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Chapter 301

Blood on the Family Stones.

Fraser said, "It's precisely because you

back; that was my mistake. Why did involved that you managed to do so much behind

you threaten Summer at the press conference?"

my

Helen's face was an ashen hue, and under Fraser's piercing, icy gaze, it felt as though the weight of the world crushed her heart. She suddenly couldn't catch her breath and started coughing uncontrollably.

Beside her, Karena shouted, "Madam Graham can't breathe! Quick, call a doctor!"

Soon, several family doctors rushed over from the adjacent room and hurried to attend to Helen

After a while, Helen slowly caught her breath, half-leaning on a chair.

Suddenly, Karena fell to her knees, begging for mercy.

"Mr. Graham, this situation doesn't involve Madam Graham at all; it was Sienna who initiated the collaboration with us. Aware of Madam Graham's aversion to Summer, I decided to handle Summer's mother and friends myself, ensuring they didn't mention you at the press conference. Madam Graham was completely unaware of these arrangements."

"Is that so?" Fraser's voice was chillingly cold.

Karena, terrified, collapsed to the ground, continuously kowtowing.

"Yes, I did it all. Please, Mr. Graham, forgive me! Don't blame Madam Graham.”

Fraser, listening, suddenly cracked a smile, "Since you've admitted it, you know what I'm like, right?"

His smile was apparent, but to everyone in the living room, it carried a cruel menace.

Karena looked up, her face paler than paper.

"Madam Graham, farewell.

With that, she closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and charged headfirst into a marble column. Bang!

Instantly, Karena's head was bloodied, and she fainted on the spot.

Blood quickly stained the marble column a vivid red...

Fraser glanced indifferently, his brow unfazed, only shielding Summer's eyes from the bloody scene as the collision occurred.

The family doctors stood there, none daring to step forward to help.

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the Graham family for 40 years and who paid ultimate care to our family... For this woman, you've wreaked such havoc."

Helen's murderous gaze turned to Summer.

If looks could kill, Summer would have been riddled with holes.

Grinding her teeth, Helen said, "If this woman is to stay here, she'll have to step over my dead body first."

Summer looked up, unable to help but gaze at Fraser.

Under the light, the man's profile was sharply defined, his lashes slightly lowered, his emotions unreadable, just when she thought he might relent.

Fraser's voice, devoid of emotion, then spoke.

"If you want to make a scene, I won't stop you. But as for Summer staying here, I have the final

say.

With that, Fraser took Summer by the hand and they began to walk forward. Hearing this, Helen turned deathly pale; she seemed to age a decade in a moment, a tear falling from her eye.

Summer followed him up the marble spiral staircase.

Her gaze fixed on the man ahead in a black windbreaker, standing tall and firm.

Looking back one last time at the chaotic living room, Karena lay unconscious on the floor, blood spreading around her forehead.

Helen, barely alive, half-sat on the couch, her eyes dim and lifeless.

All the servants and family doctors stood frozen, not daring to move.

At the front door of the Stewart Mansion, Summer half-jokingly complained to Fraser.

She knew his temper might cause him to react angrily, but she hadn't expected him to go this far.

Fraser took Summer's hand, and they ascended to the third floor.

Passing through a long corridor adorned with historic wall paintings from the last century, they stopped in front of the innermost room.

Fraser opened it, and they stepped inside.

The room was spacious, decorated in a subdued yet luxurious deep blue. Upon entering, the orderly arrangement of model cars and gleaming trophies caught their eyes.

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Fraser turned to see Summer looking down, lost in thought.

Thinking she was frightened.

Fraser extended his hand to encircle her slender waist, pulling her close to him.

"What's wrong?"

Summer looked up from his embrace, her clear eyes meeting his.

"Nothing, it's just my first time at the Graham Mansion; it feels a bit surreal."

Fraser's eyes were deep, he gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead.

He knew Summer was lying, but he didn't call her out.

"Rest here for a while; I'll have a servant bring dinner later."

 

Chapter 302

Hidden Pains

"Where are you going?" Summer instinctively grabbed his hand and asked.

 

Fraser clasped her hand in return, caressing her fingertips. His dark eyes were like a deep pool bathed in moonbeams, and he asked with a casual smile, "Can't bear to part with me?"

Seeing the teasing smile at the corner of his mouth, Summer, a bit embarrassed, withdrew her hand, "I certainly am not."

Fraser raised an eyebrow, his voice low and indulgent, "Good girl, I have some business to attend. to. This is the room I grew up in; nothing's changed much. Feel free to look around."

With that, Fraser walked out with heavy steps.

As the bedroom door closed, Fraser leaned against it, his brow furrowing deeply.

He reached for his left shoulder, where a tearing pain was emanating.

In fact, the stitches on his shoulder had split open again right at the entrance to the Stewart Mansion.

Gritting his teeth and gasping for breath, Fraser, tall and imposing, made his way slowly to the

next room.

He then had a servant call a family doctor to come and re-dress the wound.

He didn't want Summer to know.

In the living room, Helen glared at the motionless doctors.

A burning rage simmered in her chest like molten lava, and she vented it on those around her.

"Are you not going to save her? You're all so useless, what does the Graham family keep you around for? If anything happens to Karena, I'll make sure you follow her in death."

Spurred by her words, the doctors snapped to attention and hurried to Karena's side on the floor.

Checking her breathing, they found a faint sign of life.

The doctors exchanged looks; working for the Graham family was a no-win situation.

They wondered if saving Karena and getting found out by Fraser would mean they'd be next to hit the wall.

But with Helen's fierce gaze bearing down on them, they had no choice but to help.

In the bedroom, after Fraser left, Summer began to explore the room.

Hidden Pains

Summer couldn't help but smile; she could hardly count how many cars Fraser owned.

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Since she'd known him, he had the most extravagant habit of changing cars among anyone she

knew.

Then, her attention was drawn to a wall of certificates-boxing, racing, swimming, mountaineering, even a certificate for crossing uninhabited areas.

Beside the certificates, several black frames held images of Pudding in various poses-running joyfully and sleeping peacefully.

Summer picked up a frame; it showed a young boy with Pudding.

She couldn't help but touch the photo of the young Fraser.

Even as a child, his features were distinct, his deep-set eyes somewhat immature, like a handsome little prince.

But the arrogance and superiority in his eyes were palpable, even through the photo.

Summer gazed at the young Fraser in the photo, her fingers gently tracing his face. So proud and cold even then!

As she looked, a familiar sensation washed over her, but she couldn't quite place where she'd seen it before.

Just then, her phone rang.

Summer put the photo back and answered; it was Julia.

Julia, knowing Summer had returned with Fraser, was worried, fearing she might

get hurt again by the Graham family.

"Summer, are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

Summer briefly explained the night's events over the phone.

There was a pause from Julia.

"I'm leaving on a flight tomorrow. Remember to take care of yourself. Your scandal with Lucas also has been making waves. If you're not interested in him, you should clear things up."

"Yeah, I know."

Summer was only aware of the scandal after the fact.

She knew Lucas also had a hand in stirring things up.

Hidden Pains

Julia sighed over the phone.

"Summer, I hope you find happiness."

Summer's gaze f

 

fell on her abdomen, where she had started to feel kicking in the past few days.

It was a strange, delightful feeling.

"I've been thinking, once the baby is born, I'll definitely be happy. Because I'll have another person to love."

They talked for a while longer.

 

Chapter 303

Hidden Wounds

Someone knocked on the bedroom door from outside. Summer hung up the phone and went to open it.

She saw two uniformed servants pushing a cart inside, laden with a nutritious meal.

"Ms. Stewart, Mr. Graham sent up dinner. We'll set it on the table," one of the servants said.

Methodically, the servants arranged the dishes exquisitely on the table and then prepared to leave.

"Where's Fraser?" Summer asked.

Having just witnessed a major confrontation at the Graham Mansion, the servants naturally recognized this woman as Fraser's girlfriend.

They already treated Summer as the second lady of the Graham family.

They didn't hide anything, replying, "He's in a room on the second floor."

In another room, Fraser was half-reclining on the bed, his brow furrowed, breathing rapidly and heavily as if suppressing something.

Beside him, Peter was disinfecting a wound with saline, carefully removing clotted blood with a scalpel. The Graham Mansion had established a comprehensive medical system since Maximus had been ill, complete with advanced medical equipment that allowed for simple surgeries on-

site.

After cleaning the wound, Peter applied medicine.

He then took bandages from the medical kit and wrapped them around Fraser's shoulder, re- dressing the wound.

Having finished, Peter prepared to administer an IV.

Fraser suddenly opened his eyes. "Just bandage it; that's enough."

Peter frowned, "Mr. Graham, your wound is inflamed and festering. You need an

IV to reduce the inflammation; simple bandaging won't suffice."

Fraser's voice was emotionless. "No need, do as I say."

Resigned, Peter set the IV back on the medical cart as Fraser started to put on a black shirt he had picked up.

Meanwhile, Summer walked up to the room and was about to knock when she heard voices inside. She paused, then pushed the door open and entered.

The smell of blood hit her immediately.

Hidden Wounds

She saw Fraser's black windbreaker on the floor.

Fraser was shirtless, his entire right shoulder wrapped in thick gauze.

 

Fraser hadn't expected Summer to appear suddenly. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes as he quickly tried to put on his shirt.

Seeing this, tears instantly welled up in Summer's eyes, her own surprise at her tearful reaction.

"What exactly happened to your shoulder?"

Fraser pulled the shirt on, a forced smile on his lips, "You caught me. It's just a

minor injury I got by accident. This doctor is making a big deal out of it."

Summer's clear eyes, filled with disbelief, turned to the doctor, "What happened to his wound?"

Peter cautiously looked to Fraser, unsure whether to speak.

Summer's voice was firm. "Speak."

Almost reflexively, the doctor blurted out, "Mr. Graham has a knife wound."

As the words fell, tears streamed down Summer's cheeks.

Fraser shot a cold look in Peter's direction. Peter immediately lowered his head, feeling as if a chill had passed through him.

Summer's eyes, red and swollen, fixed desperately on Fraser. "Why didn't you tell me? This is from Oblistan, isn't it?"

Fraser sighed. He hadn't wanted her to know; seeing her tears, although for him, hurt more than his own wound.

He looked at her intently, his voice soft and coaxing, "I told you, it's a small injury. It'll heal in at few days."

Summer felt a painful swelling in her heart, the tearing sensation welling up from within continued to fall.

"I even hit you in the chest recently. Why didn't you say anything?"

Fraser regarded the tear-blurred woman before him.

"Step outside," he directed Peter, who quickly left the room and shut the door.

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Fraser reached out to wipe her tears. "It's already bandaged and it's nothing serious. Stop crying. You cried earlier, you're crying now; be careful, or you'll cry your eyes out, and then I won't marry you."

"Fraser!" Summer snapped at him through her tears.

Hidden Wounds

Fraser, seeing her deep concern, smiled softly, his eyes softening as he looked at Summer.

"The Graham mansion has plenty of

 

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Summer reached out, barely touching his shirt, not daring to press against his chest.

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Chapter 304 The Unspoken Pain

"Does it hurt?" Summer asked.

"It doesn't hurt," Fraser replied, although his eyes were brimming with unshed tears.

 

"How can it not hurt? Your whole shoulder is bandaged, and I saw all those bloodstains and wounds on you."

At that moment, Fraser felt a twinge in his heart. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her into his embrace, resting his head on top of hers.

His voice was warm and deep, "The wound doesn't hurt, but your crying does."

Hearing this, Summer's tears fell harder, stringing together like beads, eventually turning into intermittent sobs.

She had just used him to get back at Helen.

Why is he so good to me? I don't deserve it. After a while, Summer calmed down slightly and stepped out of Fraser's embrace, remembering what the doctor had said at the door.

"You need an IV. I'll go get a doctor to help you," she said before darting out to fetch someone.

Shortly after, Peter reappeared in the room.

Summer sniffled.

"I heard you say his wound could get infected. Doctor, whether it's an IV, an injection, or surgery, please do everything necessary for him."

Peter hesitated, glancing at Fraser for approval.

Seeing Peter's hesitant expression, Summer knew he would only listen to Fraser's instructions.

Anxiety and frustration welled up in her, her eyes, dewy as apricots, fixed on Fraser. "Are you going to do it?"

Fraser shrugged, "Can't help it, my wife's word is the law. I'll listen to her."

Peter was taken aback.

To them, the haughty and arrogant Fraser showing this side was unexpected.

Moments later, Fraser lay lazily on the bed, an IV needle inserted into the back of his hand, with a drip already hanging.

His eyes deep, he gestured for Summer to come closer with a crook of his finger. "Come here."

She had just seen the full extent of his injuries when Peter redressed the wound! The wound was festering, and despite the bandages, blood continued to seep through. Aside from the shocking knife wound, there were many abrasions.

Summer was furious that Fraser treated his own body with such carelessness! She was angry enough not to want to talk to him.

Seeing her like this, Fraser felt a softness in his heart, reached out to pinch her cheek, and tried to curve her lips into a smile.

Tm behaving now. Smile for me."

Summer wanted to pull away, but remembering his injuries, she didn't move. She retorted, "I'm too upset to smile.

Fraser's gaze, deep as moonlight in the dark, tenderly met hers, his tone slightly coaxing, "Come on, don't be mad. I was wrong.

Summer glared at him, Then tell me, what happened in Oblistan?"

Fraser played with a lock of her hair that fell across her chest, the soft strands flowing through his fingers.

He stared intently at Summer, her eyes red and brimming with tears, beautiful even in her anger, more vibrant and lovely.

"Smile first, then I'll tell you."

Summer curved her lips in a perfunctory smile.

Fraser's eyes deepened, his lips curving up, his voice seductive, "You're so beautiful."

At his words, Summer's cheeks involuntarily flushed a soft pink.

"Don't change the subject. Tell me now."

Fraser was silent for a moment.

He rarely shared his personal matters with anyone, believing that exposing his vulnerabilities was akin to handing over his weaknesses to others—a sign of defeat.

But now, seeing the expectant look in Summer's eyes, Fraser felt an urge to confide.

"The Graham family has another legitimate descendant, Brandon, my uncle. He is

my

grandfather's illegitimate child but has grand ambitions to head the Graham family. Envious of my father, he sabotaged my dad's private plane, leading to its crash."

At this, Summer's fingers tightened.

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But she hadn't expected Fraser's father to have died like that.

 

Fraser continued, "Unfortunately, no evidence was found. Grandfather, cherishing that Brandon was his last kin, merely exiled him, barring him from ever returning

to Havenbrook. But since grandfather fell ill, he tried to make a comeback several times. After grandfather passed, he became even more aggressive. If something happened to me, the Graham Group would

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A Meal of Memories

 

Summer looked at Fraser's somber expression and bit her lip before asking, "Was this trip to Oblistan a setup by him?"

"Yes."

Fraser didn't divulge much, just a few simple words, but after seeing his wounds, Summer could sense the dangers he had faced.

"How old were you then?"

"What?"

Fraser realized she was asking about his age when his father's plane crashed.

"Six."

"So, you were raised by Mr. Maximus and Helen."

"Yes."

Fraser smiled.

"Ever heard of something called 'heir training?"

Seeing Summer's puzzled look, Fraser glanced at a shelf not far

away.

Summer walked over and pulled out a book titled "Heir Training

The cover listed ruthlessness, cruelty, and ferocity.

She opened to the first page.

can we

The book read, "We must cultivate a cold-blooded heir, only in this way ensure the everlasting success of our enterprise!"

What kind of hellish training must one undergo to mold a person into being cold- blooded, cruel, and rational?

Summer closed the book and couldn't help asking, "What about your mom?"

A mother wouldn't want her child to be trained like a robot just to continue the family business.

Fraser seemed to recall something painful, his eyes suddenly darkened, his voice low and slow, "After my dad died, she was kidnapped... and they killed her."

The term 'killed... The manner in which a woman is 'killed' is horrifying to imagine. Summer dared not ask further.

A Meal of Memories

She had always thought of Fraser, this golden boy high above the rest.

 

He must have lacked nothing, living the most privileged life, enjoying the advantages his status brought him.

But she had never considered that his childhood was spent in a cold, mechanical environment. "Pitying me?" Fraser's dark gaze fixed on her, his voice gentle, "Summer, I don't want your pity." Summer glanced at him, "Who said I pity you?"

"When I was a child, I was swapped and raised by Yolanda among enemies, growing up with beatings and scoldings."

Fraser gently ruffled her hair.

He remembered the first time he saw her, standing there being scolded, her eyes watery but stubborn, trying to hold strong.

After breaking into his secret base, she had vented, "Do all of you dislike me this much?"

Fraser suddenly regretted his initial coldness toward her.

Fraser murmured, "I'm sorry."

Summer was puzzled, "Why are you apologizing to me?"

Fraser's deep eyes looked at her, unfathomable as the ocean, his tone very light, "Because when you were little, I didn't protect you."

What a fool! We didn't even know each other in the past, how could he have protected me?

Summer purposefully glared at him, "Are we comparing tragedies?"

Fraser's lips curved slightly, his smile warm like a mythical creature's, "With you here, I'm not tragic."

Childhood could not be changed. It might have been overshadowed by darkness, perhaps unsatisfactory, perhaps a struggle.

But there was always someone in the future. That person became their light, illuminating the path they had come by, warming them.

Suddenly, Summer deeply felt the truth in these words.

Perhaps it was Fraser's overly intense and passionate favor.

It made her childhood memories, or even memories of Trevor, feel like they were

from a long. long time ago...

A Meal of Memories.

Summer stood up from the bed and walked over t to open it.

 

Two servants again stood at the door with a cart, as the dishes Summer hadn't touched had

cold.

They had been instructed to have the chef prepare dinner anew.

Summer stepped aside, letting the servants push the cart into the room.

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Seeing they were about to set the cart in the sitting area, Summer waved them off, "No need, just put it by the bed."

After the servants left respectfully, Summer held a bowl and used a spoon to pick some light dishes, sitting at the edge of the bed.

Seeing her actions, Fraser raised an eyebrow, "Are you going to feed me?"

Summer's face flushed, "I'm just worried your hands might be useless now."

Fraser lay back lazily on the bed, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Summer, like a quiet, curling leaf in the night.

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A Slippery Slope to Love

 

Fraser obediently opened his mouth, his sharp Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow, but his deep, drowning gaze never left her face.

Summer couldn't stand it anymore and glared at him, "Can't you just eat properly?"

Fraser's lips curled into a smirk, "Aren't I cooperating nicely?"

"Why do you keep staring at me?"

Feeding him was making her heart race like a drumbeat in a fast-paced song.

If he kept looking at her like this. Summer felt she could melt right in his eyes. Fraser's voice was low, "Because, my wife, you're beautiful."

Men really knew how to sweet-talk, Summer wouldn't admit that it made her heart bloom with joy.

She pursed her lips, trying to hide her smile, and commanded, "Close your eyes, or I won't feed

you.

"Heh." Fraser laughed, his whole chest vibrating with it, his tone indulgent, "You really are bossy!" Eventually, Summer managed to finish feeding him the meal. Fraser's phone rang, and he listened to the call while handling some business on his tablet.

Summer ate her own meal beside him, keeping an eye on when his IV bags were about to run out; both were nearly empty.

Summer went to the door to call the doctor.

Peter entered the room and professionally removed the needle from Fraser's hand. Perhaps. because Summer was there, Peter could finally act like a proper doctor, instructing his patient.

"Mr. Graham, you need to have IV therapy on schedule for a week. Watch your diet during this period-no spicy foods, or seafood and avoid strenuous activities and getting wet to prevent reinfection. I've also prepared some medications, placed on the table, to be taken three times a day with meals."

Summer took careful note.

After the doctor left, Summer watched him take all his medications.

Fraser casually got up from the bed, standing tall in front of Summer, and whispered in her ear, "So considerate, why not continue and help me bathe?"

Ai that Summer'e aare turned red har voice trembling "Vou should harha vourcelf"

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Fraser raised his eyebrows, justifying, "I can't bathe myself."

Seeing Summer glance at his shoulder.

 

Fraser's lips curved up slightly, his voice a tad plaintive, "The doctor said I shouldn't get it wet or it could get infected, and then this arm would be useless. But I'm a man; I should be independent and not trouble others. Guess I'm just a man no one cares about."

Summer couldn't stand to listen anymore.

In the bathroom, Summer stood in front of Fraser, her height only reaching his shoulders, making her seem petite.

She tiptoed, carefully avoiding his wound, and pulled his black shirt over his head. When she looked up, she crashed into Fraser's narrow, mischievous eyes.

Summer could clearly see his dark lashes, jet black like ink.

And in the depths of his pupils, she could see her own reflection.

Summer's heart skipped a beat, her ears burning.

She quickly removed his shirt and stepped back, the man's exposed muscular chest suddenly right in front of her.

His shoulder was wrapped in white bandages, his defined chest and flat abdomen underlined by black trousers, presenting a vulnerable yet abstinent beauty that was striking.

Summer's breathing quickened involuntarily, and she took a step back.

Even though they had been intimate several times, even had a child,

Why was she still as shy as if she had never seen him before? Perhaps it had been too long since they'd been close...

"Okay."

Fraser watched her flustered state with amusement, pinching her earlobe. Yep, it was definitely hot.

Fraser's smile grew wider, his voice enticing, "There's still the pants."

Summer was flabbergasted, "Pants? Your arm is injured, not your leg!"

Fraser feigned a headache, "But taking off pants requires hands."

"You still have one good hand to do it yourself."

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"Fine, I know I'm a hassle. Since my wife doesn't care about me... I'll do it myself.

If it hurts the wound... well, nothing can be done."

Summer bit her lip, "I'll do it, I'll help you! Okay?"

Saying so, Summer reached out, her fingers slowly touching the waistband of his pants.

She closed her eyes.

And yanked them down-a burst of his raw, masculine scent hit her.

Summer's throat was dry, her cheeks flushed like the dawn. Her hands shook,

and she quickly turned around, pretending to be composed.

"You handle the rest of your pants yourself."

 

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Secrets After Sunset

 

"Heh, heh. Summer, how can you be so adorable? Haven't you seen it all before, hmm?" Fraser's pleased laughter floated from behind her, his voice casual and teasing.

Summer blushed all the way to her neck.

"Fraser, shut up!"

It was different then; the lights were off. Now, with the lights on. How could it be the same!

Fraser saw she was about to burst and stopped teasing her.

Shortly after, Fraser, barefoot and with a chiseled physique, walked straight into the bathtub already filled with water.

He lounged back lazily in the tub, his injured hand resting casually on the edge, watching with amusement as Summer was still psyching herself up. His lips lifted slowly, "Summer, the water's getting cold."

Summer took a deep breath, fanned her flushed face with her hand, picked up a clean white towel, and squatted beside the tub to help him bathe.

Her eyes were obedient, like a servant girl from ancient times attending to an emperor, focused entirely on his bandaged shoulder, carefully keeping his wound away from the water.

After the bath, Summer was about to grab a towel for him.

Suddenly, the man stood up from the bathtub, water droplets cascading down his chest, tracing the elegant lines of his body all the way down to his bare feet.

A spray of water splashed onto Summer's clothes as he

"Ah!

rose

Summer felt a jolt as if electrocuted! Waves of dizziness swept over her like a heatwave.

Without thinking, she blurted out, "You're sick, why do you still have such strong desires!"

Fraser's eyes darkened, towering above her, his gaze fixed on her heaving chest as she squatted down, his voice husky, "Because you're here.

Summer's eyes were frantic, her heartbeat accelerated, and she finally managed to say, "Hold back a little!"

After that, she stood up, grabbed a bathrobe, and wrapped him up tightly.

Ready to quickly escape the suffocating bathroom, she just lifted her foot.

The mon behind her anned his arms around har dander waist and lifted her un with ona hansi

A spin. The next second, she was seated on the marble vanity.

They were face-to-face.

Fraser stood assertively between her legs.

"What are you doing?"

Fraser looked at her intensely, "Kissing my adorable wife."

With that, Fraser placed his hand behind her head, leaned down, and his lips met hers with longing, desire, and a torrent of love, kissing her fiercely.

Maybe it had been too long since they had kissed. Maybe it was the familiar scent

of pine jenveloping her. Maybe their bodies craved each other.

Summer couldn't help but indulge, slowly closing her eyes.

They kissed obliviously in the bathroom, feeling the man's bold exploration.

Suddenly, Summer remembered something, abruptly opened her eyes, and grabbed his hand, stopping him.

"No.

Desire was evident in Fraser's eyes as he stared intently at her, his gaze burning, "Summer, I know you want it too."

Summer's eyes shimmered with turbulence, a hint of passion stirred by the man visible in them.

But she remembered Peter's advice.

She breathed heavily, “Your shoulder can't bear weight."

Fraser's fingertips sensuously rubbed her flushed lips, his voice low and enticing, whispering in her ear, "But I want to make you feel good."

After that, Fraser's lips curved into a sexy arc, and he slowly squatted down.

A suggestive and romantic atmosphere enveloped the bathroom, interspersed

with the woman's continuous, sweetly intoxicating moans.

Summer felt her entire body melt into a pool of spring water.

At last, she suddenly remembered something she read in a pregnancy handbook. Pregnant women experience strong hormonal surges. Turns out it's true.

The deep, quiet night, like water, flowed like a thin veil from the balcony, casting a hazy glow over the entire room, the atmosphere warm and tranquil.

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After a whole day of turmoil, she was exhausted.

 

She thought she wouldn't be able to sleep at the Graham Mansion, but at this moment, she was incredibly sleepy.

"Fraser...

Summer murmured.

Fraser's eyes were pitch-black, intently watching her, one hand gently stroking

her soft, curly hair, his voice as tender as water, "What is it?"

It was unclear whether the woman had already drifted into dreams.

Summer, with her eyes closed, softly said, "Good... night."

After a moment, the bed was still, only Summer's long, even breathing could be heard.

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The Graham Glam Slam

 

Summer slept quietly like a little kitten, and Fraser watched her for a while before leaning down and kissing her forehead gently.

"Good night, my dear Summer."

After a while, Fraser carefully lifted the covers.

He got up and walked out of the room. The gentle look in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by a flecting sharpness..

The Graham Mansion stood like a majestic castle, composed of the main house and four auxiliary buildings to the front, back, left, and right, all in a classic architectural style.

Fraser walked toward the back house, his demeanor regal, dressed in black, his steps cold and firm. He passed through the long corridor, crossed the back garden, and stopped in front of a

room.

Fraser pushed the door open.

Inside, Helen sat looking haggard on a mahogany chair, still dressed in the sophisticated, dark gray embroidered suit from the afternoon, her complexion looking terrible.

Helen wasn't surprised to see Fraser, with a black-framed picture of Maximus resting on her lap.

Fraser, hand in pocket, looked down at her from his towering height, his gaze deep and somber. "Why did you do these things to Summer?"

Helen's voice was hoarse and muddy, "It was Karena."

"Heh."

Fraser scoffed, his voice notably grim, "Without your permission, she dared to act?"

Helen had always been the matriarch of the Graham family.

She had always been high above, respected even by Maximus, never opposed by anyone. And now, her own grandson-

Her well-raised, obedient grandson. Pushing her repeatedly for a woman.

Thinking of this, Helen's face darkened even more.

"So what if I ordered it, Fraser, do you want me dead?"

Fraser's eyes suddenly darkened, and after a moment, his voice was ice-cold.

behind mulle mi,

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Clang! A loud noise.

Helen threw the picture frame of Maximus at Fraser.

Fraser coolly dodged, and the black frame smashed against the door, falling to the floor.

 

Helen was breathing heavily, shouting angrily, "Why should Summer move in? Don't you understand her motives? She's just using you to get back at me! This kind of woman, to let her into the Graham family, don't even think about it."

Fraser's icy brows didn't move, as if he already knew Summer's intentions.

He glanced at the fallen picture frame, unconcerned, his tone arrogant and fierce, "If she wants to play, I'll play with her. You'll just have to bear it. Otherwise, from now on, the Graham family will have no place for you, only Summer. And since grandfather has passed, if you want to enjoy your later

years, better behave, hmm?"

"Fraser!"

Helen, not expecting Fraser to be so ruthless, grabbed a dagger from the table and held it to her

own neck.

Fraser looked up displeased, a glint of menace in his eyes, and stated firmly, "You know I don't like threats. If you want to stab, I'll make sure your funeral is exquisite."

With that, Fraser turned and walked out without a second glance.

Clang! Helen's hand loosened instantly, the knife falling from her grasp, her gaze like a deep well in the desert, dry and desolate.

"Ah!....."

The next morning, Summer was awakened by the ringing of her phone. She groggily answered. It was Winston reporting.

"Ms. Stewart, the rumors about you and Mr. Lucas of the Aldridge Group are rampant online, severely affecting the company's operations. Since yesterday morning, nearly a hundred reporters have requested interviews."

Hearing this, Summer instantly woke up and sat up in bed.

At yesterday's press conference, she had only shared half the truth before leaving.

This led to the rumors about her and Lucas spreading.

But it couldn't have blown up to this extent in just one day!

"What's going on?" Summer asked.

Winston replied, "It's... the Aldridge Group confirmed it."

The Graham Glam Slam

 

The headlines read, “Aldridge Group confirms Lucas is also in a relationship with

Summer of the Stewart Group, wedding news imminent!"

"Shocking! Lucas is also the biological father of Summer's baby!"

"Match made in heaven, Aldridge Group elders agree to marry Summer!"

Summer clenched her phone tightly and instructed Winston, "With so many reporters wanting an interview, choose one from a major media outlet."

She needed to clarify things fast. Just as she hung up, Lucas' call came through again.

Chapter 309

A Toast to Trepidation

 

Summer hesitated for a moment but still answered the call. Lucas' voice carried a hint of apology.

"Summer, I'm sorry. I didn't clarify things with my family in time. My mom saw the press conference and thought you and I were really together, even having a child. That's how some reporters managed to twist her words," Lucas explained.

Summer didn't respond, and Lucas tentatively suggested.

"Summer, given your current situation, you need a boyfriend. Why not make a mistake into a blessing? I could be your boyfriend for the time being until you leave. It might help you fend off the gossip."

Summer lowered her eyelids and coldly declined.

"No need. I'll clear things up with an interview."

After hanging up, Summer took a moment to gather herself and looked around the room, only then remembering she was still in the Graham mansion.

She was alone in the room; Fraser wasn't there.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," Summer said.

Six servants in uniform entered, followed by a cart filled with rows of glamorous clothing and precious jewelry. They bowed deeply to Summer, who was still on the bed.

"Ms. Stewart, we are here to assist you in getting up.

Summer was a bit uncomfortable with the scene.

"That won't be necessary."

The servants bowed again. "Ms. Stewart, this is our duty. What are your plans for today? Will you be attending business functions, or perhaps a social or high- society event? A makeup artist will be available to attend to you based on your needs."

Summer was slightly taken aback.

The sound of casual, deep footsteps entered from the doorway. Fraser leaned lazily against the frame, arms crossed, leisurely observing the woman on the bed. Seeing him, Summer got out of bed and immediately went over to hold his hand.

"Let them leave; I can get up on my own."

Fracer'e dark avva fall in her foot and he froumed

A Toast to Trepidation

 

He picked up a pair of slippers from the floor, walked over to her, and knelt down. His long fingers grasped her delicate foot and slid it into the white furry slipp Summer felt the warmth from his fingertips and couldn't help but twitch her toes. After Fraser helped her put on her shoes, he stood up. "What's the matter?" Summer spoke softly, I'm not used to having so many people help me out of bed." Fraser's lips curved slightly, pinching her pale cheek affectionately. "Next month you'll officially

my wife; you'll have to get used to a little pampering."

be

Fraser waved his hand. "You can leave now."

The six servants bowed again and slowly exited, leaving the room suddenly quiet. Summer couldn't help but ask, "Is the Graham family always so... traditional?"

She caught herself before fully saying 'feudal, "Is this the usual custom here?"

Not only was the mansion built in a classical and stern style, but the entire atmosphere was meticulous and strictly ordered.

Summer had noticed since moving in yesterday.

The servants here were rigidly disciplined, often begging for mercy and admitting faults at the slightest provocation.

Fraser reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "The Graham Mansion has upheld traditions for over a hundred years. Generations of our family have lived here. After we're married, you can live wherever you want. If we stay here, we can change things to suit your preferences."

"Why?"

Fraser's eyes were deep as he looked straight into Summer's clear black eyes, saying earnestly, "Because you'll be my wife. I will grant you all the rights I possess."

Summer looked into his unfathomable eyes, feeling a complex mix of emotions.

If Fraser knew I was using him to get back at Helen, he would be so

disappointed... She thought, lowering her eyelids.

A little later, Summer washed up simply.

Thinking about the press interview she had today, she chose a Chanel white

tweed dress suit from the array of glamorous clothing pushed in earlier-simple yet elegantly proper.

Then, Fraser took her hand and they walked downstairs.

A Toast to Trepidation

 

Five or six well-trained servants stood quietly to the side, ready to provide attentive service.

At that moment, Helen sat at the head of the table, dressed in a dark purple elegant dress. The delicate silk material shimmered under the light, and she wore

a string of smooth pearls around her neck. Her silver hair was meticulously styled up.

Her normally cloudy eyes sharpened alarmingly when they landed on Summer, sending a chill down her spine.

 

Chapter 310

Battles over Breakfast

At one side of the dining table sat a middle-aged couple, the man in a neatly tailored, shimmering silver suit and the woman in a glamorous, regal dress.

These were Helen's nephew and niece.

 

Fraser, holding Summer's hand, walked confidently to the table, pulled out a chair, and had Summer sit beside him.

At this, August didn't even glance at Summer but smiled.

"Fraser, it's been a while. Thinking you were back, Sharon and I came early today to join Aunt Helen and you for breakfast."

In fact, they had received Helen's complaints the night before, alleging Fraser had rebelled, brought a "wild woman" back to the Graham Mansion, and, despite her objections, planned to marry her.

The Graham Mansion symbolized the heritage of generations of the Graham family.

Even girlfriends or fiancees weren't entitled to stay in the mansion without the formal status of a family lady.

Fraser's actions had blatantly broken the traditional rules of the Graham family.

Though the Shae Group wasn't as prominent as the Graham family, it was still a notable financial empire with numerous business dealings with them. August and Sharon also held a minor share in the Graham Group.

Although Fraser was now the head of the Graham Group, they were still his elders and veterans of the Graham family.

Fraser, lifting his eyelids slightly, responded indifferently, "Is that so?"

Sitting directly across from Summer, Sharon looked her over with a hint of scorn.

She's pretty enough, but such women are the most scheming. Using a child to climb up, even in this day and

age.

Fraser must have been momentarily soft-hearted because of the child to have been deceived by her.

Summer lifted her head, her gaze coldly meeting Sharon's disdainful look. So Helen has brought reinforcements.

Sharon smirked condescendingly, her tone mocking, "Of course, with changes in the Graham family, we had to come and see for ourselves."

Fraser sat back in his chair, his arm casually draped over the back of Summer's chair, his other

Battles over Breakfast

 

"Now that you're all here, let me introduce Summer, the mother of my child. We will be getting married next month."

At this, Sharon interjected displeasure.

*Fraser, I'm not criticizing you, but the Graham Group is one of Havenbrook's top families. Your marriage isn't that simple. A casual mention of marriage doesn't settle it."

With that, she gracefully motioned behind her, and a servant immediately handed her a tablet.

Sharon took it, opened it up, and tossed it on the table.

"So, your family owns the Stewart Group department stores, right? Honestly, they're hardly worth mentioning. And what about the rumors about Lucas? Wasn't he supposed to be the father of your child? Now it's Fraser? Miss, you're playing with fire juggling two men like that. Aren't you. worried about risking even those few stores you have?"

Summer saw Fraser's gaze drop to the trending news on the tablet.

Under the crystal chandelier, his long lashes hid the emotions in his eyes.

Summer's hand tightened. Just as she was about to speak, she heard the low, icy voice of the mant beside her.

"Since when is it your place to judge my woman?"

Sharon's face stiffened, meeting Fraser's sharp, warning gaze. A chill rose from her feet, and she dared not speak another word.

August took on an elder's demeanor, "Fraser, Sharon didn't mean it that way. We're just worried you're being deceived. You say you let a scandal-ridden woman move into the Graham Mansion; your grandfather would turn in his grave."

Fraser scoffed coldly, his voice unusually dark and chilling, "Why don't you go meet him and ask how exactly he would turn?"

Stung by the rebuke, August's face darkened, his tone somewhat harsh,

"As chairman of the Graham Group, your marriage affects the future of the Graham Group. Don't you care about the opinions of the shareholders and elders? If you want children, let this lady have them for the Graham family to raise, but not just anyone can take the place of your wife."

Sitting at the head of the table, Helen leaned back comfortably in her chair, a smug smile on her face.

Her narrow eyes slightly narrowed, venomous and cunning like a snake, she glared fiercely at

Summer.

Helen despised Summer! If not for her, her relationship with Fraser wouldn't have deteriorated like this.