This girl he had secretly loved for so many years was now lying in his arms, drunk.She clung to his neck without a care, her soft body pressed against his chest.If he wanted to do something now, it would be so easy.Spencer leaned down and kissed Prisley’s cheek. When his lips reached hers, he paused.His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he clenched his teeth. His breathing was heavy, with a sense of restraint. His lips hovered near hers for a long moment before he pulled away.Leaning back on the couch, he let out a relieved sigh and carried Prisley to the bedroom upstairs, laying her gently on the bed.He turned and went into the bathroom, using cold water to quell the fire inside him.Water poured over him, but his mind was full of the scene Prisley asleep in his arms.She was so soft, so sweet, so unguarded. She truly saw him as her brother, but how could he have such thoughts about her?Spencer closed his eyes, letting the water wash over his face and body, but the fire inside him still
"Your boss and his ex are getting married.""Hey, Prisley, are you listening?" Jennifer called out."Oh… yeah, I'm listening… But what does his marriage have to do with me?" Prisley quickly ended the call, her expression stiff."What's wrong?" Spencer asked."Nothing. Just talking to a friend about my boss.""Your boss is Heather Rynn, right?""You know him?""I’ve heard he's quite a big deal. Rose to a high position at a young age. Some of his mergers are textbook cases.""Prisley, you must have learned a lot working with him.""Oh… yes…"Prisley's thoughts were still tangled in what Jennifer had said about Heather getting married.Spencer sensed her discomfort."Spencer, can you take a walk with me?" Prisley asked."Sure. Where do you want to go?""The cemetery."Prisley's parents and Spencer's parents were buried in the same cemetery, not far from each other. Prisley and Spencer stood before the graves with flowers in hand, silent for a long time.Prisley was overwhelmed with emoti
Prisley tried to call for help, but a hand gripped her throat."Don't scream! Or I'll kill you!" It was the voice of the man from the bar, filled with menace.Prisley's heart raced, but she knew struggling was futile. She obediently forced out a few words, "Don't, I’ll do as you say." Then she gave up resisting.“Calm them down. Don’t provoke them. Then find a chance to escape.” She kept telling herself.Maybe seeing her stop struggling, the hand over her mouth moved away for now.Prisley assessed the situation calmly:She was now out of the bar, and there was no way the bar security could help her. The two men had clearly chosen to act outside the bar, knowing this fact.Spencer had gone somewhere to take a call. Even if he returned to his seat and noticed she was gone, he would have a hard time finding her.In this dark corner of the street, there were only two sleazy men and her, and she couldn't rely on any passerby to help.So, the only one she could rely on was herself.Screaming
It was Spencer!Tears welled up in Prisley's eyes all at once.She didn't want to cry, but couldn't control it.Spencer rushed forward, supporting her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."The man cursed and lunged at Spencer. They started fighting.Although Spencer was much taller, his slender frame only gave him a slight advantage.When the police arrived, the man was barely conscious, and Spencer was also injured.Prisley watched Spencer with concern, reaching out to touch his bruised face, "Does it hurt?"Spencer held her hand against his face, struggling to open his swollen eyes. He smiled, "No big deal, it doesn't hurt at all. Sss-"When Prisley's finger lightly brushed his swollen eye corner, he couldn't help but grunt."Thank you, Spencer. You've always protected me.""Can't let anyone else take that chance." He tried to sound relaxed, not wanting her to worry.Just as Spencer was about to head towards the police, he winced in pain."What's wrong?" Prisley asked."My leg hurts a bit, p
"Have the plane ready, we're heading to Kenzell. Now!""But boss, it's almost midnight. Can we fly early tomorrow instead? I'll arrange it now.""According to the police records, Prisley wasn't injured."Heather can finally breathe. She wasn't hurt. That was really a relief."A man helped her deal with another attacker. I'll get more details."A man? Was it the person she said she loved in her dreams?Heather didn't know how he hung up the phone, feeling completely overwhelmed.Prisley had been missing for so long, causing him so much worry and fear, and finally, she reappeared!He wanted to see her immediately, bring her back, and not let her leave his side for a single step.With a few hours before takeoff, Heather couldn't sleep. Closing his eyes, all he could see was Prisley splattered with blood. His fingers felt cold, then his whole body.These days, Heather still couldn't get used to Prisley not being around. He tried hard not to think about her because when he did, it felt har
Heather got a punch to the face, grimacing in pain. His eyes flashed with coldness and immediately swung back.Spencer also took a punch to the face, staggering back two steps. As his injured leg hitting the ground, his face contorted in agony."Spencer!" Prisley cried, standing between them."Stop, his leg's injured, don't hurt him!" Her eyes, tearful yet filled with hatred, locked onto Heather.Prisley helped Spencer up, supporting him against her."Spencer, I'm sorry, it's my fault," she sobbed harder.Spencer tousled her hair. "It's not the first time I've protected you, and it won't be the last," he said, pulling her behind him to continue shielding her.Heather had a faint victorious smile on his lips, adjusting his sharp suit."Prisley, if you know what's good for him, you'd know what to do," his tone merciless.Prisley stopped crying, glaring at Heather with disgust and hatred. "Fine, I'll go with you."That look unnerved Heather. Prisley had always been obedient and gentle, n
"Right here, both times..."Prisley's smile was eerie, and Heather froze, feeling a chill down his spine. He withdrew from her body."What are you doing!" He sat up angrily, throwing on his robe."Nothing, some memories suddenly popped up, I couldn't control it." She gave a faint smile, then resumed her calm demeanor.Prisley lay on the bed, staring blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling, devoid of any liveliness.Heather stepped into the bathroom. Water flowed over his head, cooling his furious mind for a moment.As the anger slowly subsided, he suddenly felt the urge to slap and curse himself. Prisley had gone through so much hardship, and he hadn't been there to help, only seeking his own pleasure from her.He took her from Spencer, made her cry her heart out, and didn't give her any comfort. Instead, he demanded her to go to the bathroom when they got back."Heather, you're such a fucking asshole!" he said to himself.When Heather came out of the bathroom, Prisley was still in t
"The boss ordered that you are not allowed to leave the house."Prisley's heart felt like it had been hit with a hammer. What? Heather actually planned to restrict her freedom? Was he afraid she'd run?She tilted her face upward, gazing helplessly at the sky. Her heart, already shattered, now felt even more broken."Heather, you're a psycho!" She said with gritted teeth.With nowhere to go, Prisley had to return to her room and buried herself in sleep. She hadn't slept well these past few days due to fear and anxiety. Drifting in and out of sleep, she struggled with nightmares again.In her dream, Spencer's leg was completely severed. He was bleeding continuously and lay on the ground in agony. Heather stood nearby, gloating with a knife in his hand."Spencer—!" Prisley woke up in a panic. Her bang was damp with sweat. She panted heavily."What's wrong, Prisley? Don't be afraid, I'm here."Prisley fell into a warm embrace. Heather was sitting on the bed, looking at her with concern.P
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