Dariel Griffin took Sean Drake to board the special plane to Canada, when boarding, Sean looked a little complicated. 

After the plane, looking at the plane’s lavish decoration everywhere, he was sitting hard. 

Sean grew up in a honeypot soaking, he said one, no one dared to say two. 

But such a sense of superiority, in front of Dariel Griffin, it seems not worth mentioning. 

What about me? 

What kind of life am I living now? 

Sean, for the first time in his life, gave birth to doubts about himself. 

After a long flight, the plane landed on a private tarmac. 

The well–dressed butler bowed respectfully to them, and the driver drove the world’s limited Rolls Royce through the expensive castle estate to deliver them to the garden where I was. 

The garden was full of tulips, which I loved, and the breeze was refreshing with the fragrance of the flowers. 

I sat on the swing with a cat in my arms, basking in the sun lazily. 

Beside me, the chairman of Baichuan Group, was grinding coffee for me by hand. 

The noble wife of the chairman of the board was feeding the cookies baked by her own hands to my mouth. 

In the sunshine, the smile on my face was delicate and bright, which made the tulips in full bloom around pale. 

Sean gazed at the scene in front of him silently for a long time without coming to his senses. 

How long had he not seen me? 

How long had it been since he’d seen a smile like that on my face? 

Sean’s heart was filled with joy and excitement, and his face was also smiling. 

He straightened his clothes, puffed out his chest and strode forward. 

Maybe my identity has changed. 

But at my core, I’m still the same Nancy who loved him for ten years. 

“Nancy!” 

Sean called to me in the gentlest voice of his life. 

When I looked up, he was in front of me, his arms outstretched, wanting to embrace me. 

Subconsciously, I took a step back to avoid his embrace.