Qianna's eyes lit up with hope as she looked at Lenold, "Really?" Lenold stared at Waverly. Waverly looked at him calmly. It was as if her eyes were covered with mist, shrouded with mystery. In just two seconds, Lenold seemed to have figured it all out. If he didn't play along with Waverly, Qianna wouldn't let him appear in the Mccarthy's residence. If he couldn't appear in this place, that meant that he wouldn't be able to see Waverly. "Yes, Qianna. I have a lot of unexplained matters, and there's no way to explain them. Do you trust me?" Lenold looked at Qianna. Qianna looked at Lenold and Waverly, "Is there really nothing going on between you two?" "I'm still a virgin. What else could we do?" Waverly said. "You should get yourself checked at the hospital. I have friends there. You wouldn't be able to lie to me then," Qianna was still skeptical. She didn't believe that Waverly, who had been married for five years, had never slept with a
Waverly brushed her hair from the side of her face, and she looked charming. She looked at Hayley with her misty eyes and said firmly, "Lenold is not stupid. He knows what others want to hear, but he is not telling the truth. Even if it is about Bellamy, how could he possibly know? Tell him that I'm not interested, and I want to rest. Let him go back and rest. When I am free, I will contact him." Hayley frowned and did not understand, "Why should you contact him? He has inexplicable feelings for you. I can see it." Waverly gave a faint smile and said simply with slight self-mockery, "Because he is of value." "What do you mean?" "A friend once told me, the more benefits are at stake, the closer the relationship you are to the person. This is human nature. The salesmen reach out because they want to sell something to a leader. If a leader gets transferred to an unimportant position, how many salesmen will still contact him?" Waverly said softly. The fri
Waverly clenched her fists, her whole body shivering. She looked at the door. Hayley could save her this time, but could she save her forever? The moment she returned to the Mccarthys, she was like a fish on a chopping board, and everyone wanted to slice her with a knife. However, in the end, she couldn't put down her dignity as she thought she could. She didn't want to give her first to Joseph. However, Bellamy didn't want her first either. Damp air blurred her eyes, and her eyelashes were covered with mist. With his head propped up, Joseph leaned to one side and looked at her with a mocking smile, "Are you afraid, or do you not want to? Didn't you say that you are very determined? Waverly, you all bark but no bite!" She did not speak. She took a deep breath and looked at him, "If I don't want and dare not do it, will you let me go?" Joseph stroked her face and said, "I wasn't planning on letting you go ever since you plotted against me. Altho
"Hayley, come here." Waverly was afraid of coming on too strong. It would put Hayley in danger. Joseph, that man would show no mercy. Hayley looked at Joseph, and then at Waverly's door. She then walked toward Waverly's room. Joseph clenched his fists and left. Waverly had gotten up from the bed and was putting on a thick coat. She told Hayley, "Throw the sheets away later and change new ones for me. Then, we will go out for dinner." Hayley was puzzled. She opened the quilt and noticed the bloodstain on the sheet, "Madam, it's okay. I'll just wash it, and it will be clean." "Throw it away." She looked at the sheet, upset. The sheet was her worst memory. "Alright," Hayley responded. She was thorough. She pulled the sheet, wrapped it, and threw it away. Waverly's stomach was still hurting. The novels she read in the past had always mentioned how good it felt, but no. It was not comfortable at all. She felt nothing apart from pain. Joseph wa
"Hayley, do you like snowy days?" Waverly asked. "No. On snowy days, we have to increase the intensity of our training, and it's easier to get sick. I like spring and autumn. It's neither too cold nor too hot. It's the best," Hayley said sincerely. Waverly looked out of the window and murmured, "I like the snow." Every time it snowed, Bellamy would treat her exceptionally well and let her sleep in his warm embrace. Her phone rang again. She looked at it, frowned, and answered the call impatiently, "What?" "It's snowing," Joseph said. "I know." "Don't go out and run around in this weather. Didn't you say that it was painful earlier?" Joseph said reproachfully. Waverly smirked and said provokingly, "It hurts when I see you, but it doesn't hurt when I don't see you." "In that case, you would probably in pain for the whole night tonight. My people have already gone to pick you up. You will sleep at my place tonight," Joseph ordered domi
Waverly was worried that this was going to be a trap. She had to be careful. She gave Joseph a call and asked, "Where are your people taking me to? Are we not going to the villa from the last time?" "Why? Are you afraid?" Joseph teased. "Of course. I only have one life. Why would I get into your car if I wasn't afraid?" Waverly huffed. "It's a relief to hear this coming from you. If you could stay this obedient from now on, it'll save me a lot of trouble." "You shouldn't have to worry about that, yes? After all, do I even have a place in your heart?" Waverly looked out of the window and said. Her breath formed a thin layer of fog around the window, and she drew a sad face on the window. "Are you trying to go against me?" Joseph's voice was low. "I wouldn't have gotten into your car if I was going to go against you. Where are you taking me?" Waverly returned to the topic. "You will know when you get there. Don't worry. No one is goin
Waverly was frightened. She didn't care about her mouth and immediately pushed his hand... Her strength was no match to his. She grunted as her nails dug into his flesh. Her brows were knitted tightly. He had hurt her badly, and she wanted him to feel the agony of pain too. Joseph stared at her and exerted more strength to his hand as if he was reaching for her soul. Waverly gritted her teeth and moved her face away. She lunged forward, aiming for his neck. Joseph saw through her and grabbed her face. Waverly scratched him on the face. Joseph flinched, and a piercing light flashed in her eyes. He was furious. With a strong pull, Waverly stumbled and was thrown into the spring. Waverly took the opportunity to slap him in the face, and three streaks of blood immediately appeared on his face. Joseph was infuriated. As Waverly turned around, Joseph pulled himself up on the edge of the pool and grabbed both her hands. Once he was ready,
"You've been soaking for more than an hour. You might get lightheaded if you were to stay in the water any longer," Joseph said. She was already suffocating, and her chest felt stuffy. "My clothes are still in the pool. Get them for me," Waverly frowned and said. "You can't wear those clothes anymore. I'll get someone to bring you new clothes," Joseph murmured. "Well, I would still have to wear something before going out, yes?" Waverly was embarrassed. Joseph walked to the door and put her down. There were white bath towels in the glass cabinet. Joseph took one and wrapped it around his waist. Then, he stared at her. Waverly turned around and took two bath towels to cover her body. She was not used to being naked in front of Joseph, nor did she like it. She wrapped herself up and said, "I could walk by myself. I don't need you to hold me." "I take back what I said before," Joseph looked at her with a burning gaze. "What?" Wave