Liam flushed. He had expected her to praise his father. Instead, she lifted her hands.
The Weight of Silk
That night, Liam couldn't sleep. The penthouse was silent, but he felt the weight of the building beneath him—the factories, the machines, the women bent over tables at 3 AM. son of a rich vietsub
Liam was what the gossip pages called a "Cậu ấm" —a young master. He spent his mornings sleeping off champagne hangovers and his nights at rooftop bars in District 2, surrounded by models and other heirs. His life was a gilded cage, but he never tried the lock. Why would he? The silk sheets were soft. Liam flushed
Bà Huống không đứng dậy. Bà nhìn ông Tân với đôi mắt đã đục vì đục thủy tinh thể. "Tân," bà nói, giọng như chiếc lá khô. "Đây là thằng cu nhà mày à? Thằng đã đâm hỏng chiếc Mercedes tháng trước?" The Weight of Silk That night, Liam couldn't sleep