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
"Heather, I'm sorry." Steve's eyes were filled with deep regret."Tell me, where is she?!""She's missing." Steve's voice was hoarse.Heather, seething with anger, grabbed Steve by the collar and punched him hard in the face."I don't want to hear that! Bring her back to me!"Steve tasted blood in his mouth. He wiped it away with his hand and didn't retaliate.He had been half-asleep when Heather's call woke him up. Hearing that Heather couldn't find Prisley jolted him awake, sobering him up quickly.While Heather was flying in, Steve sent people to gather all the details. When he heard what they found out, he almost went mad.Of course, Prisley's phone was unreachable.Steve had rehearsed countless times in his head, still unsure how to tell Heather without making him angrier.Heather had sent him to protect Prisley. He had failed.Steve said with a heavy heart, "The police said there was a murder this evening. A man was killed and dumped by the roadside.""Prisley reported it," he a
Prisley temporarily disappeared from everyone's sight.She slept most of the day. When she woke up, the sun was already setting.There was a soft knock on the door, and Mark walked in. "Feeling better? You should eat something." He always had that charming smile on his face.Prisley remembered she hadn't even had dinner yesterday.Mark gestured for the waiter to bring in the food cart.But Prisley really had no appetite. "Can I skip it?" she asked."You can't live on air alone. Even fairies need to drink dew." Mark took her hand and helped her sit up."For the baby, you need to eat well." He brushed her long hair back. Hearing that, Prisley didn't resist anymore.Mark sat beside her, watching with satisfaction as she obediently ate, as if he were the one enjoying the meal."What's the situation outside?" Prisley asked while eating."I've had the news blocked. Only a few people know what happened after you left.""I'm scared Brad and the others will find me here, and I'm afraid I'll dr
Heather returned home that evening, physically and mentally exhausted. He felt drained, as if half his blood had been sucked out. The fatigue, the lack of strength, were feelings he had never experienced in all his years.He slowly pulled off his tie and tossed it aside, unbuttoning his shirt.At least he no longer felt the extreme panic. At least he knew Prisley was still alive, under Mark's protection.Judging from Mark's expression and tone, Prisley's situation seemed fine, maybe even unharmed. Otherwise, Mark would have surely beaten him, not stopping until he was broken.Thinking this, Heather found some comfort. Either way, he could still have her.Sometime in the future, when Prisley's anger subsided, she would return to him. He would give her all his love, give her everything in the world!Heather collapsed on the sofa, closed his eyes, and replayed everything in his mind."Heather, you're back?" Filla appeared in a silk negligee, perfectly showcasing her figure with its high
"No! You're not Prisley!"The woman fell back, crying out in pain.Heather gasped, wrapped up his towel and turned up the lights.She sat on the floor, still in a seductive pose, hoping Heather would continue their earlier scene.Heather glanced at her with icy eyes. "Filla? Why pretend to be Prisley?"Filla shrugged, slowly dressing. "I didn't pretend. You mistook me for her.""Why didn't you correct me then?""I just wanted you, no matter how.""And I just wanted to make love to you. How was I supposed to know you were thinking of someone else?" She suppressed her anger.She had waited all night, tried tricks, how could she not be furious with such pride?Filla and Prisley looked alike. But Filla was fuller and had straight hair. And Prisley was slimmer with naturally curly hair.In the early days of their contract, Prisley had to straighten her hair or tie it up to a bun to look more like Filla.Filla left. Heather lay on the bed, thoughts consumed by Prisley.Sorry, nearly made a
"The police need you to make a statement," Mark said.Prisley's eyes flickered with intense emotion, pain filling them instantly. The dreadful memories flooded back in a matter of seconds.Mark cursed himself silently for bringing it up again.After a while, Prisley lifted her head from her heavy breathing."It's okay, I can do it.""No, you don't have to force yourself if you're not comfortable."Prisley forced a smile. "I'm the one involved. I'm the only one who knows what happened that day. I won't let them off! Every one of them will be caught, no one escapes!"She clenched her fingers, tightly grasping her skirt hem..Mark felt a tightness in his chest, a hint of tears welling up in his eyes. He hadn't cried since his teenage years. As an rich dandy, he spends his days jesting and grinning, never troubled by anything, nor moved by anything.But now, this resilient girl before him was breaking through his defenses. Emotions he hadn't felt in years stirred within him.Because of Ma
Early the next morning, Heather had to leave for a business trip. Prisley breathed a sigh of relief. She still wasn’t used to living with Heather 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 a
Heather and Prisley returned to the apartment, and a subtle sense of relief filled the air.Heather 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. Heather opened the door, and a few strong movers stood there, behind them were several large items.Heather 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.Heather asked, “What’s all this? It’s huge.”Prisley smiled faintl
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.Th
"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 Heather 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.Heather 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 Heather, hoping to catch a hint of jealousy on his face. But Heather remained indifferent, only showing a trace of sarcasm.They all went their separate ways.As Heather and Prisley reached the car, Heather suddenly stopped. He turned and said coldly, "What? Disappoint
Chapter 107: Becoming Friends“With your immature look and still being wet behind the ears, you dared to compete with me for Prisley?”Heather 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 Heather, 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, Heather. 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. In
"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 Heather, desperate for help.After listening for a couple of seconds, Heather 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.Pri
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
The kitchen was filled with the rich smell of beef, the oil sizzling quietly on the hot pan. The shelves had new spices lined up, neatly organized. Heather was focused, carefully watching the steak as it cooked.Over his casual clothes, he wore a white apron.His commanding presence wasn't diminished at all by the casual outfit. Instead, it added a touch of warmth and kindness. It was a side of him Prisley had never seen before, something she couldn't even imagine.Prisley's eyes widened in surprise as she stared at Heather like he was from another planet. "Heather? Are you... cooking steak?"Heather turned around, a soft smile playing on his lips.Heather said to the man on the video call, "Alright, that's it for today," and then ended the call."Need any help?" Prisley asked, stepping closer to the counter.Heather waved a long finger to indicate he didn't, then turned back to what he was doing.Prisley could only stand there waiting.Heather finally switched off the stove, plated th
“Awake?” Heather asked, his voice still carrying a hint of sleepiness.Prisley nodded woodenly, responding with a faint sound.She wasn’t used to such morning—too intimate, too tender. Heather had rarely stayed over at her place before, let alone waking up with her in his arms until dawn.On the rare occasions he did stay over, he would leave the apartment early, as if staying even a moment longer made him uncomfortable.It made sense. Back then, he was just infatuated with her body.Prisley tried to get up, but as she moved, Heather’s arm tightened around her.“It’s still early. Stay a little longer. It’s the weekend,” he said with a warm smile in his voice.Prisley didn’t really want to wake up that early. She just didn’t want to be so close to Heather. The intimacy made her uneasy. If there were an “boundary” in the bed, she might have been able to sleep a bit longer.She gave an awkward smile, trying to sound casual. “It’s just… I want to move around a bit. The weather is so nice