Butler Thorne had been waiting in the distance, but despite waiting and waiting, Isabelle Willow never brought Jude Crawford back. Butler Thorne had a very bad premonition, and this feeling grew stronger and stronger. He kept thinking that Isabelle Willow was unusually quiet, neither crying nor panicking. There was an air of tranquility around her, like a wisp of smoke, ready to vanish at any moment. "Something’s wrong, something’s happened!" Butler Thorne murmured urgently, then rushed over as quickly as he could. When he arrived, his steps slowly halted, and he froze. Not far away, Jude Crawford still sat in his wheelchair, as if peacefully asleep. Isabelle Willow lay with her head on his lap, her eyes closed, already... no longer breathing. Isabelle Willow followed Jude Crawford, one leading, one following. Strangely, Isabelle Willow bore no signs of injury; she simply passed away naturally. These two had been entangled all their lives; now the scene was surprisingly gentle and tender, with maple leaves swirling continuously through the air. Butler Thorne was stunned. At this moment, the sound of a wooden fish being knocked echoed from somewhere, and in the distance, the ancient bell tower continued to chime incessantly. The sound was clear and ethereal, striking straight to the heart. Butler Thorne looked up and saw an elderly monk with an otherworldly aura, treading lightly, coming down the path. The monk gazed at Jude Crawford and Isabelle Willow, shaking his head gently, "Deep affection but shallow fate, shallow fate yet deep affection; so be it, let me grant you another turn of reincarnation." Today, under a clear blue sky, the matriarch of the Crawford family went to the temple to burn incense and pray, accompanied by the Crown Prince of the Crawford family, Jude Crawford. At this time, Jude Crawford was in the prime of his youth, excelling in the business arena, strikingly handsome as ever. Draped in a black cloak, he stood elegantly, drawing the attention of the passing devotees, particularly the young girls who blushed as they stole glances at him. However, he looked neither left nor right, being accustomed to such admiring gazes, his thin lips pressed lightly together, naturally aloof. "Which young lord is this, shining so brightly? Sir, I see fate has brought us together; let me give you a fortune’s token of love today." At this time, a sage-like monk approached him, speaking with a smile. Jude Crawford, not believing in Buddhism, turned and walked away. Chapters fırst released on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 "Sir, take it." But the monk was quicker, as if rehearsed, directly pressing the fortune token of love into his hand. Jude Crawford did not take it; the token slipped to the ground, landing right at his feet. He glanced down, seeing a line of Sanskrit on it. "CEO, there is a high-level business meeting held later; we need to return," said the secretary as he approached. Jude Crawford glanced expressionlessly at the monk, then turned and left. Jude Crawford led the secretary toward the luxury car, when a sharp, harsh voice suddenly rang out beside them, "Isabelle Willow, you are just the Willow family’s illegitimate daughter, a little bastard. If not for your slight usefulness, I’d have long destroyed you and your shameless mother. Here’s the money for you, take it!" With a whoosh, a stack of money scattered through the air, landing all over the ground. "Boss, there’s a girl picking up money over there," the secretary whispered behind him. Jude Crawford did not look over, showing no interest in the girl. His resolute steps did not pause at all, his thin lips lifting indifferently, "Secretary Sutton, is your focus on the girl or the money? Do you need time to deal with it?" Secretary Sutton behind him broke into a cold sweat, "..." Jude Crawford reached the luxury car, where the secretary opened the rear door, ready for him to step inside. Just then, a clear, pleasant voice called out, "Sir!" Jude Crawford paused, raising his head to see a cool and stunning small face suddenly and forcefully break into his sight. In her youthful beauty, Isabelle Willow looked at him, gently curling her red lips into a tender and intimate smile, "Sir, you’re stepping on my money!" Jude Crawford looked at the girl before him, recalling the Sanskrit on the fortune token: "You are making noise, she is smiling, together journeying through eternity." At this moment, the ancient bell atop the temple tower resounded once more. To love someone, to guard a city, a lifetime is only enough to love one person. A regret of the past life, a fulfillment in the present life. If the heavens have feelings, they, too, would grow old. (End of the Reincarnation Chapter) (End of the Crawford-Willow Chapter) Hayden Crawford, with Serena Sterling and Caroline Sloan, was returning to Bayside. Throughout the journey, Serena felt restless, as if something had happened. Serena lay by the window, and unbeknownst to her, it had already started raining outside, a persistent drizzle that made the cold even more biting. "Mr. Crawford, it’s raining," Serena murmured. At that moment, a warmth enveloped her shoulders as Hayden draped his black coat over her, "Yes, it’s raining. Serena, why are your hands so cold?" Serena was indeed feeling cold, without knowing why. She rested her little head on Hayden’s broad shoulder, "It’s nothing." Hayden had the driver increase the car’s temperature, then wrapped his strong arm around her, using his warmth to soothe her, "Then let me hold you; it won’t be cold after a while." "Mhm!" Serena nodded; only in Hayden’s embrace did her unease slightly ease. Soon, they arrived back in Bayside, where the weather was sunny and clear, in stark contrast to their journey. They drove to the places they once frequented. Taking in the scenery outside, Hayden frowned slightly with confusion, "Serena, why do I feel like I’ve been here before?" This familiar feeling baffled him, as if he had gone back in time. "..." Serena thought, Silly, of course you find it familiar; this is my home. More than four years ago, I had brought you back here! Here, they had spent some of the sweetest times together, and her...first experience was right here with him. Soon, the luxury car stopped, and Corvus said, "Master, we have arrived." Hayden and Serena got out of the car, with Caroline Sloan emerging from the vehicle behind them. Together, they returned to the old haunt. Throughout the journey, Caroline stayed anxious, already convinced that Serena knew everything. This was, after all, the place where Serena had grown up. She feared that this trip to Bayside was Serena’s plan to expose her in front of Hayden. Caroline thought of escaping at the opportune moment, but Serena, having seen through her scheme, had assigned people to keep her under close watch, so tightly that not even a mosquito could escape. Facing such a clever and peerless opponent as Serena, Caroline found herself quite exasperated.