Chapter 3

"Even if it were my heart, I'd have Garrett give it to you, let alone some animal!"

"To me, there's nothing and no one in this world more important than you."

Serenity gazed at Dashiell with deep emotion, her fingers gently caressing his lips.

Dashiell's lips quivered slightly, tears welling up in his eyes but never falling.

"Sister... Dashiell is so lucky! To be adopted and loved by you in this lifetime! Dashiell will never leave you again because of those worldly opinions!"

The two looked at each other passionately for a moment, then, unable to hold back any longer, they kissed breathlessly, with Serenity murmuring softly.

Their lips entangled fiercely, and they began to hungrily explore each other's bodies.

But at the last moment, Dashiell suddenly pushed away the heavily panting woman:

"No... Sister is no longer Dashiell's alone! You have Brother Garrett now! Dashiell doesn't want to share Sister's love with anyone else! I don't want to be the one who ruins someone else's family!" Serenity's eyes burned with desire as she spoke in a husky voice:

"Alright, don't worry Dashiell! Give me some time, I'll take care of everything and go back to being just Dashiell's darling!"

Doesn't want to be the third wheel breaking up someone else's family?

I almost laughed out loud hearing that.

Then what was his deal with asking me to give up the master bedroom, saying he was the rightful owner of that room?

The food had to be seasoned to his taste, and the daily routine had to accommodate his sleeping habits.

He dramatically produced a hospital report, tearfully explaining that he had left the country years ago due to a heart condition.

Serenity spent a fortune searching for suitable heart donors both domestically and abroad, even tricking me into taking a fertility test to draw my blood for compatibility matching.

My pet dog, sensing Dashiell's ill intentions towards me, always bared its teeth protectively in front of me.

He immediately went to Serenity, complaining about his heart failure symptoms.

Claiming that just hearing the dog bark made his heart race and want to vomit.

He leaned against Serenity, his body as limp as if boneless, only able to whimper and sob, completely appearing as if he'd been terrified.

Serenity's eyes rimmed red with concern, a fierce glare directed at me.

"Dashiell's heart condition is serious! You dare to bring that beast out to scare him! You snake-hearted man! I must teach you a lesson today!"

She carefully protected Dashiell and sent him into the bedroom. When she came out, she slapped me on both cheeks, leaving my mouth bleeding.

"Since you love dogs so much, I'll give you a few more!"

She ordered someone to buy red-eyed Tibetan Mastiffs from the slaughterhouse and lock them in the basement, then pushed me to the door.

"What are you doing?! Serenity, have you gone mad?! Tibetan Mastiffs eat people!"

Serenity looked as if she'd heard something funny, her face cold:

"Aren't you the best at training dogs? Surely you're not afraid of a few Tibetan Mastiffs?"

I clutched the doorknob tightly, struggling to beg her for mercy.

"Now you're scared? Weren't you so proud when you were frightening Dashiell earlier?"

She turned away coldly, no longer listening to any of my explanations.

As Serenity's silhouette was about to disappear, I heard her tell the butler:

"No matter what sounds you hear, don't open the door. This kind of person is best at pretending!"

At this moment, while Dashiell and Serenity were still grinding and bumping against each other through their clothes, the butler rushed in panicked:

"Ms. Carlisle, it's terrible! The master... the master is gone..."