Heather didn’t go to work that day. He drove through the busy streets and parked in front of a small, somewhat shabby office building.He got out of the car, took a deep breath, and walked to the reception desk. “Hi, I’d like to see Jennifer.”The receptionist looked up, noticing the man standing before her was handsome. She gave him a wink and then used the internal phone to notify Jennifer.Heather stood quietly at the reception, his perfect looks and physique attracting glances from passersby.Jennifer came out. When she saw Heather, she gasped and covered her mouth in surprise.“You’re... you’re Heather Rynn?” she stammered, trying to lower her voice but failing to hide her excitement. Her eyes sparkled with disbelief.Jennifer had only expected to see such a big shot on the internet or TV, not in person.Heather nodded calmly. “Yes. Would you be free to grab a coffee downstairs?”The café was almost empty, filled with the rich aroma of coffee beans. Sunlight streamed in, casting
“Prisley is pregnant. I want to know whose child it is.”A flicker of surprise flashed in Jennifer’s eyes. She replied, “You’d better ask her about that.”“If she doesn’t want to tell you, then I have no right to say anything.”Heather returned to the office without getting the answer he most wanted, still feeling a bit down.But at least Jennifer agreed to help him.He dove into his work, trying to focus on the tasks at hand.However, things didn’t go smoothly without Prisley. The other assistants did things to his dissatisfaction.During busy times, he couldn’t help but think of Prisley’s efficiency and competence, and he felt a pang of loss.Filla found excuses to visit Heather’s office several times, but each time Heather sent her away, saying he was busy. Filla left, frustrated.Although Filla wasn’t completely useless and could provide some good proposals, most of them were routine tasks submitted by employees, lacking the vision and capability of a department leader.One day, P
“Is it Heather’s child?”Steve stared into Prisley’s eyes, trying to read her expression.Prisley’s face went cold. “Sorry, Steve, you don’t need to know.”“Goodbye.” She quickly exited the restaurant.Actually, she fled the restaurant.Those painful photos were already enough for her to suffer alone. Now, to have them exposed and relive the pain in front of others—it was just too much for her.She hadn’t done anything wrong. Why did sadness always come to torment her?Meanwhile, in Heather’s office, Filla was handing over some documents and discussing data issues with Heather.When Steve pushed the door open, Filla's position created an illusion, as if she were leaning on Heather.Steve's anger instantly surged to his head.Steve said to Filla with a blank expression, “You should go first. I have something to discuss with Heather.”Filla sensed the change in atmosphere. The usually gentle Steve now seemed like a volcano ready to erupt. She gave a nervous smile and left quickly.Heath
Prisley returned to the office, her smile a bit stiff. The last part of her talk with Steve had stirred up memories she didn’t want to face.Mark walked in with his usual warm smile. “What’s wrong, Prisley? Not feeling well?” He immediately noticed something was off and gently rubbed her arms.Prisley quickly composed herself and forced a light smile. “I’m fine, just a bit tired.”Mark gently hugged her, caressing her slightly rounded belly. “Why don’t you take a break from work and rest at home? We can talk about work after the baby is born.”His voice was soothing and chased away Prisley’s gloom.Prisley sighed, feeling warm and touched. “I’m okay. I can work.”Lately, her emotions had been all over the place. Since she became pregnant, even small things affected her more, and she’d occasionally cry over minor issues. Mark always showed up just when she needed him, wrapping her in his tenderness and care.“Are you sure? Really?” Mark asked with concern.Prisley nodded and smiled at
When Prisley received Steve's call, she was fully focused on her computer screen, fingers typing away quickly on the keyboard.Hearing Steve's serious tone, her heart tightened. Her instincts told her that something was wrong."Good morning, Prisley," Steve's voice came through, sounding a bit urgent. "I need your help with something important.""What is it? Go ahead.""There was supposed to be a meeting this morning with the project manager from your joint venture team, but I've just heard he was in a car accident and got seriously injured. Can someone on your end step in?"Prisley was shocked. "Really? I hadn’t heard about that. Let me verify it.""Today's meeting is critical," Steve said, a hint of frustration in his voice. "It affects the project timeline, and decisions have been delayed for a while now. If we keep pushing it back, the whole schedule will be impacted."Prisley nodded, though Steve couldn't see her. "Understood, Steve. I'll arrange someone to take over right away."
Due to Bob’s earlier mistakes that caused inefficiencies at work, this meeting felt especially complicated, with clear disagreements between both parties. Multiple projects were stuck with no agreement in sight.Time ticked away. The mood in the room grew more and more stifling. It was nearly noon, but they weren’t even halfway through the agenda.Prisley rubbed her temples, feeling more exhausted than usual due to her pregnancy. Long discussions drained her patience and energy.She took a discreet breath, trying to boost her energy, but the fatigue washed over her like a tide, overwhelming her will. She struggled to maintain a calm expression, but the tiredness in her eyes was hard to hide.Sitting at the far end of the table, Heather’s gaze casually swept across Prisley’s face. In that moment, he caught the fatigue she was trying to conceal.His brow slightly furrowed, and a wave of sympathy quickly rose in his heart. He knew Prisley too well; she would never ask for special treatme
Prisley arrived home to find Mark pacing anxiously in the living room. He had already been informed by Jack that Heather had also attended the meeting.Mark was uneasy, worried that there might have been some interaction between Prisley and Heather. Thankfully, Jack had reassured him that there had been nothing unusual on Heather's end. He and Prisley had not had any direct contact and had even sat far apart from each other.Yet, the tension in Mark’s mind hadn’t fully eased. He was still afraid that there might be something happening in the shadows that he couldn’t control.Prisley looked visibly tired. She changed into loose-fitting loungewear and slumped lazily onto the sofa.Mark, feeling her exhaustion, gently massaged her shoulders. "I told you not to go. See? Now you're worn out."Prisley closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth from Mark’s hands. A faint smile appeared on her lips, tinged with a bit of helplessness. "But I couldn’t miss work. The project is already behind. If I le
“No, Prisley, you're lying. You don't love him,” Jennifer said softly but firmly.Prisley felt a sharp pain, her body trembling slightly. The smile vanished from her face.She grasped Jennifer's arm in panic, her eyes filled with unease and vulnerability. “Jenny, how do you know?”Jennifer's lips curled into a sly smile, but her eyes showed deep understanding and care. “Who knows you better than I do?”She pulled Prisley into a tight embrace, tears slipping down her cheeks. “You're such a fool. You don't share your troubles with me. Do you even see me as a good friend?”Prisley couldn't hold back any longer. Her tears flowed freely, streaming down her pale face. “Of course you're my best friend. That's why I didn't want to burden you with my problems.”“Idiot! Sharing your pain with me will lighten it by half. Do you understand?” Jennifer scolded.Jennifer cried for a while, her tears flowing non-stop. She blew her nose hard, then used a tissue to wipe the tears from Prisley's face.“
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