---- Chapter 101 Tara was suddenly pulled into Soren's arms. She panicked and pushed him away, taking two steps back as she looked around to see if anyone was watching. When she saw no one was around, she finally relaxed. Soren shoved the car keys into her hand. "Take them. You don't have to drive it; you can sell it if you want." Tara refused to accept it and tried to give the keys back. Soren wouldn't let her reject it. He spoke in a slow, lazy drawl.

"If you don't take it, I won't hold back in front of others." Tara thought about the million -dollar necklace Shawn had given her. She quietly kept the keys in her hands and stopped resisting. When Soren saw she'd given in, he reached out and pinched her cheek affectionately. He said, "You don't have to feel awkward about accepting a gift. Once we're together , what's mine is yours. What's yours stays yours."" Tara didn't believe him.

Although she never dated in her past life, she had watched her friends and family get married and have kids. ---- People say these sorts of sweet nothings when in love. But when things soured, they wouldn't even look at each other. Tara kept the keys. The car had been in the villa's garage the whole time. She planned to return it with the necklace Shawn had given her when she quit. Seeing her silent, Soren couldn't resist kissing her on the cheek. He leaned down.

With his eyes locked on her, he said softly, "Why are you so lovable?" Tara blushed. He was leaning in to kiss her again. She quickly stepped back and ran toward the elevator. Soren straightened up and watched her run off. With a faint smile, he called out, "Slow down, I'm not chasing you. If she was this shy from just a kiss, in the future... Soren's gaze darkened. It looked like his self-control would be tested. At 8:30 pm, heavy rain began to fall under the night sky.

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---- The raindrops were so large that they made a faint tapping sound when they hit the skin. Tara, Betty, and the others rushed to move all the flowers from the backyard into the villa before the storm hit. After clocking out, Tara was heading to her room when she glanced out the floor-to-ceiling window at the storm. In over a month, it would be Thanksgiving. Tara felt emotional. Just as she turned toward her room, a Cullinan stopped at the villa entrance.

The driver stepped out with two umbrellas, opened one, and held the back door open. Lance's tall frame came into view. His refined presence and striking looks were impossible to miss. Tara watched as Lance held an umbrella and walked toward the front steps. She was about to dash for her room, as she didn't want to run into Lance. Through the rain, Tara saw Stella roll out from the corner in a wheelchair. The latter called out loudly in the rain, " Mr. Swain, please wait!" Lance stopped.

Tara froze mid-step by the window, her eyes wide. Was that Stella? ---- Stella sat soaked in the pouring rain, looking at Lance as he turned to face her. She cried and said, "Mr. Swain, can you help me one more time, please?" Lance remained silent. Only the sound of rain hitting the ground filled the air. Stella's face was soaked with rain. She wiped her tears and rainwater away while sobbing miserably. "T'lL.. I'll turn over a new leaf." Lance looked down at her from under the umbrella.

His eyes were cold and filled with disdain. Stella cried even more pitifully at his silence. She looked delicate and beautiful. Her pale face in the rain could make anyone watching feel sorry for her. She continued to plead, "Can you help me one more time, please?" Lance finally spoke. "Since you're hurt, you should go home and rest." Stella heard his slow, steady tone and knew he was turning her down. She thought Lance would help her and that he would feel reluctant to let her go.

---- But it seemed that she was wrong. As he made to leave again, Stella called out to him once more, "Wait!"