Stella's heart tightened. Before she could stand up, she heard the people around Jasper cry out in panic, "Chief, you're bleeding!" Jasper Milton frowned and said in a deep voice, "It's not a big deal. Don't make a fuss out of this." Stella Grace stood up, held Jasper's hand, and pulled out the glass fragments. "Don't underestimate minor injuries. If you don't handle it properly, it will slowly become a serious injury. Chief, you are an important leader of the state's military force, so you must take good care of yourself." The waiter came over with a medical kit that was provided by the hotel. Stella bent over and carefully treated Jasper's wound. Jasper looked at her with deep eyes. Her body was illuminated under the light. Because she had lowered her head, the silhouette of her hair fell on the side of her face, which made her look like a quiet shadow imprinted on the wall. He could vaguely recall fragments of a time where she had treated hi
The kiss had spiraled wildly out of control. The whole thing was like thunder striking the ground into flames, the ocean waves crashing violently against the beach. Everything was electric. The sounds of their breathing grew heavier and heavier. They'd completely forgotten about the time, location, surroundings and even who they were. Jasper pressed Stella onto her seat. Her legs wrapped around his strong waist, closing the distance between them. Jasper's subordinate noticed that something was off and peered into the rearview mirror. "I'll gouge your eyes out!" Jasper snapped. "Eyes on the road!" His subordinate immediately averted his gaze. He straightened his back, looked straight ahead, and held the steering wheel tightly. Jasper drew the curtain of the right window and sat down on the back seat. Holding Stella with one hand, he closed the curtain of the other window with his free hand. Adviser Zenith was stunned to see the usual
Stella Grace was very embarrassed. She turned around with her back facing Jasper, and said in a low voice, "I... seem to have... ate something bad." Jasper Milton wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms. "Ryan must have drugged the pomegranate juice." Stella was startled and she turned to look at Jasper. His face was right beside hers. When she turned her head, she accidentally touched his face, and there seemed to be a flash of electricity on her lips. She was so shocked that her heart jumped. She tried to calm herself down as soon as possible, so as not to be tempted by the excitement. "Both you and I drank the juice, and so did Ryan's son, right? He wouldn't hurt his own child, would he?" Jasper remained silent, looking at her with clear eyes. That look alone confirmed her suspicions. "Was that man just now sent by Ryan?" Jasper nodded. "Probably. He used a room card to open my door. He probably wanted to take ph
Stella Grace returned to her room in a daze, and the last words that Jasper Milton had said to her lingered in her mind - "I will never give up on you in this life." She sat down on the sofa and spaced out. God must have blessed her for her to be loved by someone like this. For a long time, she had been living for herself and often felt that she was pitiful. God had never been merciful to her. Thinking about it now, she was not pitiful one, but Jasper rather. She closed her eyes, and everything in front of her disappeared into the darkness. Everything in the world had nothing to do with her anymore. But what should she do about Jasper? She had lived alone all this while and had no lover to accompany her. Things had been this way for the past 6 years. Whenever she thought of the person she loved, she would feel sad and suffocated, as if the air surrounding her was thinning. That kind of desolation came from the bottom of her heart. Even in
She didn't know how much time had passed. By the time she came around, the sky had darkened and everything was pitch black. Her hands and feet were bound with ropes. It felt like her body was floating. Was she floating on water? "Stella, Stella." She thought she was hallucinating when she heard Jasper's voice. Did she miss him too much? "Stella, Stella." Jasper's voice travelled into her ears. She was sure she'd heard it clearly this time, so she hurried to answer. "I'm here, Jasper. Jasper!" A bright light suddenly shone from the flashlight on his phone. Jasper Milton lifted the lid of the wooden box. Stella Grace caught sight of his face and gasped in surprise. "Why are you here?" Jasper bent over to untie the ropes that were binding her hands. "It's a long story. Let's get out of here first. Bryan is still outside," he said hurriedly. "Bryan is outside?" Stella panicked and grasped onto his hand. "Bryan is one o
"Hmm?" Stella Grace was in a daze. She didn't understand what he was saying. "I said, I've recovered all the memories that I had lost." Jasper Milton explained as he looked at Stella's face. "You weren't the one who had accidentally revealed my identity. They recognized me because I met an old opponent in the mission." She fixed her gaze on him. Her mind was filled with many complicated thoughts. She felt hope and warmth, as if there was finally an outlet for her frustrations, yet at the same time, she couldn't help but feel lost and a sense of bitterness. He had regained his memory. She had wanted him to recover before this. She remembered everything they had done in the past, whether they were sweet or sad. She also remembered the times they had worked hard together. But now, what could he do even if he had remembered everything? Stella turned her back and looked into the distance. A gust of wind blew. It was very cold. She shivered.
"By the way, you hadn't slept a wink since last night. You should sleep for a while. I'll keep watch," Stella Grace said as she sat up. "Didn't you not sleep last night as well? I can stay awake for a few days. You should sleep first," Jasper Milton said softly. "I've been sleeping. It's your turn now. I want to feel the sea breeze and see the blue sky and white clouds." Stella patted her thighs. Jasper smiled slightly, his eyes full of love. He did not refuse anymore. He lay down next to Stella and put his right arm behind his head. He did not lean on Stella's leg. He was afraid that she would be tired. Stella looked at his prominent features. When he fell asleep, his mouth was also tightly closed, like an elegant prince. It seemed that God was not entirely cruel to her. Although her life was short and although she had suffered a lot, God had given such a good man to her. Jasper was too tired. In fact, he had been restless after parting ways with he
With him around, there was nothing to be afraid of. "You've already tied me up, but what about you?" Stella Grace asked worriedly. "I'll be fine. If the wooden boards capsize, I'll have to make sure I turn them over immediately." Jasper Milton said thoughtfully. "If the wind and waves are too strong, you won't be able to swim as fast as the waves." Stella was worried. Jasper did not have a plank, so he would die no matter how long he could hold his breath. "I'll tie a long rope on my hand so that I won't fall into the sea." Jasper comforted her when he saw the worry in Stella's eyes. "WIll it be tight enough?" Jasper smiled slightly. "I will be using military buttons, so if the wind and waves get stronger, it will become stronger as well." "How about the rope? Is it strong enough?" "These are all used by fishermen, so they're very sturdy. Don't worry, it'll be fine," Jasper said firmly. "Then... please hold my hand. No matter how bi
The bullet pierced through his chest, and blood dyed Joseph's silver coat red immediately. "Joseph!" Waverly's eyes were bloodshot, and her roaring voice was choked. He looked at her, and wanted to smile, but he didn't have the energy to do so. He fell a few steps back, and leaned against the window. The sea breeze tousled his hair into a mess. "Let go of me!" Waverly struggled, but they were too strong and she couldn't escape. "Push him down, and make sure he dies," said the person who was holding Waverly captive. "No!" Waverly yelled, but her efforts were futile. They walked up to Joseph and pushed him down the window ruthlessly. She screamed, "Joseph Mccarthy!" The person who was grabbing Waverly released her all of a sudden, and she rushed to the window as fast as lightning. Then, she jumped into the sea without hesitation. Joseph had been shot, and his blood diffused into the sea rapidly. Waverly dived into the red pool of blo
Boris asked, "What's the solution?" Breddy answered, "We'll have to make her take the initiative to face it." Boris sighed, "That's easier said than done." Shaking his head, Breddy replied, "It's not too hard. You said it yourself that she's a kind person. She would even help a complete stranger, so what makes you think she won't save a person that's extremely important to her?" Boris was stunned. Breddy continued, "If this person was heavily injured for her, she would realize that there's someone in this world who still loves her, and she'll naturally want to stay in this world for a little longer. By then, she'll be willing to open up her heart." Boris took a pause, and said, "But who is this person?" To the Waverly Martell of the past, Bellamy was everything to her. However, at present, he was nothing. She cared about everyone, but she refused to let others care about her. It seemed as if she had already merged into the world, but th
Waverly frowned and looked at Breddy's left hand. She saw as he put the coin in his left hand, "What if I want you to jump off the top floor?" "Then I'll jump right down." Breddy said affirmatively. He raised his smile and looked incredibly confident. His character was like the calm deep blue sea, vast and far-reaching, which made her feel at ease. Waverly's eyes once again fell on his left hand. "Believe in what you've seen. Things aren't as complicated as they seem. It's just that simple," Breddy reminded her. Waverly pointed at his left hand. As expected, the coin was in the palm of his hand when he opened it. "You won. What do you want me to do?" asked Breddy. Waverly looked coldly at the man in front of her. She would even save a stranger whom she didn't know, so how could she ask Breddy, who was treating her, to seek death? She had no idea why, but judging by his self-confidence, he seemed like he was playing house with
Waverly hesitated. "Just talk to the psychiatrist. Perhaps he would give you new ideas and inspirations. Didn't we agree that will be better for our future?" Boris encouraged her. "We are leaving tomorrow. We might not have time. Thank you for your kindness," Waverly said. "I have made an appointment at ten o'clock in the evening in the hotel. He will come to the hotel," Boris said. "Y-you have arranged an appointment for me today?" Waverly had an unspeakable strange feeling in her heart. Even after knowing the death of his girlfriend, Boris could still call a psychiatrist for her. Did he do so out of friendship, generosity or because he pitied her? "My girlfriend said that she wanted me to do my best to help others on her behalf," Boris said with a smile. "The heavens must have summoned her back to be an angel," Waverly comforted Boris. "I think so too." It was night. Waverly ate a little, took a shower, stayed in the r
Cadwell looked at the files in his hand. They were very thick. He flipped through them briefly. There were twelve pages in it. The files talked about a lot about the nation's history, analyzing the cause, the process, and the result of those incidents. It also explained a few things regarding Queen Danina and Prince Caesar. It analyzed their personalities and gave a prediction on what the future would be like. The analysis was flawless. Every word was written in perfect unison. He could prepare himself in times of danger, so he could exert the right amount of pressure when needed. Furthermore, she had given him two plans, one of which was to work with her and expand his diplomatic power in M Country. She represented the Mccarthy family and also the highest level of weapons. Of course, if he did not feel that such a cooperation was necessary, they would still maintain a good relationship. After all, there was no hatred between him and the Mccarthy family. He woul
"I was wrong. I've realized deeply that I was in the wrong. I should bad-mouth you rather than Madam. Mr. Mccarthy, I should offend you rather than offend Madam," Yadriel lowered his head and said in a low tone. Joseph stood up and walked up to him, "You feel wronged?" "I feel wronged on your behalf." Yadriel's eyes were red as he said, "Mr. Mccarthy, I know very well that even though you've treated her so well, she has never treated you fairly. As soon as Bellamy went to find her, she threw everything away. She didn't even want the title of Peace Lady and was willing to follow Bellamy again. Does she know how much effort, energy and time you've spent in order to earn the title of Peace Lady for her?" "She likes Bellamy, so naturally she doesn't need to think about what's fair or not with him," Joseph said clearly. "If so, why are you treating her so well?" Yadriel didn't understand Joseph's actions. "You're my best friend," Joseph said with sadness in his
Waverly sat down on the sofa, "How's your relationship with Madam Lenny?" "Oh, Madam Lenny has an excellent relationship with Queen Danina. In the past, I even had a meal with Queen Danina with her help," Thomas said. "Do you know why the relationship between her and Queen Danina is so good?" Waverly asked. "I can only say that Madam Lenny has brilliant judgement. In addition to that, she's quite capable. When Queen Danina wasn't a queen yet, they were already close friends." "Perhaps Madam Lenny invested quite a bit of effort in making Queen Danina the queen. Thus, their friendship is incredibly firm and unshakable. At the moment, Prince Caesar is one of the most popular heirs to the throne. Once he becomes king, perhaps Madam Lenny's status will become even more unwavering." "Besides that, according to what I know, Madam Lenny has a strong relationship with many other countries. If those strong countries join forces, then there's no way to break through
"When my friend sent me the video, I asked him to delete it immediately. I came here with a lot of sincerity. Since you've said so, I suppose we don't have to talk about the agreement anymore. I will leave Mexiland in a moment. I'd better not interfere with your business, lest I offend both parties," Waverly said coldly. "Who is your friend? If you don't tell me, I can only treat you as one of them. If you want to leave Mexiland, it won't be that easy," Thomas warned. "Joseph. It was Joseph who gave me the video," Waverly said and hung up. The phone rang with another call from Thomas. Waverly answered and her tone was impatient as she said, "Is there anything else?" "Why did Joseph do that? I don't have anything against him," Thomas didn't understand. "What he wants must be done. If you don't understand him, you can ask your friends about him. I have already told him not to do this, but you insisted on beating around the bush. According to my underst
Agnes smiled, "Okay." "Go rest," Waverly said and slowly closed the door. She stood by the window and looked at the traffic downstairs. Truth be told, she was quite far away and the road was so dark that she couldn't see much with her naked eyes. At most, she could feel the cars rushing by with their bright lights switched on. She wondered where the people in the cars were rushing to. Were they going home or going out to have fun? Did they have desires in their hearts or were they lost in pretense and living like a walking corpse, interacting with people every day? At the moment, she had no other choice but to march forward bravely. She didn't want to go back. She picked up her phone and blocked Bellamy's phone number with a cold and emotionless gaze. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart and she felt much more relaxed. She threw her phone on the bed and went to the bathroom to take a bath. After bathing, she laid on t