Leah stumbled a bit, her body swayed but was swiftly supported by the man.

During the late spring season, she had just bathed, her skin was smooth like satin, the man’s hot palm held her arm, feeling somewhat restless, he asked hoarsely, "Did you fall down?"

Leah stepped back, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed, looking at the man who didn’t resemble a prestigious Major General at all, she said coldly, "Have you always known my identity? Did you approach me on purpose?"

Richard Shaw noticed her guarded expression, his tea-colored eyes lowered as he spoke deeply, "That day I took Little Ze to the Mausoleum Site to pay respects, and after our chance meeting, I learned your identity. I am no longer the Army Major General I once was, I don’t want to meddle in the Golden Triangle and Military District affairs. I moved into your home with a purpose, simply because you look like my wife."

The last sentence was spoken with deep affection.

Richard Shaw’s grip subtly tightened on the wheelchair’s armrest, he had countless methods and strategies to possess someone, yet he couldn’t bear to; misunderstandings abound between them, so he’d rather awkwardly choose the most difficult path.

He will be honest, regardless of what her choice is. For the rest of his life, he will stay by her side unwaveringly.

Leah was momentarily taken aback by his candid words, furrowing her brow as she recalled Delphine mentioning his deep love and loyalty to his deceased wife, explaining his solitary retirement and ascetic lifestyle were because of her early passing.

Though she and her brother differed from the Military District’s stance, she indeed misunderstood his identity, and despite living together for so long, he hadn’t schemed against her; perhaps it truly was because she resembled his wife. After all, Richard Shaw, no matter how cunning, wouldn’t involve his own son just for Military District affairs.

Leah recalled being chased around the busy area on the eighth day of the month, gritting her teeth as she asked, "You’re resigned, why did you chase me on the eighth?"

Was he settling old scores? The man smiled with a hint of bitterness, replying softly, "I was wrong, how about you chase me?"

Why does that sound so awkward? Leah snorted coldly, thinking it was a dream for her to chase him.

"Leah." Seeing her lingering anger, the man felt unease inside, unsure of the repercussions after revealing his true identity, he grasped her slender arm, speaking deeply and earnestly, "I am a cripple now, cannot pose any threat to you, nor should you worry about me harming you. Although you look alike my wife, I know I am not worthy of you, it’s merely a wishful longing to stay by your side and care for you."

"As long as I’m around, you and your brother will be safe and sound." He solemnly promised.

Leah again was dumbfounded, seeing this renowned Army Major General, despite his long resignation, was a member of the Imperial City’s prestigious Shaw Family, suddenly so humbled, she didn’t know how to react.

Leah was someone who didn’t bend easily; she could fight fiercely, but if treated well, she reciprocated deeply.

With Richard Shaw’s words, she immediately let go of the events on the eighth day.

"Enough, I won’t hold the events of the eighth against you, after all, I have been eating the meals you cooked." Leah waved her hand nonchalantly, "Now that you’re Richard Shaw, why don’t you treat your leg? Don’t you care about your future?"

"All I want is to cook for you every day, my future doesn’t matter." The man’s handsome and cold face displayed a gentle smile, his voice low and tender.

Holding a basket of clothes and toiletries, Leah was slightly blushing from his words akin to a confession, luckily it was night, she coughed lightly, saying, "Your cooking skills aren’t bad, indeed not bad."

With that, she briskly walked inside.

Returning to her room, Leah buried her head into the blanket. What was this, it’s not like she hasn’t been confessed to before, even if it is her former nemesis, she shouldn’t lose composure like this.

If Griffith Squire knew, he would be furious and grab a knife. Leah sighed softly, her thoughts wandered until late into the night before finally falling asleep, thinking before dozing off that Richard Shaw’s leg must be treated no matter what.

Early the next morning, Swallow cheerfully came to the cabin, delivering fresh produce.

Leah was returning from a walk nearby and upon seeing Swallow, waved her hand.

"Madam, Miss Squire." Swallow almost addressed her wrongly, quickly stopping, smiling, "You’re up so early?"

"The air is good here, the birds woke me early." Leah laughed, "Old Richard lives here, are you the one taking care of him daily?"

Swallow hurriedly shook his head, saying, "The Major General was going to send me away, I stayed shamelessly. Not really taking care, just running errands."

"What’s wrong with his leg? Can it be treated?" Leah asked, she couldn’t ask Griffith Squire about Richard Shaw’s matters, so she asked Swallow.

Swallow widened his eyes seeing she truly didn’t remember, cautiously saying, "It was an accident six years ago, the Major General suffered a gunshot wound and has been unwilling to treat his leg, so it’s been delayed. It definitely can be treated, Miss Squire, could you advise the Major General? If you persuade him, he will certainly listen."

Six years ago? Leah furrowed her brow and nodded, saying, "I’ll give it a try. His reluctance to treat his leg, is it related to his wife?"

Swallow was delighted she was willing to advise the Major General, nodded somewhat ambiguously, saying, "In short, Miss Squire, only your words will the Major General listen to now."

After speaking, Swallow scampered away.

Watching him leave, Leah pursed her lips and entered the living room, glancing up to see the man busy in the kitchen, though seated in a wheelchair, his back was straight, his profile cold and resolute, with an air of tranquility between his brows.

Standing at the door, Leah watched him busy quietly, feeling a sudden inexplicable soreness inside. She had heard of Richard Shaw’s reputation, a boy genius with splendid military achievements, Griffith Squire regarded him as a major threat. After resigning, he’s nearly disappeared, who would have thought he would retreat to a cabin near the outskirts of Imperial City, living like this?

From the pinnacle of life, the top of the pyramid, to the bottom, ordinary people couldn’t endure it, let alone someone like him, yet he seemed to manage remarkably.

"Richard Shaw." She called out.

The man’s body paused, turning around, his tea-colored eyes slightly deepened, replying lowly, "Hmm?"

"Let’s treat your leg." Leah smiled slightly, her almond-shaped eyes squinted, smile carefree and free-spirited, "I’m going to Switzerland for a surgery, why don’t you come along, maybe your leg can stand again?"

The man steadily gazed at her, his eyes faintly moist, and after a long while, made a muffled sound from his throat, saying, "Okay."