These flowers... So many flowers, all for the maniac alone? Amelia Shaw clearly felt the stabbing pain emanating from her Heart. So, this is how intense heartache feels. She leaned against the stair handrails, her gaze fixed blankly on the roses being cleared away like garbage. These were gifts from a man trying to please a woman. But that woman didn’t seem to appreciate the gesture. Ha Ha, how ridiculous. What she wholeheartedly yearned for, the maniac obtained effortlessly. She received them yet didn’t cherish them, but Thomas Shannon still pampered her. Without comparison, there is no harm. Both issued rejections, so why was the maniac treated so differently? Amelia Shaw felt she was about to collapse. She couldn’t bear to see the maniac anymore; otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to restrain her jealousy. The consequence of jealousy is madness... a madness that knows no bounds. It took more than half an hour for several servants to clean away all the roses. The floor was wiped spotless, as reflective as a mirror. If one hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, no one would have guessed this place had been filled with fiery red roses just half an hour before. Amelia Shaw sat on the sofa. She sat there blankly, her head empty, in a daze. A servant hurried in from outside, approached Amelia Shaw, and informed her, "Miss Shaw, Young Master requests your presence at the swimming pool for serving." Amelia Shaw thought she must have misheard. "What did you say?" "Young Master is at the swimming pool; he asks for you to be there, serving." Happiness had come too suddenly; Amelia Shaw couldn’t quite believe it. She stood up excitedly. "Is Thomas Shannon... really saying this?" The servant nodded. "Yes, Miss Shaw. You’d better go quickly; don’t keep Young Master waiting." Amelia Shaw began to regret it. Why hadn’t she brought a swimsuit? It was a definite oversight. She returned to her bedroom, changed into an extremely thin, slightly transparent skirt, and then went downstairs. In the swimming pool, the man’s agile form glided through the water like a beluga whale poised to strike—fierce and solitary. Amelia Shaw stood by the swimming pool. The sun cast a golden sheen on the water’s surface, its shimmering light reflecting onto her face. She held a bath towel, the scorching sun beating down on Mother Earth. Heat waves rolled towards her. Watching the man in the pool, she turned, handed the bath towel to a nearby maidservant, and then dived into the water. Water splashed. Amelia Shaw surfaced, slicking her hair back with one hand. "Thomas..." With her light makeup, she looked like a lotus gracing clear water—her skin fair and flawless, her smile warm and sweet. She exuded a sweet, candy-like fragrance. She moved slowly, swimming over to Thomas Shannon. Boldly, she reached out and took his hand. The man surfaced, his handsome face glistening with water. Clear water droplets rolled down his cool, stern features. Amelia Shaw smiled. "I’ll accompany you." "Hmm," Thomas Shannon responded faintly, pulling his hand from hers and continuing to swim. Amelia Shaw followed, swimming behind him. After swimming a couple of laps, she grew tired and leaned against the pool wall to rest. The man, however, seemed tireless, swimming lap after lap. Chapters fırst released on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 His powerful arms, enticing chest and abs, and strong, long legs—every part of him was incredibly alluring. Amelia Shaw felt a pang of regret. Why, oh why, did I refuse him at that time? If not for that rejection at that time, I would be the mistress enjoying this perfect body now.