He was afraid that she would turn around and kill herself. He could only use Stella to hold her back. Eli was a kind person. He knew that only this way could he keep her alive. There would be hope for him as long as she was alive. Eli looked at Sean, confused. "When will I be able to meet Stella then?" "Soon. Let me make the arrangements. You may call Stella now," Sean said gently. "Really? I could do that?" Eli asked incredulously. When did her luck get better? Sean gave Stella a phone call. Stella was furious, but she still answered Sean's call after calming down. "Stella, I'll let Eli talk to you. I'll bring her back in a month, I promise," Sean said in a deep voice. Stella was silent. Her men were already ready. They are just waiting for a chance to make a move if Sean hadn't called. There were bound to be casualties if they were to start a war. All her men had parents and family. It would be for the best if they did not e
Sean entered the room and saw Eli sitting on the sofa, daydreaming. Eli stood up and returned the phone to him. "Thank you." Those words were so distant, it made Sean feel uneasy. "You don't have to thank me, we are husband and wife now." Eli raised a smile, but there wasn't a hint of happiness in her eyes. She changed the subject quickly, "When can we eat? I'm hungry." "I've prepared some nourishing soup and congee for you tonight. We'll slowly nurse you back to health. Everything will be fine," Sean said sincerely. Eli nodded and lay back down on the sofa. She closed her eyes to take a rest. She did not want to talk to Sean. She was still feeling unwell and stuffy. Sean made a call and ordered them to send the dinner to the room. Dinner was ready half an hour later. "Eli, it's time for dinner," Sean called out as he squatted in front of Eli. Eli opened her eyes and looked toward the table. There were two sets of dinner on the tabl
Sean walked to the side of the bed. Noticing his shadow, Eli looked at him and sat upright. Sitting down at on the edge of the bed, Sean held on to Eli's left hand and put a diamond ring on her ring finger. Eli noticed that he had already worn the diamond ring on his finger. The diamond was huge, and there was a letter "L" engraved inside it. Holding Sean's hand, Eli turned her hands around and looked at the diamond ring on his finger. There was a letter "S'' engraved inside his diamond ring too. Eli laughed and said, "Luckily, my name doesn't start with an "M". Otherwise, we will be a perfect match. With the letter "S" and "M", together we will be "SM". Surprisingly, Sean did not debate on her words as he would usually. He was staring deeply at her with eyes as gentle as water, captivating a human's soul. Eli started to feel uneasy. Was he planning to get intimate with her? She did not want to. "I'm a little sleepy. Let me take a b
"There's a huge age difference between us. You deserve someone better than me," Sean said euphemistically. "You are the best for me. I don't care about the age difference," Eudora said, trying her best to calm down. "I got married yesterday," Sean said calmly. Eudora was stunned for a few seconds before her face turned pale. "Alastair, are you joking? We were fine before. Why, did you get married all of a sudden?" "I'm sorry if you had misunderstood in the past. I didn't restrain myself as I wasn't married before. Now that I am married, I can't do whatever I want. I couldn't possibly allow the misunderstanding to go on like this," Sean said coldly. Eli sat in a chair and listened quietly, like a spectator. In a love triangle, there would always be someone sad and someone happy. Sean's words will definitely hurt her. Eudora's eyes were filled with tears. She still maintained her composure and didn't make a big fuss at all. She asked in a choking
"I'll be with you since I'll still need to install the prosthetic arm. Moreover, they won't be suspicious if I'm with you. They will put their guard down if you keep torturing me. I don't want to be the one waiting. I've been waiting for five years in anguish," Eli said with redness in her eyes. Sean became emotional, and he hugged her tightly. Her decision to install the prosthetic arm indicated that she had let go of the past. She had decided to stay and that she wouldn't leave him. Did that mean she was still in love with him? His drifting heart could finally stay still. Eli was still the simple, straightforward, and kind girl he knew. Eli felt the urge to cry. Wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes, she said, "Don't torture me too hard. I'll remember it with all my heart." "I won't torture you ever again. Listen to me, let Stella save you and stay with her. I will have peace of mind if I know that you are safe. Otherwise, you'll be m
Stella fell silent. She knew how terrifying it was to have enemies around her. In the past, Jasper was even assassinated in his own military base. Furthermore, once Sean had made up his mind to turn against them, he would then be surrounded by enemies, and every move he makes would be under surveillance. To kill all those people, not only would he need time but also a strong ability, a high level of endurance, and superb acting skills. Although Sean was wealthy and powerful, threats were all around him, waiting to take him down. "I will take good care of her, but I know that Eli wants you to take care of her. Otherwise, she would not have sacrificed herself like this for you. I will not prescribe any medicine for her for the time being, as I wouldn't want her to grow dependent on it. It's not good for her to take too much of it. What you should do now is to care for her and make her happy. Don't mention anything that will make her feel pressured or in pain," Ste
"Hello, Mr. Yaleman. It's Beckham. I'm currently in D Country. Will I get a chance to meet you?" Beckham asked politely. Sean knew who Beckham was. Beckham became the successor of the Yaleman family after he stepped down. Beckham, too, lived up to their expectations. He managed to establish his grounds in just one year, and it only took him four years to consolidate and strengthen his power. Now, he had become the youngest deputy president in history and was one of Bellamy's strongest competitors. "I'll send you the address later. See you in an hour," Sean said. He knew exactly what Beckham wanted to say to him. The reason why he was meeting him was just to confirm his speculations. He placed Eli on the bed and ordered his most trusted subordinates to protect her before he went out. He met Beckham an hour later. Beckham wore a pair of black-framed glasses and a brown windbreaker. Inside, he wore a black suit with a white shirt on. He seem
Eli knocked Sean on his head mercilessly and said, "Are you crazy? I still need you to take care of me since I don't have an arm. How do you expect me to take care of you when you have lost an arm too? I will not be able to carry you. If you break your arm, I will break my neck. Let's see who is more ruthless." "Eli," Sean called her name helplessly. "Sean, it doesn't do any good to me if you lose an arm. Don't be silly, okay? I'll be sad and unhappy if you broke your arm. Do you want me to be unhappy?" Eli said persuasively. "I know that you're upset." "Sean, it'll just take another half a month. We'll be separated after that. Don't think of those unpleasant thoughts. We should do our best to be happy, right?" Eli said with a smile. Sean nodded and said, "I have asked them to prepare a crab feast for lunch. You can eat two of them." "Wow, that's great," Eli jumped up for joy. "But I'll have to trouble you to peel them for me. See, you could only pee
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