Married to Mason Crawford for two years, Summer Thorne became the city's notorious jinx.
As the legitimate Mrs. Crawford, she could only watch helplessly as her own family went bankrupt and her father was convicted, with no one willing to lend a hand.
Mason Crawford looked at her coldly: "Summer Thorne, do you think anyone in Valois would dare to help you if I didn't give the word?"
Everyone watched her hit dead ends everywhere, bruised and battered, standing by with cold indifference.
Until that snowy night in the deep mountains, she was tricked by others and left to walk alone in the snow, when a man on horseback galloped over, pulled her onto his steed, and wrapped her in his embrace.

*

The first time they met, she lit a cigarette for him;
The next time they met, he said, "Miss Thorne, how much are you planning to spend to buy me?"
Timothy York, a gentleman from a prestigious family—upright, dignified, aloof, and noble, a man who had never made a single misstep, praised by everyone in Valois.
Yet, on that one day, Summer Thorne was photographed leaving Timothy York's residence early in the morning.
The entire city was in an uproar.
The most unattainable flower of Valois had actually stolen another man's wife!

*

Everyone said Summer Thorne was a master of seduction, but they received Timothy York's four-word reply—
"I initiated it."
The wind rose in Sombren Forest, and snow fell into his arms.
From the very beginning, it was he who initiated it.

Ivan Gray faltered for a second. "If you stopped messing around, your uncle wouldn't be so terrifying."


"No, no, no." Simon Keats shook his head repeatedly. "It didn't matter how much I messed around before; I was never afraid of him. But now, I live every day in terror, walking on eggshells, and I'm still scared of him. These are two completely different situations. You've been by his side longer than anyone. Don't tell me you haven't noticed."


"So you decided to pull a stunt like this? Have you even thought about the consequences?"


"What other choice did I have?" Simon Keats said. "The only person I could think of to break this deadlock was Summer Thorne... Do you have any idea how much effort it took to convince that moron of a brother of hers? If even she can't fix this, then I'll just accept my fate—"


Hearing this, Ivan Gray paused for a few seconds before saying slowly, "Then you'd better accept your fate."


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