John's eyes narrowed slightly. "Think carefully about what you were doing outside. If you can't recall, I can assist."
The utterance rendered the room eerily silent.
Charlotte clenched her fists.
Was he... threatening her, in front of everyone?
For this woman, he'd publicly threaten her?!
A touch of coldness flickered in Charlotte's eyes.
Hah.
But what did she have to fear?
In the end, if anyone got exposed, it would only be Winry. She wasn't the one resorting to such disgraceful tactics! Why should she endure this humiliation?
Charlotte lifted her head. "I was with Ms. White..."
"That...,"
Winry suddenly spoke timidly. "Earlier... when I was outside, Ms. Patel was there too. I accidentally pricked her arm with the rose I was holding and exchanged a few words, apologizing."
Winry murmured, "So, maybe Ms. Matthews saw it and misunderstood."
At her words, Diana burst into laughter.
Winry wiped her tears, moved by his assurance. Concerned, she said, "Frank, your face... the injury..." "It's fine. I'll go to the hospital myself. You're not feeling good tonight, go rest." Winry nodded. "Yeah, okay... I'll head back." She displayed a submissive demeanor. But deep down, she felt uneasy. About to open the car door, she suddenly remembered something. She sat back down, leaned towards Frank, and gently hooked her fingers around his neck. "Frank, how about coming upstairs with me..." Her eyes glinted with calculation. At this point, advancing their relationship with him seemed necessary. As Winry leaned in to kiss Frank, puckering her lips in anticipation, Frank turned his head and evaded her advance. "Frank?" Winry hesitated, then her eyes reddened. "So, you still doubt me?" She withdrew her hand, adopting a defensive stance. "If you don't trust me, then
Two entirely different styles complemented each other perfectly, emitting a graceful charm under the lights. Many in the audience couldn't help but express admiration. "Stunning, truly stunning! Such a rare design!" "Ms. Patel has pleasantly surprised me! This dress is gorgeous; I must bid for it later..." "It's rare to find talent coupled with kindness. Charlotte's talent and generosity truly make her the leading socialite of Cloud City!" ... Applause echoed around the room. Soon, bidding began, voices rising and falling in a flurry of offers. Jenny pursed her lips; though the dress was undoubtedly beautiful, she wasn't interested. She turned to Diana. "Big sis, what do you think of this dress?" Diana rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "The dress? It's okay." Someone nearby glanced at her upon hearing the comment. With John by her side, no one dared to say much, but the implicit disapproval was appar
John lowered his head, his deep eyes reflecting specks of starlight, mesmerizing anyone who looked into them. "I'm not God," he softly uttered, his lips parting slightly. "Not you?" Diana's confusion was palpable. Before she could fathom it, John's hand rested on her waist, gently nudging her forward. "You are." "What?" Diana's expression froze. Simultaneously, from the stage, Melvin's excited voice boomed, "The mysterious God among us is none other than Diana, Ms. Thompson!" As his words echoed, all eyes in the room swiveled towards Diana, fixating entirely on her. Pupils widened in disbelief. Diana? Founder of the 'Azure Star Foundation'? The enigmatic God was her?! Even Diana herself was baffled, "I'm God? How did I not know this?!" "Ms. Thompson, please come on stage and say a few words!" Melvin urged enthusiastically. Diana... had no clue what was happening! Just then, a warm hand grasped he
The old Asian-faced man nodded at John, smiled, and departed. Diana took the card and inspected it. Simple, with only a phone number on it. "Who is that old man?" she asked. John didn't answer, just looked at her, "Do you want to learn design?" Diana nodded. "I do. Actually, I want to learn many things, not confined to one field." She gazed at the man before her, a sweet smile on her face. "After all, to become your wife, I must become exceptionally skilled, right? To match up to you." A glimmer flashed in John's eyes. Though his expression remained unchanged, that sudden gleam revealed his thoughts. "Keep that card," John murmured. Diana nodded. As they turned to leave and approached their car, a voice shouted behind them, "Big sis!" Diana turned. Before she could recognize the person, a pink figure leaped into her arms, tightly embracing her. Jenny looked up at her, eyes
Seraphine wiped her tears, glaring at him disapprovingly. "This is my family matter, not your concern! Let me make it clear, nobody will take Evangeline away from me!" Seeing her obstinate stance, Doctor Bryant knew further persuasion was futile. He shook his head and prepared to leave with his medical kit. Before departing, he offered a final reminder. "Seraphine, if you insist on keeping her at home, make sure to ensure she takes her medication on time. If left uncontrolled, she might engage in extreme behavior." "Understood," Seraphine replied absentmindedly. Throughout the night, perhaps due to the sedative, Evangeline remained remarkably calm. In the morning, Seraphine fetched her keys, quietly unlocking the door, carrying breakfast and medication inside. "Evangeline, wake up, it's time for your medication." Evangeline didn't move. Perplexed, Seraphine approached and nudged her. "Evangeline?" Still,
In that moment, Leah stirred. She blinked faintly, as if about to speak. But the next second, her eyes closed again, and she slumped unconscious. Plunged into endless darkness. Colin, holding her, dashed out of the apartment, racing downstairs. Just as the fire brigade and ambulance arrived. Seeing him in disarray, the firefighters were taken aback. "Young man, you're too impulsive!" Colin paid no attention, placing Leah beside the ambulance. "Doctor, check on her, quick!" The medical team hurriedly attended to Leah, conducting a brief examination. Turning back, the emergency doctor said, "Don't worry, she inhaled too much smoke, temporarily unconscious but not in critical condition." Finishing, the doctor glanced at Colin's scalded hand. "However, your injury needs urgent attention." "I'm fine," Colin's voice remained subdued. Gazing at Leah's sleeping face, he finally relaxed.
"Maybe someone else should assist him," Simmons said, displeased. He hadn't been that intimate with Jephson before. Who was this guy suddenly appearing and getting close to her? "He's injured," Jephson replied calmly. Simmons's gaze turned sour. "I'll ask for someone else to help. Jephson, why are you treating this random guy better than me? What am I to you if you're favoring strangers?" Ben glared, thoroughly displeased. Who do you think you are? Do you really think you're someone special to Dr. Jephson?! "She's a doctor, and she was just looking after me because I was hurt, isn't that normal? What twisted stuff is in your head?" Ben's voice was cold. Simmons fixed his gaze on him. "Hurt? Looks like it's your brain that's injured. Dressing like that, what're you planning to do to Liora? Today, I'll see what kind of shady character you really are!" He reached out to remove Ben's mask. That was it. Ben e
In the hospital, a few nurses excitedly gathered, gesticulating towards a ward. "Did you see him? He's insanely handsome! Like, seriously, where do they make guys like that?" "He's a total heartthrob! When he first showed up, I legit thought he was some celebrity!" "Speaking of which, did you notice? That hottie kinda looks like Fly from FOT, right?!" "Wow! Now that you mention it, totally! Handsome folks are cut from the same cloth, huh?" The nurses giggled, buzzing with excitement. Just then, the door revealed a striking figure. Colin stood there. He calmly stated, "The patient in room six seems to be running a fever. Can someone check on them?" "Absolutely, right away!" The nurses chimed, eager to assist. After Colin returned to his room, the others were both envious and sorrowful. "Ah, but he's got a girlfriend, and it seems like he's head over heels for her, staying by her side the whole tim