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."
**
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."

Lianne was in a good mood now that she'd eaten her fill, giving her an extra measure of patience. Her gaze fell on his face, and an unbidden, joyful smile bloomed across hers.


Seth Sinclair's gaze flickered past her cheek and landed on the elegantly approaching Sharon Sinclair.


Lianne thought he was talking to her. She froze for a couple of seconds and was just about to speak when she heard Sharon Sinclair ask, "Why didn't you prepare any yourself?"


"You own the teahouse, not me." Seth Sinclair was used to being casual. He leaned back lazily in his chair, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, looking relaxed and roguish.


He might as well have said, 'What kind of elder are you, not even giving out Christmas presents?'


'Doesn't this nephew of mine usually look down on Western holidays?'


He'd once righteously declared, 'Why would Chinese people celebrate foreign holidays? It's so boring.'


Chapter 46 - Chapter 46: A Hot Kiss Through the Window