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.“
When Jennifer arrived at the Warner Group’s CEO office, she felt like a heavy stone was weighing on her chest, burdened with a sense of unease.Upon entering, everything in the office area appeared orderly. Under soft lighting, the secretaries were busily typing away.A secretary, with a professional smile on her face, politely asked, “Do you have an appointment with Mr. Rynn?”“Uh… no,” Jennifer hesitated, her tone uncertain. She hadn’t expected it to be so difficult to see Heather. A big company like Warner really was different.The secretary’s smile didn’t falter, still polite and composed. “I’m sorry, but without an appointment, I can’t arrange a meeting. Is there something you’d like to discuss with his assistant?”Jennifer was annoyed. “I have something important to talk to him about. It’s personal! You can’t stop me.”The secretary maintained her professional smile. “I’m sorry, even if it’s personal, you still need to speak with his assistant first. If Mr. Rynn agrees to see yo
Filla looked quite different from before. Previously, she liked to style her hair in an updo, which led Prisley to mimic her by straightening and pinning up her naturally wavy hair.But now, Filla had changed her style. She had gotten her hair permed into soft curls and let it fall freely, much like Prisley’s current preference. The two women bore a striking resemblance.Filla strode over to Heather, placed a stack of documents on the desk, and then walked around the table to stand close beside him.Her body pressed lightly against his leg, and she nudged him flirtatiously. The contact made Heather uncomfortable, and he quickly leaned back.“Heather, the new proposal is ready. I’m here to discuss it with you,” Filla said, her voice dripping with seduction. She placed her hand on Heather’s shoulder, letting her fingers trail lightly down his neck.Heather instinctively stood up, his voice stern. “Filla, don’t do that. Leave the documents here; I’ll review them and get back to you.”Fil
When Heather heard "Help me!" his heart almost stopped. Cold fear shot through him, leaving him dizzy.Without thinking, he sprinted toward Prisley. When he saw Prisley kneeling on the ground, leaning over an elderly man to perform chest compressions, he breathed a huge sigh of relief—she was safe."Quick... help me..." Prisley was exhausted. Sweat dampened her hairline, her face was full of worry.Heather's heart ached. "Let me! You rest over there."He quickly took off his suit jacket and threw it aside. He knelt down to take over the compressions."My phone's in my pocket. Call for help!"Heather said to her.Prisley, regaining her calm, quickly called for an ambulance and informed the event staff. Luckily, the venue had an AED (Automated External Defibrillator). After some quick emergency care, the elderly man was stabilized. As they carried him to the ambulance, a tired smile touched Prisley's pale face. The people who came to help dispersed, and Prisley finally relaxed he
After finishing his discussion with his father, Mark headed back to find Prisley. On the way, he overheard a staff member say that a pregnant woman had risked her life to perform emergency aid on an elderly man. She had severe bleeding and was rushed to the hospital. Mark immediately realized that the woman was Prisley.Driving at breakneck speed to the hospital, Mark's thoughts raced uncontrollably. He couldn't shake the image of Prisley's white dress stained with blood, her face pale and helpless.He finally reached the hospital. Just as he was about to knock, he caught sight of Prisley and Heather inside, laughing joyfully. A sharp pain gripped his chest, as if thorns were tightening around his heart, cutting deeper with every breath.His worst fears were coming true.Although Prisley agreed to be his girlfriend and got along well with him, making an effort to accommodate and please him in bed, Mark still felt an inexplicable sense of distance.She wasn’t truly happy with him.Her a
Prisley was initially a bit confused, but she immediately recognized the elderly man as the one she had saved in the garden the previous night.Smiling warmly, she walked up to him and hugged him. A soft, gentle smile appeared on her face. She then turned to Heather, smiling, “How did you know this gentleman was staying here?”Heather smiled back, a touch of respect in his voice. “Mr. Robin Neeson has been a friend of mine for many years.”He then turned and introduced her to the elderly man. “This is Prisley Anderson, the person you've been wanting to meet.”Robin shook his head with a smile, correcting him, “Oh no, I was your father’s friend, not yours. But I’ve always treated you like a son.”They exchanged a knowing glance and shared a warm laugh, a sense of unspoken understanding passing between them.Robin looked at Prisley with affection and admiration in his eyes. “Prisley, I really can't thank you enough. If it weren’t for you, I’d probably be in heaven now.”Prisley’s smile