"Mr. Fletcher, here's your water," Selena said, handing him the cup without looking at him.Aaron took the cup, sipping it slowly. "Do you really want to murder me right now?" Selena forced a smile. "Mr. Fletcher, you're joking. Committing murder is against the law."Aaron chuckled lightly. "So, if it weren't illegal, you'd murder me?"Selena smiled at him, and Aaron couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine.He stood up and started walking toward the woods. After a couple of steps, he noticed Selena still standing there and asked, "What are you waiting for?"Selena asked incredulously, "Do you need me to follow you to pee?"The veins on Aaron's forehead bulged. "Follow me!"Selena's expression changed as she looked at him like he was a pervert, even taking a step back. "I refuse."Aaron laughed at her reaction. "I'm not going to the bathroom."Selena eyed him suspiciously. "Then why are you heading into the woods?"Aaron fell silent.Why did everything she said have an under
Aaron froze. He too had heard the sound of something cutting through the air. When he turned around, he saw Selena diving towards him, taking the bullet meant for him.It was utterly shocking!He caught her, watching in disbelief as blood flowed from her shoulder and her face grew pale. "Why?" he asked, confused.Selena was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. Hearing his voice through the haze, she wanted to slap him hard. Why was he asking such a dumb question? Couldn’t he just get her to the hospital already? Did he plan to let her die and bury her right here? This damn man!"Mr. Fletcher, are you alright?" The discreetly positioned bodyguards emerged from their hiding, having captured the shooter, and approached him.Aaron snapped out of his daze, his face darkening. "What were you doing just now?"The bodyguard bowed his head. "Sorry, Mr. Fletcher, it happened suddenly, and we were caught off guard."Aaron couldn't describe what he felt. He picked up Selena and ran qui
Was it because she liked him that she couldn't bear to see him hurt, so she took the bullet for him? Could she really have a masochistic tendency?He had always been bullying her. And yet, she still liked him?Aaron couldn't help but touch his own face, feeling a surge of confidence. With his dashing appearance, liking him made sense, after all.He put away his phone, his gaze settling on the unconscious Selena, and sighed helplessly.What a pity. He knew he couldn't reciprocate her feelings.When Selena groggily woke up, her left shoulder felt foreign to her. The pain was excruciating and unbearable.Where was the anesthesia? Did that damn man not even give her any painkillers? Was he that cruel?She sucked in a sharp breath, tears welling up from the pain.Seeing her awake, Aaron said, "Don't move around too much. Your wound will hurt a lot."Selena lay there on her stomach, feeling utterly miserable. Her face was pale, and she weakly asked, "Mr. Fletcher, can I ask what exactly you
"By the way, don't tell Aveline about this," Selena murmured, worried that Aveline might get anxious."Alright," Aaron replied absentmindedly. He was still wondering what request Selena might ask for. If she were to ask him to wed her, he wouldn’t know what to do.It was a tricky situation. Why did he have to complicate things further by agreeing to fulfill yet another request?Aaron sighed, thinking he really shot himself in the foot this time....Back at the hotel, Aveline felt a sudden, inexplicable unease. She stood there in a daze for a moment, but the feeling quickly passed, leaving her puzzled.Just then, her phone rang. Seeing it was Lucas, she hesitated. Why was he calling her? Instinctively, she wanted to ignore it, but since they weren't divorced yet, she answered the call. What if he was calling about the divorce?"Hello?" Aveline said.Lucas' voice came through. "Where are you? I'll send someone to pick you up. Grandma wants to see you."Aveline felt a pang of disapp
As soon as the words left her mouth, the atmosphere in the car turned icy, a chilling pressure enveloping Aveline. Her eyelashes fluttered subtly, reflecting her inner turmoil.Lucas remained silent but he drove faster. Aveline clutched her seatbelt, her brow furrowing. "Lucas, slow down."It was rush hour. Driving this fast was dangerous, and she certainly didn't want to die."Shut up!" Lucas snapped. He didn't want to hear her voice at all, and her words only made him want to strangle her.Aveline flinched at his outburst, casting him a bewildered glance. "Why are you so angry?"Lucas' face grew even darker, and the car sped up even more.Aveline didn't dare speak again, afraid that his frustration might cause him to crash the car, putting their lives at risk.Finally, after a nerve-wracking drive, Lucas stopped the car in front of the Tudor family estate. The gatekeeper opened the gate, and Lucas drove in.Aveline closed her eyes briefly, then said, "Lucas, as a man, I hope you'll
Aveline's smile froze.Lucas said, "Grandma, you don't even care about me. Once there's a great-grandchild, you'll like me even less. Maybe it's better if we don't have one.""Stop that nonsense! Are you jealous of your own child? What kind of father are you? A great-grandchild is a must, and I want to play with my great-grandchild!" Barbara waved her hand dismissively, clearly not interested in what Lucas had to say.Lucas could only smile wryly.Aveline said, "Grandma, the weather is nice today. How about we take a stroll in the garden?""Yes, yes! I love walking with you," Barbara agreed eagerly.Aveline began to push the wheelchair out of the villa.Lucas didn't follow them. Instead, he went upstairs and entered the study.Yvonne happened to come out and, upon seeing him, smiled. "Lucas, you're back. Your father was just talking about you. Go on in.""Okay," Lucas responded coolly.Inside the study, the atmosphere was heavy.Frederick sat in a leather chair, wearing glasses and rea
Aveline felt deeply touched. She wasn't particularly close to Barbara, yet Barbara liked her immensely. Whenever she saw Aveline, she would give her the best of everything.Aveline couldn't help but wonder if this was how parents treated their children. She couldn't relate. Her thoughts drifted to her own child, which she didn't yet have. A tinge of sadness flashed in her eyes. She didn't know when she would ever have a child of her own. Whenever she and Lucas were together, he always used protection, preventing any possibility of a child. She had never thought much about it, but Barbara's words had made her start to care. Lucas didn't want a child but refused to divorce her. Such a contradictory man.At that moment, a servant came over to announce that dinner was ready.Aveline said, "Grandma, let's go back and have dinner.""Yes, yes," Barbara agreed, nodding. Just then, the flower crown fell from her head. Barbara quickly caught it and held it tightly in her hands.Aveline co
Sophia instinctively glanced at Aveline. However, Yvonne acted as if she hadn't noticed her expression and said, "Let's go, time to eat."Throughout the entire situation, Aveline remained silent. She simply observed everything indifferently.How could Yvonne, who managed to become the matriarch of the Tudor family, be someone without a scheming mind and intelligence? What was the meaning behind that scene just now? Was she trying to sow discord between her and Lucas, or make her jealous of Sophia?A trace of mockery flashed within Aveline.At that moment, Lucas descended the stairs. Noticing the expression on her face, his eyes darkened a bit as he approached and asked, "What's wrong?"Aveline glanced at him and said, "Nothing, it's time to eat."As she spoke, she was about to leave, but he grabbed her wrist.She looked at him in confusion.Lucas furrowed his brows and said, "Aveline, you can tell me if anything happens. You can't handle everything alone."Aveline's expression turned
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