My Dreamy Old Husband

All thanks to our competitors? The Serpent executive was a smart man, and his words held a deeper meaning to it. Alice had to go through that sentence a couple of times before she finally got what it meant. “Yeah. Serpent is definitely the dominant brand in the market for mid to low-end phones; there’s no denying that. Newcomers like us will never be a match for you guys.” In the end, Alice pretended that she didn’t get what the executive had meant by his previous sentence.

The executive flashed her a complacent grin. He had always thought of their brand as the leading brand, so he was naturally pleased now that he had managed to defend his own brand’s title. However, he clearly forgot how Serpent had once attempted to enter the market for high-end phones and how it had failed terribly. Alice recognized the nasty, conceited look on his face, and she didn’t wish to continue the conversation, so they talked for a while more before Alice gave a random excuse to leave.

Just as Alice had picked her bag up and was about to walk out, she heard Lucy’s voice from behind her. “Miss Alice! If you could turn back time and make a new decision, I wonder if you’d stick to the judgements you made in the past.”

Alice froze for a while before she answered, “There are surely a lot of things that I would like to change if I could turn back time. But I didn’t make a mistake in my choice for the Cethosian agent, and I therefore don’t see the need to change anything about that.” Despite the festive celebratory setting they were in, Alice’s voice was just as cold and sharp as ever. There was also a hint of determination in it. The Dragon Eye’s phones haven’t even been released, and we haven’t even started our pre-orders, so no one can tell who the winner is just yet!

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A bout of spring rain soaked the entire Bayside City, and a cold moon appeared soon after that. It fitted well with the damp air in the city. Alice got out of the car at the back door of the Edwards Residence before walking toward her own living quarters. There was a short walk she had to take to get to her own room, and she passed through a little garden on the way in. Sophia was the one who had filled it with various plants and flowers—the stems of some plants now curled up around the supporting pillars. Under the guidance of a professional florist, they shaped the growth of the plants so that it formed an archway. There were colourful lights that lit the garden up, which made it seem especially dreamy.

been traveling between Reverie Mountain and Riverdale, but he mostly resided in the Edwards Residence. Right then, he was walking in front of Alice; he was going against the direction of the strong wind as the breeze struck his robe, filling the air with the scent of tea. He gradually took a few steps backward before he spoke to Alice. “What would

more vibrant than ever under the spotlight. “If I could turn back time, the thing that I would like to change the most… I

his lips slowly withering like a dead flower. If she hadn’t visited the Seine River six years ago on that day, she would’ve never met Daniel. Does that mean her greatest regret is having met me? He froze on his spot, with the light shining

the blue in her eyes drowned by the darkness of the room. Of course I’d regret that day… If I hadn’t met Daniel that year, I wouldn’t have had to spend the past 6 years missing and longing for him endlessly. Alice sincerely hoped that she had met a typical, boring soul that she would easily forget once she left that year. She wished that she had met someone she wouldn’t feel attached to or nostalgic for, but instead, she came to know Daniel, who was an interesting soul trapped in a handsome

two of them. Daniel couldn’t possibly alter his surname to enter her family, since he was the one in control of the entire Levine Family. She, on the other hand, simply

He looked up at her with his large, bright eyes. “Where’s Mr. Psychic, Mommy?” Alice finally felt some warmth and joy taking over her heavy and bitter heart once she saw her own son. She replied to him while taking her shoes off, “It’s late, so Mr. Psychic has

shower and went through her night-time skincare routine before she went to bed at her usual time. Casper wrapped his arms around his little pillow before he tottered over to climb in bed with Alice. She hugged him tightly and lowered her gaze to glance at her son as he slept

whom she assumed was fast asleep, suddenly

soft kiss on his face. “What is it, Casper?” Her emotions were more complicated than ever as she looked at her son, whose features shared

little before he finally spoke. “Is Mr. Psychic my

“Who told you that?” she asked with a light