Natalie Wheeler was lost in thought for a moment. She wasn't 18, so she knew what he meant. He wasn't asking her to accompany him just to chit chat under the blankets. She lowered her head, and her hands under the table were twisted together. She was not willing to... Allen looked at her gentle appearance. Her long eyelashes left a silhouette under her eyes, which was refined and lovely. He approached her slowly. His lips fell on her eyes, and it slowly fell upon her lips. "Fancy seeing you two here," Jasper's cold voice rang all of a sudden. Natalie retreated instinctively and raised her head. Her eyes met Jasper's particularly dark ones. His eyebrows were slightly knitted. Obviously, he was unhappy, but the corners of his mouth were curled up stiffly. "Mr. Milton, are you living in this hotel as well?" Allen asked politely. "Yes, it's more convenient. I shall not disturb you two any further," Jasper walked past them and went
Natalie Wheeler looked at him in shock. She couldn't believe that such words would come out from his mouth. She didn't understand why he would say that. "I think you've misunderstood, Mr. Milton. Or perhaps I should apologize if I have done anything that had led you to think that way. I have never had any improper thoughts about you. I just wanted a seemingly challenging job," Natalie said righteously. Jasper Milton lifted her chin and rubbed her lips with his left thumb affectionately, "Only you would know whether you have thought about it or not. Since you have said so, then I will take your word for it. However, from now on, I will allow you to think about it." Natalie's heart was thumping fast. She looked at Jasper, trying to read his facial expressions. His words were not frivolous, and there was no single trace of desire in his eyes. On the contrary, there was anger in his black eyes. Was he testing her? "I have a boyfriend," Natalie pushed his
"The 15th floor is on fire. Both of you, come with me," Jasper Milton said in a low voice. He glanced at them unhappily and turned around with a livid face. Natalie Wheeler looked at his cold back and she had a strange feeling in her heart. Did he come all the way up here just to inform them of this? When did Jasper become such a warm-hearted person? Natalie turned to look at Allen. Allen smiled warmly, "Although the fire is burning upwards, the 13th floor may also be affected. Besides, it might be very noisy tonight. How about we move to another hotel?" Natalie nodded, "You haven't slept for two whole days. You should have a good rest. I'll pack your luggage for you." "No, I can pack it by myself. Go downstairs and wait for me in the lobby," Allen said softly. Natalie didn't want to burden others whilst the fire was burning. She walked to the corridor. Jasper had not gone far. He stood at the corner and looked at her with his reddened ey
Jasper Milton looked at her deeply and remained silent. Natalie Wheeler felt as though she was making a fool of herself. She smiled awkwardly and continued to jog. When she came to the second lap, Jasper was still sitting in his chair. His head lowered and he was focused on his phone. The rays of sunshine fell onto his body, making it look as though he was surrounded by a golden halo of warmth. As he lowered his head, his hair left a shadow on his face, which made his features even bolder than it was before. Natalie's eyes softened a little. When she saw him raising his head, she looked away quickly and pretended not to look at him. Jasper elevated his mobile phone and took a dozen photos of her. Natalie did not notice his actions and merely ran past him. Jasper swiped towards Stella's photos and compared the pictures of the two of them. Their forehead looked similar, which was bright and full. The shape of the head was the sa
Eli Wayne thought for a while. She realized that crying in front of him would only show him her weakness. She wiped her tears and stood up, "What is it? Tell me quickly, I'm heading out now." Sean Yaleman looked at her fierce expression and he frowned, "Are you done crying?" "Did I cry? I was just excreting water. Got it?" Eli denied. "Excreting water, huh? Ha." Sean sneered, "I think you should excrete your silliness instead." Eli didn't want to talk to him anymore. She rolled her eyes at him and walked forward. Sean had no choice but to reach out and grab her arm, "Eli, you have a short fuse, don't you? You get angry as soon as you speak. Couldn't you be a little more obedient?" "That depends on whether the things you said are reasonable or not. If the things you say are unpleasant, it is only inevitable that I would get angry, right? I am not a plant. Even plants have emotions, okay?" Eli pried his fingers off her wrist. "Jasper came to ask
"As long as I don't admit to it, even if he suspects my identity, he will never be able to confirm it." "But what if he was sure of it even though you refused to admit to it?" Eli Wayne asked worriedly. Natalie's eyes flashed with suspicion and she asked, "Did Jasper come here today to ask Sean if I am Stella Grace?" "Yes. Jasper asked him about it, but he denied it," Eli explained. Natalie Wheeler lowered her eyes. She knew it. Jasper's attitude, tone, and words were very strange yesterday. Now that she thought about it, he probably thought that she was Stella. He was still having his doubts, so his attitude towards her was neither here nor there. Eli looked at Natalie, who was silent. She was anxious and she said agitatedly, "So what if he knows? You don't like him anymore, do you? Anyway, you two are already divorced. What are you afraid of? Just let him know your true identity. After all, he did bully you before." Natalie did not spea
"No matter what kind of scheme he is playing, I'd rather lose this deal than ask you to be involved with him. Anyway, even if I failed to secure the right to cooperate with Aneira this time, that doesn't mean that I wouldn't have the chance to take my baby out for a trip," Eli Wayne said with certainty. "Let's take it one day at a time." They went home after dinner. Natalie Wheeler went back to the room to sleep, and Eli was also ready to head back to the room to rest. She had been tortured by Sean the whole of last night and she was extremely tired. As soon as she returned to the room, the butler stopped in front of her, "Madam, Sir asks you to head over to the lakeside right now." "What? Sean hasn't left yet? Didn't he return to A country?" Eli said straightforwardly. The butler smiled and said, "Sir's schedule is of his own accord. We don't have the right to interfere." Eli shrugged her shoulders and thought about what Frederick Addington ha
Natalie liked to get along with Jasper like this. It was relaxing, at ease, and there was no conflict. It was like the beauty of life, plain and warm. When she talked to him occasionally and listened to his voice, she could feel the sweetness flowing in her heart. "Yeah, I can cook crucian carp with sour cream. The wild crucian carp caught in the lake is really fresh and tasty," Natalie Wheeler replied with a smile. Jasper Milton looked at her and smiled. He rarely smiled, and he was very good-looking when he did. "Not only did we catch crucian carp, but we also caught a silver carp and a black carp. What do you think you can make?" Jasper asked. Sean Yaleman came out of the room well-dressed and said with a smile, "It seems that we will have a gourmet meal today. Mr. Milton is very good at fishing, I only caught a dozen little crucian carp. I'm ashamed." "You deserve it, idiot," Eli Wayne came out of the room with a red face. No one knew whether she
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