Holding Prisley, Heather had a strange feeling. He always acted high and mighty. When did he start caring about her?But he involuntarily tightened his arms around Prisley, holding her firmly.Prisley hesitated for a moment, not resisting. She was truly tired, too exhausted to fight back."Heather," Prisley whispered."I'm here," Heather buried his head in her neck, responding."I'm tired. I want a peaceful life. Let me go, please? I'm begging you."No hysteria, no yelling, it’s just a calm request. Her voice was weak, tugging at the heartstrings.Prisley really felt exhausted. She felt her heart slowly breaking into pieces, unable to piece it back together.Heather instinctively held her tighter."You ask me to pretend to be Filla, but I'm not her. I'm tired of pretending, I just want to be myself again. All the good impressions I gave you were fake, not me. You love her. Or maybe the fake me. The real me isn't good at all, not worth you forcing to keep.""Sleep, you're tired," Heathe
Prisley's mind was fuzzy, "I am yours?""What if I don't..." Her words were cut off by another kiss, leaving her flushed and weak. She closed her eyes.She felt herself being lifted, then gently placed on the bed."If I didn't make it clear before, from today on, you're mine. Everything about you." Heather said in a husky voice, his passionate kisses resuming.His deep voice pierced Prisley's core. He'd never said such things before. Why now? He said he didn't love her...Was it because of Mark? Was he really into her, or just trying to one-up Mark? These men...Prisley's thoughts scattered as electric currents surged through her, igniting a fire within.She had been mad at Heather before, but now she couldn't resist his teasing. He knew exactly how to touch her sensitive spots - her earlobes, her neck, her collarbone... Heather wouldn't miss a single one."Listen, from now on, you're mine alone. No more messing around with other guys.""Okay, I get it."Prisley's breathing quickened,
"Prisley, you don't have to go tonight." Heather said, his tone heavy with melancholy."Why not? You already agreed with Steve."Heather drew her closer, his embrace tightening. "I just... don't want you to go." He confessed, his gaze softening, a hint of vulnerability quite different from his previous icy cold.Caught off guard by this rare display of emotion from Heather, Prisley felt a surge of warmth in her heart. Despite being together for four years, she had rarely seen this side of him.Leaning into his chest, she was about to offer words of comfort when Heather abruptly released her, his gaze once again veiled in frost."You can go now." He walked out of the office, leaving Prisley behind.Back at her own desk, Prisley couldn't shake off the feeling of confusion. This man... he had been tender and affectionate moments ago, but now he seemed distant and cold.She sighed, trying to make sense of it all.Meanwhile, Heather struggled with his own confusion. The reason of Prisley'
Prisley's gaze snapped back to focus.She looked at Heather and pushed him away with strength. How dare he answer his ex-girlfriend's call right after making love to her?Prisley walked away in disgust. She changed her clothes and turned on her computer to get some work done.She was too angry to even think about dinner.Heather spoke into the phone, "Alright, got it. I'll be back soon."He walked over and closed Prisley's laptop. "Come with me for dinner."Prisley glared at him. "Go away. I need to work. Go by yourself." Disgust filled her eyes.Heather grinned with the joy of inner desire fulfilled, "The boss said no overtime for the staff."Prisley frowned, "Are you out of your mind?""You're willing to mess around with a married woman, but I'm not willing to share the same man with her."Heather felt pricked by the little hedgehog. "Don't talk nonsense. It's not what you think.""Now, I, as the party A of the contract, demand you, as the party B, to comply with party A’s actions—ha
Steve was alarmed. "These guys won't help. They'll just get beaten up with us."He told Prisley, "You should leave. I can't hold out much longer here."Prisley smiled calmly and glanced at the huge guys walking in. She waved at them.The guys instantly formed a solid wall between Prisley and the rebellious man.Steve finally sighed in relief.It turned out Prisley had contacted a security company in advance and hired dozens of bodyguards to help secure the accounts.Seeing Steve's sweaty face, Prisley smiled calmly, "Don't worry. It'll be fine.""Wow, you planned all this?" Steve asked."Do you think I'm busy every day for no reason?" Prisley replied."They think I don't know engineering and are trying to evade responsibility. I really don't, but I can bring in a professional team.""We haven't started the audit yet, but I'm sure these rats are up to no good."Steve silently applauded. Under Heather's training, she became just as ruthless as he is."Brad works for David," Prisley conti
The fat driver's stinky mouth leaned towards Prisley, his sweaty, obese body pressing down on her."No -!" Prisley struggled desperately, trying to push away the disgusting man.But the strength difference between a man and a woman was too great, and she couldn't move at all.The feeling of humiliation made her eyes overflow with tears. Prisley tried to calm herself down.Earlier, when the driver went around to the passenger seat, she had taken out the pen Mark gave her from her bag.Her hands trembled badly, but she tried to control them, gripping the pen tightly and pulling off the cap.She took a deep breath and started swinging it at the fat man. She knew the blade inside the pen was short, so she aimed for the artery in his neck.The blade was made of excellent material and was incredibly sharp.When blood spurted out, the fat driver didn't even realize he was hurt.Seeing the red marks on Prisley, he dully wiped his neck, finally noticing the blood was coming from him.He wanted
The person seemed to be looking for someone, the sneakers moving left and right, until finally, they walked straight towards Prisley's car.Prisley covered her mouth with one hand to stifle her scream, holding the pen knife in the other, ready to defend herself."Prisley - where are you - " a pleasant voice called out.Prisley froze, not believing her ears.When he called out again, she allowed herself to cry but was still too tense to speak.The person in sneakers seemed to hear the sobbing."Prisley, is that you? Don't be scared, I'm coming."When Mark saw Prisley, his heart broke into a thousand pieces.She was curled up by the car, covered in blood, a shocking sight.She looked like a frightened bird, shivering. She clutched the pen knife tightly, her eyes wide with fear and helplessness.Mark approached her slowly, squatting down a few steps in front of her, looking into her eyes."Prisley, it's me, Mark. You're safe now. No one can hurt you anymore."Prisley's hand remained rigi
Prisley woke up late the next day, lying in bed for a while. The bedroom door was knocked. Mark came in."Feeling any better today?" Mark's smile was like the first sunshine of the morning, always so delightful.Prisley frowned and said, "My whole body aches.""You need exercise. Moving around occasionally will help with that," Mark looked at her with tenderness. "You should come out with me more often instead of staying in the office or at home."Mark reached out his hand, gesturing for Prisley to get up."I had some food sent over. You have to eat something."Prisley then realized she hadn't eaten almost all day. But she had no appetite whatsoever."Can I not eat?" she asked Mark with a pitiful look."You can, but it can't," Mark's gaze shifted to her belly.Prisley's face softened, pouting.Mark was right. The baby was still small has gone through such a tough time. She had to take good care of it.Reluctantly, she sat down at the dining table. When she picked up the knife, her who