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
Meanwhile, Misoup swiftly knocked Mitbahl down with a kick and then dropped the big hammer onto his chest. "Stay still." The hammer made a dull thud as it pressed against Mitbahl's chest, startling the assistant director. "Wow, these props are getting realistic," the assistant director murmured, noticing the dirt on the hammer. Someone might mistake it for a real one! Diana sensed something was off. "Wait, this seems like..." Thud! Before Diana could finish, Misoup's hammer came crashing down again, hitting on Mitbahl's chest with a loud bang. "Whoa?!" The assistant director staggered back, finally realizing something was wrong. Bending down, he touched the hammer, feeling its weight and texture. It was unbelievably real! His expression twisted in shock. This wasn't a prop—it was an actual hammer! The assistant director froze in horror. They'd... they'd caused harm! Oh my! They'd harmed s
Grabbing Diana's face, he swiftly started removing her makeup, the movements of his hands speeding up. "This...!" After wiping away the makeup, the revealed skin was unbelievably fair, smooth, and flawless! This was mind-boggling! The makeup artist widened his eyes and swiftly began cleansing Diana's face. As her exaggerated makeup was wiped away, her true face gradually emerged. "Oh my God!" "I can't believe it, it's simply unbelievable!" The makeup artist marveled in a sequence of exclamations. His facial expression transitioned from disdain to confusion, from confusion to astonishment, and finally settled into absolute admiration. Staring at this fair and delicate face before him, he froze. Oh my goodness! What kind of ethereal beauty is this?! Even without makeup, her skin was astonishingly flawless, delicate to the touch! Features as refined as a painting, naturally r
Paul's face darkened. The incident with Scarlett had been traced back to him online, even affecting his Twitter. He had been receiving a lot of criticism these days. "Then wait and see. Your side seems pretty precarious for tonight's elimination." Paul added resentfully. Tony chuckled, "You never know." With that, he turned and walked inside, leaving Paul outside with a grim expression. Leo and Anthony, the golden boys in Tony's group, had received more attention and screen time from Tony's side. Paul had initially planned to outshine Tony through this show or maybe even get close to Anthony. But as the show approached its end, he hadn't achieved either goal, and Scarlett's mess had only caused him trouble. The talent agent, Pomeroy, leaned in beside Paul. "Paul, don't sweat it. He can't be that lucky every time. Leo and Anthony might have the numbers, but tonight, it's your championship." Paul fin