“Ah!” Rebecca screamed, smashing everything in the room. Only after the room was a complete mess did she begin to calm down. However, her eyes were still full of resentment and hatred.How could this happen? Lucas wanted her to apologize to that woman! That bitch! Rebecca forced herself to calm down and then dialed Reynold's number, tearfully recounting the events, though she framed the kidnapping as inviting Aveline over for a visit. Reynold listened silently for a while before saying, "Rebecca Thompson, I told you not to mess with that woman. Why didn’t you listen?"Rebecca thought she was hearing things. Her father, who loved her the most, had never spoken to her so sternly. He was even addressing her by her full name!Feeling even more aggrieved, Rebecca cried, “Dad, this time Lucas bullied me. Why aren’t you helping me? Why are you scolding me?”On the other end of the line, Reynold pinched the bridge of his nose. He had always believed in raising his daughter lavishly, pamp
Lucas walked in, removing his suit jacket and loosening his tie as he approached her. Aveline caught a glimpse of him coming closer and looked at him with confusion, but in the next moment, he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her forcefully.His breath reeked of alcohol."Mmph!"Aveline was stunned and instinctively began to struggle. But Lucas held her tightly, and she couldn’t break free. In her struggle, she felt his erection which made her blush even more.Lucas pushed her down onto the sofa, using his leg to pin her down as he unbuckled his belt. The sound of the buckle snapping open was clear and loud, giving Aveline a moment to gasp for air."Lucas, you can’t do this!"Lucas kissed her ear and cheek, murmuring, "Why not?"Aveline tried to push him away, but his body was as heavy as a mountain, and she couldn't budge him."Lucas, no! We’re getting a divorce."Aveline’s breath was ragged as she tried to stay clear-headed."But have we divorced yet?"Lucas hated hearing her
"Awake?"At that moment, a deep, pleasant male voice resonated.Aveline pursed her lips and turned her head to see Lucas sitting on a chair, a laptop in front of him. He wasn’t in his usual formal attire but was instead wearing a white bathrobe, sitting casually on the sofa. The robe's collar was slightly open, revealing a hint of his chest muscles, marked with a few clear scratch lines."Lucas, do you find this amusing?" Aveline asked.Lucas chuckled softly at her words. "Amusing? Yes, it's incredibly amusing."He stood up and walked over to her, bending down to stroke her face, his eyes filled with a playful glint. "Having a woman to sleep with, feeling this good—how could I not find that amusing?"Aveline looked at him coldly, not getting triggered by his provocation. She slowly sat up, allowing the blanket to slide off, exposing the marks on her skin.Lucas' eyes darkened as he looked at her.Aveline smirked. "Well, if that's the case, I also find it rather amusing. Sleeping with
Desmond continued, "Please, just consider it as a favor for Mr. Tudor, who saved you."Aveline closed her eyes and said, "Alright."Desmond breathed a sigh of relief. "Great, I'll send you the address." He hung up the phone immediately.As Aveline glanced at her phone, she couldn't shake the thought that Lucas would likely use having saved her as leverage whenever he needed something from her. But then again, hadn't it always been because of him that she found herself in trouble?She changed her clothes and headed out to the bar. Even in the dim light, she immediately spotted Lucas on the second floor. His distinguished and cold aura was impossible to ignore. However, there was a woman sitting next to him—Sophia. She had come to Arthur Town.Aveline watched them silently. She saw Sophia talking to Lucas, and he wasn’t drinking anymore. Who said she was the only one who could persuade him? Clearly, Sophia could do that too.As she saw Lucas reach out to Sophia, Aveline averted he
“Sit in the front passenger seat,” Lucas commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.Sophia had no choice but to comply. "Okay."Back at Celestial Heights, Sophia followed Lucas to the entrance of the presidential suite. Desmond took out a key card, his heart pounding.Once inside, Sophia said, "There are so many rooms here. Let me stay. It'll be easier to take care of you, okay?"Lucas’ cheeks were still flushed. He looked around the suite, but there was no sign of Aveline. He sat on the sofa and closed his eyes, then told Desmond, "Instruct the manager to open another room.""Yes, sir." Desmond nodded, then turned to Sophia. "Miss Winter, please come with me."Sophia looked at Lucas. "Lucas, let me stay here. I promise I won't disturb you. I can cook for you and take care of you. Please?"Lucas responded, "It's not appropriate."Sophia's expression faltered. Lucas had made his stance clear, and pushing further would only annoy him, especially since he had already told her thei
She reached out and touched her chest, feeling a faint, lingering pain within. She closed her eyes, her mind replaying the memories of the past days. Since Lucas regained his memory, this was the first time they had spent such a peaceful period together. Initially, she had been avoiding him, but fate had brought them back together. This time felt stolen—filled with arguments, sweetness, and heart-pounding moments. She thought that these memories would likely stay with her for a long time....Brian stood in a concealed spot, looking at the rundown motel, and dialed Desmond’s number."What's up?" Desmond asked."Miss Young is staying at a motel," Brian replied, glancing at Lucas, who was in a meeting, and lowered his voice. "Okay, I understand. Just make sure she's safe."Hanging up, Desmond waited for an opportunity to inform Lucas about the situation. The meeting was wrapping up, and people began to file out.Lucas, seated at the head of the table, rubbed his temples and said, "De
Lucas said, "When you shot down the idea back then, I figured that was it. I didn’t expect you to come to me two years later asking me to marry you.”Sophia met Lucas's gaze, her eyes full of earnest emotion. "Lucas, I was stubborn before. I didn't want to feel trapped by marriage so young. But things are different now. I want a life with you — a real future together, a place we can call our own."Lucas replied, "But Sophia, I'm already married now."Sophia said, "But you told me you would divorce her."Lucas responded, "I wasn't thinking clearly before. I subconsciously felt that since you saved me, I should take responsibility by marrying you. But I've realized that taking responsibility doesn't necessarily mean I have to marry you. I can do it in other ways. Sophia, let's just let this go."His tone was as calm as ever, reminiscent of their time together in the past. But Sophia could read between the lines.He was tolerating her for now, but his patience had limits. She knew him too
Sophia said weakly, "Put me down, I'm fine."Desmond insisted, "Let me carry you. We'll get to the hospital quicker that way. Miss Winter, we can't risk making your leg worse."Sophia pressed her lips together and remained silent.Lucas glanced at Desmond, a faint trace of approval in his eyes.At the hospital, the doctor examined Sophia's leg and then said, "There's nothing wrong."Sophia's face was pale. "Then why does it hurt so much?"The doctor replied, "It could be a nerve issue. Would you like to have it checked in the neurology department?"Lucas said, "Let's check everything.""Alright."The doctor immediately made the arrangements.Sophia glanced at Lucas. "I apologize for causing you concern again. My leg always hurts, but I still haven't gotten used to it."She stared at her prosthetic leg, a hint of desolation on her face. She was reminding Lucas that she lost her leg because of him. No matter what, he would always owe her.Lucas asked, "Considering how often it hurts, hav
Jolie stirred, her eyes fluttering open in the dimly lit cabin. The sharp, handsome features of the man before her were so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath. His lips, carrying his familiar scent, gently traced hers, as if torn between waking her and letting her sleep. Her breath hitched, a brief moment of confusion washing over her. Gavin noticed and, in response, pressed a firm kiss to her lips. "Did I wake you?" "You did that on purpose," Jolie replied, her voice soft and husky from sleep. "Mm." Gavin didn’t deny it, his tone unapologetic as he leaned down to kiss her again. Still groggy, Jolie found herself caught off guard, his lips capturing hers with a growing intensity. By the time she realized what was happening, he had deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing and tangling with hers in an intoxicating rhythm. Her breath quickened, and she instinctively pushed against him. Gavin pulled back, only to trail kisses along her cheek and down her neck, his
The night air was cool, a gentle breeze slipping through the car window and lifting the strands of hair framing her face. They fluttered across her vision, briefly distracting her, yet she could still clearly see his eyes. At that moment, the unease and uncertainty stirring in her chest melted away, replaced by an inexplicable sense of calm. It felt as though there was nothing he couldn’t handle. As long as he wanted to. Jolie smiled softly and said, "Alright." When they arrived at the private airstrip, the captain came forward to exchange a few words with Gavin. Standing nearby, Jolie watched and couldn’t resist asking, "How long will you be staying?" Gavin glanced at her. "How long do you want me to stay?" The overly intimate tone of his words, spoken with such casual ease, caught her off guard. Her cheeks flushed immediately—especially since there were others around to hear it. Lowering her gaze shyly, she murmured, "You can stay as long as you want." She turned he
Gavin looked at her, his gaze steady, and replied in a calm voice, "You’ve got the leverage to do it." Oh... Jolie’s heart skipped a beat, her pulse momentarily thrown off rhythm. What was this feeling? It was as if someone was spoiling her, cherishing her unconditionally. Even though it was just a simple conversation, it carried a warmth she couldn’t ignore. For a moment, she realized that what she once thought was affection and care had been nothing but an illusion. A smile unconsciously curved on her lips as her eyes lit up. "Does this mean I can walk around Larbor City like I own the place?" Gavin raised an eyebrow. "Are you a crab?" Jolie burst into laughter, her mood instantly lifted by his quick-witted remark. Her earlier irritation dissipated, replaced by lightheartedness. Whether or not he meant it, the fact that he sided with her made her happy. "I’m full. Should we head out?" she asked, her appetite long gone after everything that had happened earlier.
The girl stared in disbelief, her hands clutching her face. "You hit me?" Jolie blinked innocently at her. "Weren’t you the one insisting I hit you earlier? I just gave you another slap to match your story. You should be used to it by now." "Jolie Quin!" Ian had reached his limit, his voice full of anger as he glared at her. "Apologize to her!" Jolie glanced at him, her expression calm but icy. "Get lost." She had thought he might be reasonable, but clearly, he was blinded by infatuation. She had no patience to deal with him any longer and turned to leave. Before she could take a step, Ian grabbed her arm roughly. "Jolie, you’re not leaving without apologizing! I don’t think I’ve ever wronged you, have I? We used to get along just fine, didn’t we?" "Let go," Jolie said, her brows knitting in disgust. She hated being touched, especially by someone she considered beneath her. Ian tightened his grip, his hand digging into her arm hard enough to cause pain. "Jolie, yo
Jolie was completely baffled, a string of question marks running through her mind. But when the girl suddenly dropped to her knees, it genuinely startled her.She quickly reached out to help her up. "Get up first. We can talk properly."Before Jolie could react, the girl grabbed her hand and slapped herself hard across the face with it.Smack!The crisp sound echoed in the quiet hallway, leaving Jolie frozen in shock."Why did you hit me?" The girl, who had just been crying like an innocent damsel in distress, now clutched her face and loudly accused her. "Ian and I are the real couple! You’re the one coming between us. How could you hit me?"Jolie blinked, completely dumbfounded, as the girl’s voice rang out.A few passersby paused, glancing over to witness the commotion.Meanwhile, Ian, who had been waiting and wondering why his girlfriend hadn’t returned, came looking for her. The scene he walked into—his girlfriend on the ground, crying and accusing Jolie—made him stride forward,
The person in the hallway glanced at her briefly but quickly looked away, as though she were a stranger. Jolie’s hand, lifted halfway to wave, stalled in mid-air.What... was that? Gavin noticed her reaction and asked in a low voice, "What’s wrong?" "Nothing," Jolie replied, shaking her head and brushing it off. The man outside was Ian. Pretending not to know her was probably his way of avoiding unnecessary trouble—after all, they had already "broken up." The door to their private room shut completely, and Gavin hadn’t seen Ian or his group. He turned back to her and asked, "Do you come here often?" "Yeah," Jolie nodded. "I come here a lot with friends." So, this was one of her favorite hidden gems. The fact that she was willing to share it with him felt significant somehow. Gavin caught himself lingering on that thought and was momentarily taken aback by his own reaction. He kept his expression neutral, not letting on what had crossed his mind. The food arrived qui
The reason it wasn’t the same was simple—her plan would fall apart if she got caught.Of course, that wasn’t something she could admit.Jolie simply said, "I just don’t want any unnecessary complications. Since you’ve already arranged the flight, let’s just leave directly."Gavin’s dark eyes fixed on her for a moment, but he didn’t press the issue.It was clear she didn’t want to talk about it any further, so he let it drop.When the elevator doors opened, the two of them walked out together. A car was already waiting at the entrance. Gavin, ever the gentleman, opened the door for her.The car pulled away from Cooper Enterprises, and Gavin asked, "What do you want to eat?"Jolie, busy typing on her phone, replied, "I know a good restaurant."It was a cozy place she loved, one she often visited with her friends."Alright," Gavin replied, pulling out his phone to respond to some emails. With his work condensed into such a tight schedule, he seized every spare moment to handle it.Jolie p
Gavin suddenly recalled Wilfried's words, "That girl doesn’t even like you."Lowering his gaze slightly, Gavin pushed the thought aside without explanation, his expression remaining cool and indifferent as he watched her. After Jolie finished looking through the photos, she turned to him and asked, "Why do you have pictures of all these women?" "My father brought them over," Gavin replied. "Oh." Jolie nodded knowingly and didn’t press further. It was easy enough to figure out—the Cooper family obviously wanted him to consider an arranged marriage, so they sent over these photos for him to choose from. She could understand that. In fact, she even helped him look through them, just in case one of these women turned out to be a good match for him. After all, their relationship wasn’t meant to last forever. When he grew tired of her and she had her fun, they’d part ways, and everything would return to normal. As she neatly organized the photos and placed them back on the ta
It was Jolie’s first time visiting Cooper Enterprises, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of curiosity about the place.No, to be precise, it was her first time stepping into any corporate office. The Quin family also had company, but she had never visited, nor had Daisy or Terence ever asked her to.The private elevator for the CEO was stunningly opulent, its polished surface gleaming like a mirror, perfectly reflecting their images. Jolie’s heart began to race with an inexplicable excitement.The assistant glanced at her and said with a warm smile, "Miss Quin, there’s no need to be nervous. Mr. Cooper will definitely be delighted to see you."Jolie nodded and replied, "I’m not nervous."The elevator moved swiftly, and as they neared the executive office, Jolie adjusted her cap and mask, pulling them snugly to hide her face as much as possible.Meanwhile, near the adjacent employee elevator, Rosalie was holding a stack of files, ready to head downstairs.She froze the moment she s