As the Ferrari pulled to the side of the road, Prinsley leaned motionless against the window, tears in her eyes, staring blankly ahead.When Mark thought about the way that couple had treated the woman he cared about, a wave of heartache coursed through his veins. He wished he could turn around and teach them a good lesson.It's just the Warner Group? What's so great about it?!With a firm grip, Mark slammed the steering wheel.The loud thud snapped Prisley out of her daze. "Ah, are we home? Thanks for driving me back," she said, hastily wiping away her tears and unbuckling her seat belt.Mark escorted her to the entrance of the building. He was tenderhearted at the sight of her fragile demeanor. He gently guided Prisley upright."Prisley, I don't need to know what happened between you and this man, but I won't let anyone manipulate you. If you're in trouble, tell me. I'll fix it."Looking up into his caring and concerned eyes, Prisley felt a wave of gratitude. It was so good to be car
Prisley had been hit, scared, and cried her heart out all day. She was utterly exhausted and was drifting off to sleep within minutes. She vaguely felt someone beside her, and her silk robe being removed.Instinctively, she pulled the blanket tight around herself. "Heath, no... please..."A pair of warm lips gently kissed her cheek. "Don’t worry, I won’t touch you."She smelled a pleasant herbal scent and then felt a coolness on her skin, followed by warmth. A hand moved gently over her body, applying a soothing ointment.She was too tired to open her eyes. Using the last bit of her consciousness, she murmured, "Thanks, Heath..."Heath, now in a robe, was applying the medicine. "I get injured sometimes while playing sports too. This ointment is really good." His voice was deep and soothing, like a mountain stream, calming and cool.The room was lit with a soft light, making Heath’s chiseled features appear gentle and filled with warmth."Mark and I are just friends. We met today. His m
The next morning, Prisley woke up alone in bed. The pain from the collision seemed more pronounced today, and the scabbed wounds on her skin felt tight, causing sharp pain with any movement.She struggled to turn over, sensing a faint herbal scent on her body.She vaguely remembered Heath applying ointment to her yesterday. It made her somewhat happy. Is everything okay now? she wondered.So much had happened in the past few days; it was more mentally exhausting than rushing projects at work. Heath hadn't contacted her since, so Prisley decided to indulge in a day of rest.On Monday, shortly after arriving at the office, a delivery man brought flowers to the office area. It was a magnificent bouquet, obviously quite expensive."Who's Prisley Anderson?" the delivery man asked.Prisley had just walked out from the secretary's office and was intercepted halfway to sign for it. The secretaries flocked out to see what was happening, chattering away."It's from Dreamy Rose! Top-tier florist.
The man in the floral shirt froze for a moment, then his lips curved into a smile as he quickly walked over and sat down beside Mr. Grant."Let me introduce my youngest son, Mark," Mr. Grant said with a smile.Prisley and Mark remained composed, though there was a hint of suppressed laughter in their eyes."Mark doesn't like getting involved in the company's management. He graduated with a master's degree last year and has been traveling ever since. He's only been at Voda Pharm for the past two months, and he skips work often," Mr. Grant, the doting father, rambled on about his beloved son."Mark must be exceptionally talented to afford such freedom," Prisley complimented.Mr. Grant, pleased by the flattery, looked fondly at his youngest son. "He's just playful and loves his freedom. He didn't even agree to work at the headquarters."Mark was genuinely surprised and delighted. That morning, he learned from his assistant that the president of Warner Group wanted to meet his father. Sinc
Prisley looked at the cityscape outside the window and felt something was wrong."Heath, you took a wrong turn. We should have turned left back there.""Heath, where are you taking me?"Heath didn't answer, just pressed the gas pedal harder.The car roared all the way, pulling into a mansion district, then stopped in a big yard.Prisley was surprised. Why was Heath bringing her to his house? In the four years they had known each other, she had only been here a few times, usually just waiting on the porch for the butler to bring out luggage before rushing to the airport.She had never actually been inside his home.What is he doing...?Hesitantly, she got out of the car. "Heath, why did you bring me here?"Heath grabbed her, pulling her into the house and pinning her against the door. His lips crashed down on hers, a storm of passion raining down on her lips."You should've been here," he said, breathless, finally letting go of the desire he had been holding back all the way. He wrapped
As soon as Filla walked in, she saw Heath and Prisley coming out of the master bedroom. Prisley was wearing Heath's black shirt, obviously without a bra. It was clear they had been together all night.Filla's face twisted with displeasure before quickly turning haughty and disdainful. "Heath, why do you always bring that cheap girl home when I'm not around?"She sneered at Prisley. "I understand young girls exchanging their bodies for quick money. You've probably made quite a bit these past few years with Heath, haven't you?""A cheap girl is easy to keep. Heath only needs to spend the cost of one meal to have you serve him for four years."Prisley clutched the hem of her shirt tightly, tears welling up in her eyes. The sweetness she felt earlier vanished the moment Filla walked in."Filla, why are you here?" Heath asked coldly."Can't I come? It's been four years, and you still have my fingerprint saved. That means I can come anytime, right?" She looked provocatively at Prisley.Prisl
Prisley turned the phone away, hiding her face from Mark."Nothing, just getting ready for bed.""No, you’ve been crying." Mark's smile vanished. "Turn the screen around.""I’m fine. Goodnight, Mark.""If you don't turn it around, I'll come over right now." His tone left no room for argument.Prisley had no choice but to show her face, trying hard to hide her sadness."Why are you crying again? You were fine at dinner," Mark said gently."Is it that jerk, Heath?"Prisley's facade of strength crumbled under the gentle words, and she finally let out all her pent-up grievances. She cried for a long time before she finally stopped."Mark, thank you for being with me, but this is my problem. I can handle it. Please don't make any assumptions."Not wanting to drag Mark into her mess, she quickly ended the video call after reassuring him.Being humiliated and hurt by Filla for the third time. Enough! She was done being a good little kitten. She had her own claws and fangs.The next morning, H
Prisley looked nervously at Mark, worried he might clash with Heath.In the corridor, a cheerful man in a floral shirt and a stern man in full formal attire approached each other with piercing gazes. Prisley kept her eyes fixed on the ground a meter ahead, afraid to witness this showdown!Mark appeared relaxed, with a hint of playful smirk. He glanced at Heath from the corner of his eye but didn't greet him. He swung an empty necklace box in his hand until they brushed past each other.Heath also locked eyes with them. His sharp gaze fixed on Prisley's face, not even sparing a glance at Mark. The radiance of the huge diamond on Prisley's chest caught his eye, intensifying the coldness in his gaze, making him even more chilling.Prisley nervously met Heath’s gaze, nodding in acknowledgment, but she already felt stiff and numb from head to toe. In this short corridor, she felt like a puppet, walking clumsily.As the four approached and then passed each other, apart from Prisley, none of
Peter glanced at the screen and immediately understood his boss's intent. Not daring to delay, he quickly arranged a car and sped toward the scene, almost flooring the gas pedal the entire way.Heath appeared calm, but inside, It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart, leaving him both anxious and flustered. He deeply regretted not assigning security personnel to Prisley. He couldn’t bear to imagine what he would do if Prisley’s life slipped away right before his eyes.Heath’s limbs felt weak, his fingertips icy. Over the years, he had dealt with countless crises, always composed and decisive. Yet, the few moments of panic he’d experienced all seemed to revolve around Prisley.“Peter, get all the securities over here.”“Yes, sir.”“And prepare a large amount of cash.”“Yes, sir.”Heath’s mind raced, considering all possible contingency plans.When he arrived at the scene, the place was bustling with activity. The police had already cordoned off the area outside the café, k
Spencer was about to say something when sudden commotion erupted outside the café.A figure darted through the door.Spencer assumed it was someone in a rush to grab coffee. To avoid a collision, he instinctively pulled Prisley toward him.“Come here, don’t let them bump into you...”“Spencer,” Prisley chuckled as before. She was all too familiar with this habit of his. Just as she found herself in Spencer’s arms, another hand yanked her away forcefully.“Ah—!” Prisley cried out in panic.“Come here! Or you’ll regret not listening!” A raspy male voice shouted harshly in her ear. The grip was so strong that Prisley was thrown a few steps away, hitting the wall by the café.“What’s going on?!” Spencer reached out to pull her back, but the man grabbed Prisley by the neck, pressing something sharp and shiny against her throat.Spencer froze, his body stiffening on the spot.Everyone else in the café panicked and bolted for the exit. “Run! Get out of here!”No one dared linger. And within m
Early the next morning, Heath had to leave for a business trip. Prisley breathed a sigh of relief. She still wasn’t used to living with Heath in the apartment. It was nice to have some space for a while.That day, she was wandering around a boutique in the shopping mall when she suddenly saw a figure pass by outside the store.Prisley froze. Without thinking, she ran out.But the man had already walked far away.“It can’t be him, right? No, it can't be.” She felt uneasy but picked up her pace.The man was tall with long legs, walking quickly.Prisley’s heavy body made it hard for her to keep up.“Hey—sir, wait—” She shouted when she realized she was about to lose him.It seemed the man heard her. He stopped and turned around."Spencer! It really is you!" Prisley gasped, covering her mouth. Her legs felt weak, and she almost collapsed.Spencer quickly rushed over to steady her, so overwhelmed that he didn’t know what to say.“I finally found you!” They both spoke at the same time and hu
Heath and Prisley returned to the apartment, and a subtle sense of relief filled the air.Heath smiled as if a weight had lifted off his shoulders. He opened his arms and pulled Prisley into a hug, pressing her forehead gently against his warm chest. In that moment, it felt like he was holding something precious he had almost lost, and it made him cherish her even more.Prisley didn’t resist, didn’t move at all. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Heath opened the door, and a few strong movers stood there, behind them were several large items.Heath was puzzled, but Prisley greeted them warmly. “Oh, you’re here? Please, bring everything inside.”The lead mover asked, “Are you Miss Anderson?”“Yes, that’s me,” Prisley said cheerfully as she welcomed them in.“Could you sign for this?”Prisley quickly signed, her happiness clear from her expression. The large items were brought inside, and she led them to an empty room.Heath asked, “What’s all this? It’s huge.”Prisley smiled faintly. “A bed.
Mark and his father walked into the study.Old Grant said, "Son, all these years, I haven't interfered much, letting you choose your own path.""You could study if you wanted, or travel if you preferred. But now, I have to think about your future."Mark asked quietly, "What"s wrong, Dad?" He had a feeling something was off. His father"s usually kind face was now serious, like when he was in a business meeting."My heart is getting worse. Even though I look fine on the outside, I know my own condition.""It could stop beating at any moment. I don't know if it will be tomorrow, next month, or next year. So, I have to make arrangements now."Mark interrupted anxiously, "What did the doctors say? There are so many treatments available. This isn't a big issue, Dad. Don't be so pessimistic."Mark had originally come home thinking only about getting some benefits from his father, maybe some shares or money. But hearing his father speak like this, he suddenly felt like the sky was falling.The
"Dad, what's up?" Mark said, holding his phone, sounding casual.His father's gentle voice came through the line, "You haven't been home for dinner in a while. Your mom wants to see you."Mark gave Heath and Prisley a wink, pretending to be relaxed. "I miss you too. I'll come home tonight. Nothing's more important than you."He hung up, and the smile on his face vanished.Heath signaled that he was leaving. Before heading out, he reminded Mark, "Don't forget what's right and what's not."Mark nodded, "Don't worry, I'll be a great actor."Prisley couldn’t help but smile as she watched his playful, slightly mischievous demeanor. "Mark, I'm glad you're back to your old self. That's the you I like."She shot a glance at Heath, hoping to catch a hint of jealousy on his face. But Heath remained indifferent, only showing a trace of sarcasm.They all went their separate ways.As Heath and Prisley reached the car, Heath suddenly stopped. He turned and said coldly, "What? Disappointed I didn't g
“With your immature look and still being wet behind the ears, you dared to compete with me for Prisley?”Heath said, half-joking, half-contemptuously. His tone held a touch of mockery, and a smirk curved his lips. He lounged on the sofa, casually tapping the edge of his wine glass with his fingers, casting a dismissive glance at Mark.Prisley, sitting next to Heath, gave him a gentle elbow jab. She shot him a disapproving look and then gave him a subtle wink, signaling him to ease up on Mark.To their surprise, Mark was momentarily stunned but then smiled calmly. His eyes showed a trace of self-deprecation but mostly relief.“You’re right, Heath. Compared to you, I’m indeed quite immature,” Mark said with a wry smile.“I finally understand that I’m definitely not the type Prisley likes. So despite all her efforts, she still hasn’t fallen for me.”He spoke with self-deprecation. Though he was addressing his past hurt, he showed no real sadness. Instead, he seemed to be stating an acce
"Mark, what's wrong? Are you speeding? Tell me where you are right now!"Prisley’s face had gone pale with worry. She turned to Heath, desperate for help.After listening for a couple of seconds, Heath immediately grasped the situation with Mark. He grabbed the phone from Prisley and said, "Mark, whatever's going on, you need to stay calm. Prisley is really worried about you. You don't want to cause an accident and make her even more upset, do you?"The roar of a car engine came through the phone. Mark answered with a chocked voice, "Okay, I’ll listen to you."Not long after, the three of them were sitting in a restaurant.The restaurant’s lighting was soft and warm, but the atmosphere between them was exceptionally heavy.Mark sat in the corner of the table, his gaze distant.He looked utterly defeated, with bruises from a fight on his face, completely lacking his usual charm and confidence. Prisley had seen Mark anxious and smug before, but never this defeated and at a loss.Prisley
After saying goodbye to Prisley at the hospital, Mark drove home with a heavy heart. He couldn't remember how he drove—the dim streetlights and shadows on the road were all that filled his mind. It felt like the whole world had lost its color.Only when he instinctively hit the brakes did he realize he was already parked in his driveway.Inside his mansion, the silence made the space feel even more empty and cold. With one person missing, the house felt like a hollow shell, and even the air seemed thin.Mark walked unsteadily into the bedroom that was once filled with laughter and warmth. Prisley's presence was everywhere. Her book was still open on the nightstand, a few of her clothes casually draped over the chair. On the wall hung a portrait she had painted of him, so detailed, so lifelike. But the bed across from it was now empty.Mark approached the bed, hesitated for a moment, and then collapsed onto it, exhausted. The faint scent of her perfume still lingered on the sheets. He t