Now, just a light jacket was enough.
Caitlin wore a soft pink sweater that flattered her complexion, making her look even younger than she really was—at that moment, she could easily have passed for seventeen or eighteen.
As they strolled through the neighborhood, Fortune kept running into old friends. With a hint of pride, he’d announce, “Yes, yes, this is my granddaughter!”
Caitlin smiled politely, greeting Fortune’s friends with genuine warmth.
“Kensington, how old is your granddaughter this year?” someone asked.
“Twenty,” Fortune replied.
“Twenty?” The woman’s eyes lit up with interest. “Well, I never would have guessed! She’s so pretty. Say, how about I introduce her to someone?”
The speaker was Carole, whom Fortune had met during morning walks in the park.
Before Fortune could interject, Carole hurried on, “My grandson—he’s twenty-nine. Tall, six-foot-three, and incredibly handsome. Only nine years older than your granddaughter. Has a master’s degree, works for a big company, and already manages a whole department!”
She beamed with pride.
Her grandson was the total package: smart, successful, tall, and good-looking. Wherever he went, he turned heads. The only trouble was, he was so picky that none of the girls he’d met over the years made the cut. Carole was desperate for great-grandchildren, and the moment she saw Caitlin, she was sure this was exactly her grandson’s type.
From Carole’s perspective, Caitlin would be crazy not to fall for him. After all, her grandson was a rare catch—truly one in a million.
All that was left was for Caitlin to agree.
Carole whipped out her phone. “Sweetheart, let’s add each other on WhatsApp. I’ll send you my grandson’s contact—you can message him directly.”
Normally, the guy would reach out to the girl first. But Carole’s grandson was such a prize, he couldn’t possibly be the one to initiate. No, Caitlin had to be the one to add him.
Otherwise, wouldn’t it look like he was chasing her?
“Oh, no, no, Carole, thank you for your kindness,” Fortune jumped in, waving his hand. “But my granddaughter’s still in school. She’s not looking to date right now.”
Carole stared at him, stunned. Did she just hear that right? Her perfect grandson… rejected?
Was Kensington feeling alright? Was he out of his mind?
“Kensington, maybe you didn’t catch what I said,” Carole pressed, a note of disbelief in her voice. “My grandson has a master’s degree! He’s already a manager at a top company. Are you sure you don’t want your granddaughter to add him?”
“You have no idea—there are girls who’d love to get his contact, but they can’t!”
She’d gone out of her way to offer this golden opportunity, and Fortune had the nerve to turn it down. What was he thinking? Did he look down on her grandson?
Sure, Caitlin was pretty enough, but nothing else about her stood out. She should be thanking her lucky stars to meet a man like Carole’s grandson!
In her eyes, Fortune had always been gentle, never one to lose his temper.
But today, Caitlin saw a new side of him.
A little embarrassed, Fortune rubbed the back of his head. “I didn’t scare you just now, did I?”
“Not at all,” Caitlin replied with a shake of her head.
Fortune breathed a sigh of relief. “Good.”
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The Capital.
Inside the hospital.
Raven struggled to open her eyes.
The moment she did, Mrs. Cartwright rushed to her side, her voice full of concern. “Raven, are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” Raven said, gripping her mother’s hand tightly. “Mom, I… I think I just had a terrible nightmare! In my dream, I was bitten by a Ridge Viper. My face was ruined, I went blind—it was awful!”

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