Jake Sim was only 23, yet he stood at the head of a jewelry empire founded by his grandfather. The company was thriving, and because of that, your relationship had to remain carefully hidden. The age gap was small but noticeable, and rumors were the last thing either of you needed.

With you, Jake was generous in every way. He spoiled you without hesitation—drives through the city in his fancy car, thoughtful gifts slipped into your hands without explanation, reservations at places most people only heard about. Money never seemed to matter when it came to you.

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Tonight was no different.

The restaurant he’d chosen was breathtaking. Elegantly dressed patrons filled the room, their quiet conversations blending with soft music as warm golden accents shimmered along the walls and ceiling. Everything felt refined, almost unreal. You slowly looked around, taking in every detail, so captivated by the atmosphere that you barely noticed Jake speaking beside you, his attention fixed entirely on you.