides.

They were truly all-round talents.

Most importantly, they were sweet-talkers.

"Miss Yara, you should try this dish. If you don’t like it, I can cook for you during our trip."

"Miss Bella, you shouldn’t eat spicy food right now. I know a bit about medicine, and I sense you’re a bit irritable lately. If anything’s bothering you, please tell me..."

They were attentive and considerate, far superior to those two.

With such pampering, my anger, which had been at full blast, was reduced by at least 30%.