Leah lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes casting a small fan-shaped shadow. Her delicate and beautiful face flashed with a hint of deep thought, a bit at a loss.

Seeing this, Delphine knew that Leah still had feelings for Richard Shaw. It was only because Griffith Squire disagreed that she hesitated; otherwise, with Leah’s personality, she would have left gracefully long ago.

"Find a time to talk with Griffith Squire. If it’s not a matter of national enmity and family resentment, and you like him, then be with him. I think Major General Shaw is a faithful man," Delphine said, always having a good impression of Richard Shaw, at least in terms of relationships, where he always accommodated Leah more.

Unlike her relationship with Ignatius Leclair, where Ignatius was always the one in control, forcing her.

"For people like us, missing the person we like probably means being lonely till the end of our lives," Delphine laughed.

Leah chuckled at these words and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Isn’t that true? But I heard he wasn’t very good to me before, so I’ll let him wait for a while. I’ll see if he can be tamed over time, and how it goes later will depend on my mood."

Men like Ignatius Leclair are completely untamable. Over the years, not only had he been cold and authoritarian, but he also turned ruthless. Seeing how much suffering Delphine had endured made this clear. Leah didn’t say this, afraid it would upset her, but fortunately, Richard Shaw was much better than Ignatius Leclair.

Leah thought for a moment. Perhaps Richard Shaw had been too dull before, not to mention there was another "white moonlight." Their relationship wasn’t good, which is why they considered divorce. There shouldn’t be any deep-seated grievances, as they had already been married; it couldn’t be that melodramatic. This thought made her feel a little relieved.

"You should find a chance to talk to him. It’s been suspended for quite some days. Thanks to Richard Shaw’s good nature, any other man would have been anxious by now." Delphine couldn’t help but recall how Ignatius Leclair had kidnapped her to a villa in the middle of the night for not paying attention to him, and suddenly the smile on her lips vanished, her face growing colder.

"Alright, alright, I’ll find time to talk to him later." Leah rested her head on Delphine’s shoulder, coquettishly saying, "I’m starting to wonder if you’ve taken favors from Richard Shaw, since you speak well of him every day."

After the two tidied up the kitchen, they saw two equally outstanding, but stylistically distinct, young heirs sitting by the small tea table playing Go.

Casimir Shaw, with his younger siblings, was playing a lock-picking game. After a round, Casimir felt speechless. Little Benjamin, with his cuteness and naivete, only sweetly praised his brother’s skill, while Nicholas Carter played as if he was a prodigy.

After Nicholas cleared the game, Casimir’s eyes widened, questioning if Nicholas was really only four years old.

"Brother Casimir, this game has hints," little Nicholas pointed to the various English hints on top, revealing an innocent, scholarly smile on his pretty face.

Casimir nearly choked on his frustration, weakly saying, "Brother Nicholas, I can’t teach you anymore. See you in the rivers and lakes; let’s team up to tackle monsters next time."

Seeing the two groups getting along well, Leah went upstairs to take a bath. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw a man sitting on the sofa in the bedroom, flipping through a book, looking handsome and relaxed.

Leah was so startled by him that her heart almost jumped out. She scolded coquettishly, "Why didn’t you make any noise when you came in?"

The room was warm like spring with the heater on. She had just finished bathing and was wearing a robe that exposed her graceful clavicle and half her jade-like calf, her skin white as snow, lips red as fire, beautiful enough to unsettle anyone.

Richard Shaw took just one look and then averted his gaze, saying in a low voice, "I knocked, but you didn’t respond, so I came in."

Leah snorted softly, wiping her wet hair, muttering, "This is Delphine’s house, why did you come upstairs so casually?"

"You’ve been living here quite a while. Are you planning to move out?" Richard Shaw’s gaze fell on her ten snow-white adorable toes, his eyes darkening. She was beautiful all over, and he could never get enough. Since returning from Switzerland, they hadn’t had much chance to meet, let alone be intimate.

Richard Shaw hadn’t thought about that before, but being alone with her, and her dressing so scantily, unexpectedly stirred such thoughts. Yet the time and place were inappropriate, making him somewhat frustrated.

During this time, not only was Richard Shaw frustrated, but even Ignatius Leclair was frustrated. With these two women living together, they were relegated to the Cold Palace.

"We’ll see when the time comes." Leah also thought that living so long here wasn’t suitable, especially since Delphine had to look after two kids, and every time Ignatius Leclair came to pick up the kids, he didn’t give her a good look.

"Grandma mentioned you today. She’s getting older, but her love for you over the years isn’t any less than her love for me. Only fearing to frighten you, she refrained from visiting," Richard Shaw stood up, his tall figure vaguely enveloping her, speaking lowly, "Leah, maybe out of some kindness, could you visit Grandma more often?"

His words softened Leah’s heart a bit. She had always felt a closeness to the Shaw family’s grandmother. But she still had emotional knots. If she interacted closely with Grandma Shaw, wouldn’t it imply she’s agreed to be with Richard Shaw? Although they were currently together, weren’t they going through a breakup?

Leah slightly furrowed her brows, coldly questioned, "Then tell me, if I were your ex-wife, how did we end up divorcing out of the blue, and what was with the accident? Were you having an affair or did you abuse me?"

Richard Shaw’s face grew a bit frostier. He tightened his hold around her soft waist, restraining himself from kissing her, inhaling the fragrance from her post-bath skin, his breath a bit heavy, "It was all a misunderstanding. These things are a long story. In the little cabin, there are the diaries I’ve written over the years. Once you read them, you’ll understand."

Leah thought of the diary in her bag but had been procrastinating, still not having read it, adopting an ostrich-like mentality.

She narrowed her dark, almond-shaped eyes, noticing the man’s tense body, his curious breathing, and in her eyes glimmered a tiny, mischievous glint, taunting, "I want to hear you say it yourself. Are you a man who can’t own up to his actions?"

Richard Shaw hummed lowly, shifting his focus, and indeed narrated the events from those years—from the time at the Landon family, marrying him at eighteen, pregnant at twenty, gave birth, to encountering accidents, leaving out Leah’s link to the Cox Family but even subtly touching on Luna Lawrence.

It wasn’t Richard’s intention to downplay; rather, early on, Luna was merely a tool to numb his emotions, holding little significance, and over the years, she had turned into a mere symbol, forgotten.

While narrating, Richard Shaw gently dried her wet hair with a towel.

At first, Leah listened calmly, but as he continued, mentioning how he left her bed on Chinese New Year’s Eve to see the "white moonlight," and how many subsequent events involved that white moonlight, she stood abruptly, upset and clutching her heart, mocking him with a smile, "Richard Shaw, you’re so sentimental. Why don’t you go marry your white moonlight then?"