Hugh's POVUpon hearing my agreement, Monica Shepherd, my benefactress, paused mid-drag on her cigarette. She then turned to look at me, chuckling softly before blowing a plume of smoke right into my face. She drawled playfully, asking, "What's the matter, Hugh? Did I upset you?"I held her gaze through the hazy smoke, looking completely serious. "I'm doing what you told me to do, so shouldn't you be happy about it?" Monica held my gaze for a couple of seconds, her expression unreadable. She then let out a sudden, mocking laugh and rose to her feet with a languid air. "You'd better stay in your lane; being my husband isn't something you should ever think about, Hugh. It was such a simple truth, yet in my past life, I stubbornly refused to heed the advice. I was a poor student sponsored by Monica, who had encountered me at the age of 16 years old while accompanying her grandfather, Darren Shepherd, to the countryside. I was only 12 years old back then, an age when I should have
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