Hannah still remembered how lively and stunning Nigel looked when she had just returned to this life. Given his looks, it was easy for him to draw people to him. Nonetheless, his looks and vigor seemed to have vanished after he got married. Not only did he lose a lot of weight, but he even looked somehow miserable when his fringe fell and covered his forehead. Due to the screen and Hannah's position, he had yet to realize she was just next to him. "Cath, are you done with Harold and Fiona?"He tightened his lips, a glimmer of hope evident on his face as he glanced at her with wishful eyes. "You're pregnant, yet you burdened yourself with our family matters. Thank you so much. ""Nigel, I …"Catherine's lips parted, and her eyes opened wide. However, she was suddenly at a loss for words. She could only do so much to stand before him, trying her best to avoid his gaze. Her grip on her handbag tightened. How could she face Nigel, who was so hopeful? How was it possible fo
Nigel stared at her in disbelief. He averted his gaze to Catherine quickly, confusion setting his brain on fire. Didn't Catherine come to meet with her parents regarding the money? Why was Hannah here as well?Did they agree to meet each other, or was it merely a coincidence?And most importantly, he was concerned about Catherine, whose tears were flowing uncontrollably. Seeing how devastated she was, he felt conflicted. "What did you do to Cath? Why is she crying?"Hannah couldn't help but sneer."What can I do to her?"She was incredibly familiar with such situations in her previous life. Catherine was Gregory and Regina's favorite, and they treated her as if she were their daughter despite not marrying Nigel. The Moores were at least ten times friendlier toward Catherine than to Hannah. Previously, she tried her best to hold back because she was so eager for everyone's approval. She was worried that she would leave a bad impression, so she didn't even speak up when sh
Hannah almost burst into laughter when she saw their interaction. Everything sounded significantly familiar. However, she was nowhere in Catherine's position as she was the opposite of it now. Thus, the once distressing situation became amusing to her. She had zero interest in meddling with their marriage. "I'm sorry, but despite what Mrs. Moore thinks, I have no intention of becoming friends with you."She smirked as she continued, "I'm not interested in your affairs either, so please don't bring me into this.""You're so proud of yourself, aren't you?" Catherine was extremely irritated. She shot an unhinged glare at Hannah with her bloodshot eyes as she hissed, "Don't you dare take me as a fool! I'm Nigel's wife, and no matter what you do, you'll still be an outsider!""I'm so grateful to you for making me an outsider," Hannah remarked sarcastically as she chuckled. Suddenly, she raised a hand and delivered a blow to Nigel's face. A loud slap was heard. Nigel's f
Darren seemed particularly distant in the dark. His dark eyes seemed to be capable of devouring any visible light, intensifying his gaze.Despite having too much to drink, only the rims of his eyes were tinged with a shade of red. There wasn't any red on his face. He was looking right at her. Erica's heart skipped a beat as her fingers curled slightly. The raging emotions in her were about to get the better of her as her entire body trembled with excitement. "Are—Are you drunk?"She descended the stairs cautiously and went to him. She glanced up at him. He was tall and imposing. To her, his mere presence was condescending. As she took in his perfume mixed with the thick scent of alcohol, her heart was racing. When he glanced down at her, he seemed like a deity casting a nonchalant glance down at a human.Erica could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ear, like the resounding beat of a drum. Glancing down at her, Darren was visibly confused. "Who—Who are you?"Inde
Darren's voice resembled tiny electric currents brushing against her ear, sending a tingling sensation to her heart. Erica almost squealed. This was too stimulating for her.As she blushed, she glanced up at him with sparkling eyes. She was eager to listen to him speak more, and she wanted to get closer to him. His scent wafting through the air was luring her in, and she was desperate to see his smile again. Her mind was buzzing with thoughts as her body seemed to have a mind on its own. Uncontrollably, she took a step forward and scooted closer to him. However, Darren took a step back. He seemed to be puzzled about his actions as well. He frowned as he glanced down at his feet. He felt like his body moved involuntarily to distance himself from her. Was he unwilling to get closer to her?Clearly, he had always wanted to shrink Hannah to the size of Thumbelina so he could bring her anywhere in his pocket. There was never a time when he wanted to be separated from her. "Han
How Erica wished this journey could go on forever. She didn't feel like his weight was a burden at all. Instead of fatigue, her heart was filled with delight. She felt like she was being bathed in honey. Widening her eyes, she made sure she could see the flight of stairs clearly. She was pouring every inch of her strength to take in every sensation she felt from touching him.She yearned to tuck this fond moment in her memories forever. The first room on the second floor with its door slightly ajar, was her room. As Erica's gaze landed on her room, there was a troubled look in her eyes. "Darren, you're back."Another ray of warm, yellow light was cast down on the corridor. Hannah stood in front of her door as she stared at them, slightly astonished. She was dressed in a casual nightgown with her locks cascading behind her. "Erica, why aren't you asleep yet?"Erica seemed like she had just eaten a lemon. She withdrew her hand in an instant and retreated hastily. She
Hannah's eyes narrowed as they glinted dangerously. With a smirk on her face, she asked mischievously, "So, that means … you were indeed pretending to be drunk earlier, right?"Darren was at a loss for words. A hint of helplessness flashed across his face as he ruffled her hair, chuckling softly. "Is this even the point?"He was drunk. However, he didn't fancy the feeling of losing control, so he always left himself with a minimum amount of consciousness. Though he was drunk, it didn't imply that he was completely unconscious and submissive.This was one of his old habits. No matter what he was doing, he had to make sure that he gained full control over himself. He would never abolish his self-restraint.Aside from seeing what Erica was scheming, he was also thinking of utilizing this opportunity to get intimate with Hannah. When he was exposed, he couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed. No longer being his calm and composed self, he raised a fist to his mouth and
Hannah was amused. It was obvious that the cotton long dress Erica was wearing had been worn for quite some time. Although the white collar was slightly yellowed, it looked clean overall. There wasn't even a single wrinkle on the dress, indicating how meticulous she was with cleaning and preserving it. The dress was loose around the waist, and it reached down to her ankles. It seemed like she was being trapped in the dress, looking somewhat unkempt. Her hair was braided, just like how she looked when they first met. She seemed very ordinary and plain. It was no wonder that Hannah was surprised. Ever since Erica stayed with them, she had been trying to follow Hannah's style. Her hair would either be behind her back, or she would have it up in a bun. She rarely styled her hair in a braid. Though her dresses back then were plain and minimalistic as well, they still accentuated her waistline. Moreover, the colors weren't that monotonous as well. Her sudden makeover mad