"Have you been tired lately? But you just resigned and started shooting commercials, so there shouldn't be too many things to keep you busy," Fiona Forger said, joining Cherry Desmond in the water, draping a towel over her head."Emotionally tired!" Cherry Desmond raised her head from the water, placed the fur towel on her face, and slowly said, "Working to make some money, but it's not enough. I wanted to find a way to make money faster, but that older man cut off my path. So, I thought, why not find a wealthy man and get married?""Didn't you say that before?" Fiona Forger swam over to her side, wrapping the fur towel on her head and leaning back in the water."Thoughts change every day!""Have you been excited about something recently? Why do you keep calling Mr. Desmond 'that old man'?" Fiona Forger asked, curious."He's always been a domineering old man!" Cherry Desmond pulled the towel down from her face and tossed it into the water, a dissatisfied expression on her face. "The D
Throwing the phone onto the bed, Fiona Forger rushed out of the room to find Cherry Desmond, only to see her standing at the door, shaking the phone in her hand."He thought something had happened to us. Please answer his call," Cherry said, turning on the phone and realizing there were numerous missed calls, most of them from Anna, all about this incident."What happened?" Fiona Forger was taken aback."On the way back, there was a traffic accident involving two Asian girls like us. The eldest brother couldn't contact us, so he was distraught. I heard the office was in chaos! Can you go and comfort that tyrant a bit?"So, she scolded her so harshly earlier because she was worried about her?!The resentment in Fiona's heart vanished because of Cherry Desmond's words."I'm coming back tomorrow; I'll book the ticket now. Do you want to come with me?"Miss Forger was naturally optimistic, and the fact that someone was worried about her made the explanation about her son no longer critica
Cherry Desmond looked at the bandage in her hand, then glanced at the tall, slender figure growing distant in the dim, hazy light. The loneliness in her heart felt like a dark abyss, growing larger with each passing moment. The space, the emptiness inside her, made her feel like she could be sucked into that dark abyss at any time.Only when the man's figure was no longer visible did she regain her focus, tearing the personal bandage carefully and applying it to the wound on her foot? A cool sensation spread from her foot to her whole body, and tears uncontrollably streamed down her face, drop by drop, falling to the ground.If it were before, he would have carefully lifted her foot, helping her apply the bandage with a heart full of pain. But now...Although her cold attitude was intentional, he left her alone on an unfamiliar road in a foreign country and walked away like that. It pained her heart.The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. Unable to hold back, she
Fiona Forger planned to take her son to her apartment and maybe ask her mother to look after him in the evening. Although her son could take care of himself and didn't need her to worry, he was still young. How could she leave him alone at home with peace of mind?As for explaining the situation to her mother, she would figure that out later.She couldn't delay the matter with her boss any longer. Otherwise, it would be exposed sooner or later, which would be disastrous. She decided to visit him tonight and see how things were.As Fiona and her son were about to get in the car, she noticed a familiar figure walking towards them amidst the crowd of attendants. Wasn't that her father? Why was he at the airport? Did he come to pick up an important client?Fiona didn't have time to speculate about why her father was there because he had already noticed her. She quickly pushed her son into the car and said, "Wait inside!" before closing the door. Then she looked at Butler John and said, "B
Since the mother and son entered the dining room, Grandfather Desmond's gaze never left Puddy Forger for a second. Even when Fiona Forger respectfully called out to him, he seemed not to hear, leaving her standing there anxiously, unsure of what the older man was thinking."Old man, can we start eating?" Aunt Melody whispered behind Grandfather Desmond, but he just nodded without saying a word. On the other hand, Puddy Forger raised his chin arrogantly and said, "Aren't you supposed to invite us to eat? Standing here for too long makes my legs tired. Can we finally eat or not?""You impudent brat!" Grandfather Desmond almost let slip a scolding remark but managed to stop himself. With a hint of anger, he asked, "What's your name?"Puddy Forger turned his head away, ignoring the question."Grandfather, his name is Puddy Forger." Fiona Forger discreetly squeezed her son's hand as a signal, then reluctantly answered on his behalf, not daring to hide anything.If Grandfather deliberately
Fiona Forger placed her hand on her son's forehead, feeling that his temperature was average, indicating that he wasn't sick."You're exhausted, aren't you?" she asked. "We were on the plane for over seven hours today. Even though the time difference is only two hours, I'm exhausted, and you must be too.""Yes," Puddy Forger replied softly, his eyes almost closed."I'm sorry, my dear. I made you go through all this because of me." Fiona's eyes welled up with tears as she pulled her son into her arms, burying her face in his neck. She felt guilty and selfish, realizing that her impulsive and unpredictable actions had caused her son to be so exhausted."Don't bother about me, Mom. Let me sleep!" The obedient little boy allowed his mother to hold him, too tired to even move.Fiona didn't say anything more, just holding onto her son tightly, quietly cherishing the warm moments between them.When they arrived at their apartment, Puddy was still fast asleep. Fiona didn't wake him up and ref
"People just want to drink water..." She said in embarrassment because their bodies were so close together; how could she not feel the changes in his body? Her face turned red like a burning fire."Let me feed you." He whispered in her ear, his lips with distinct lines starting to rise, his eyes, nose, ears, and down to his mouth, neck...Waiting until someone satisfied and released her, Miss Forger became as soft as a mud puddle. She couldn't even move her fingers to let him hold her onto the bed. As soon as she put her head on the pillow, she sank into a beautiful dream and slept until dawn. She didn't even remember to tell him something important!The following day, when Miss Forger woke up feeling tired all over her body, the Boss had long left the bed. He had written a note on the bedside table, roughly saying that breakfast was on the table and she should eat and rest. Well, he went to the company and would pick her up for dinner in the evening.He tormented her so much last nig
They can hack into the advanced computer system of the Desmond Corporation without leaving a trace; for a hacker of that calibre, there couldn't be more than ten people like him. But upon careful analysis, nobody had the leisure to infiltrate this system just for fun and then disappear, except...Thinking back and forth, he could only come up with one possibility: Damian Desmond, in some way, had provoked that brat.This was the most likely scenario based on the relationship between the kid and the Desmond family.He was an outsider, and although he had his doubts early on, without any evidence, he naturally wouldn't speak without cause. Most importantly, he wanted to know what the kid was thinking.Returning this time, he wondered what game the kid wanted to play. Moreover, he didn't hide his IP address this time, intentionally leaving a trace for him."Again? What did you find out last time?" Damian Desmond immediately caught onto the slip in Charlie Swan's words. Why didn't he ment