His gaze was cold and chilling, but there was no vengeance nor anger in it. Waverly was unable to figure his expression out nor had she ever successfully done so. Suddenly, Joseph sat up and got off the bed, heading for the door. His back gave off the impression that he was lonely, all alone. The doctors gave each other looks and left with him. Only Waverly and Hayley remained inside the room. Hayley immediately came over and sat herself next to Waverly, "Madam, are you okay? That man is a demon. We won't be imprisoned here forever, will we?" Just as she finished speaking— Joshua came in and said with a blank face, "Madam, Mr. Mccarthy has asked me to send you home." They were in the car. Joshua looked at Waverly through the mirror and asked, "Do you know why Mr. Mccarthy got beaten up that badly?" Waverly just looked at Joshua calmly, not answering. "He wanted to kill you, but Mr. Mccarthy objected. Then, he made
"When I was young, I used to get asked this really immature question, which was whether I would rather marry someone I love, or someone who loves me. Although it sounded ridiculous, I had given it a lot of thought. If you marry the one you love, then you might be at a loss because the other party doesn't reciprocate your feelings. If you marry the one who loves you, then you'd be pampered like a princess. However, your heart would feel completely desolate and you'd also feel bad for him. If I married the one I love, at least I wouldn't have any regrets," Waverly relayed. "Madam, I don't quite understand where you're getting at," Hayley scratched her head, feeling puzzled. Waverly smiled slightly, "I just want to give it all in a relationship, but I don't seek for my feelings to be reciprocated. That way, I won't be at a loss and I won't feel upset." However, her words failed to comfort Hayley. In the future, when the President was to marry someone else, Waverly wou
"You're behaving irrationally because you've been provoked. You should know that better than anyone else. You've gone rogue now. Even if you can't relax, you should still act according to our plan. I've told you, as long as you and Waverly receive support from the public, there's a chance of the both of you reconciling. If you go over there now, the chances of you two getting back together will become negative. If you die, how will you protect her? Are you going to come back to her as a ghost?" Stella raised her voice at him. "I can't just sit back and watch while she's in danger. You don't know how much of a hellhole the Mccarthy family's place is. She's only twenty-six, and she should be at the peak of her life! She shouldn't be imprisoned in a dangerous place like that. The thing she fears the most is loneliness. I can't let her continue to stay there, so I have to convince her to leave," retorted Bellamy as he grew even more aggravated. "That's why we have to plan thing
"No, Madam. I'm still underage and I don't have a driver's license," Hayley said apologetically. "Give me some time then," Waverly whispered softly. The longer Hayley watched Waverly's behavior, the more worried she became. Thus, she asked, "Did something happen to the President?" Waverly shook her head, "Hayley, I don't want to talk about it first. Just let me rest for a while." Hayley remained at her seat, looking at Waverly blankly. Waverly started breathing lightly, as one does while asleep. Truthfully, she wasn't actually asleep. She just wanted to leave her mind blank so that she could calm down. She kept inhaling and exhaling, alternating between both actions. "Woof!" The puppy in her arms barked, pulling her back to the present. Waverly opened her eyes to look at it and she could see its features clearly. Her eyes had just recovered. She knew it wasn't sensible of her to work herself up this much. She patted the dog an
"It's not like you're going to marry me, anyway. I'm already twenty-six years old this year, and I can't spend the rest of my life as a spinster, can I? I have to take the opportunity to find a suitable candidate while I'm still young. If I wait any longer, no one will want me," Waverly said with a sneer. Joseph stared at her and asked, "Do you really want me to marry you?" "Of course I do. I even remember telling you this before I came back," Waverly provoked him even further. "I'll marry you then," he said those three words in a matter-of-fact manner, making it clear that he wasn't joking. Waverly paused and felt her heart skip a beat. She looked at Joseph in surprise, trying to decipher how he truly felt, but she still failed. His eyes were like the abyss, nothing behind them. "You're not going to marry Madam Lenny's daughter already?" Waverly asked suspiciously. "I will, but I can get a divorce after that. Just give me ten years." Joseph sa
Upon hearing his words, she refused to believe that Joseph would actually tell her about his plans. He was an incredibly strategic and ambitious man. If he were to tell her about his schemes, it was probably part of his plan and she was a pawn in it. Seeing the skepticism in her eyes, Joseph could not help smiling, "I am a man of my word. Otherwise, Bellamy would definitely die if he came to M Country this time!" "You wouldn't kill him out in the open. He's here for an interview anyways," Waverly tried to get him to reveal his plans. "Who is he interviewing?" Turning the tap, Joseph ran his fingers through the water to feel its temperature. He spoke languidly, "It must be the current king. If the president of A Country dies in M Country, the people of A Country would dethrone the current king. If he loses his power, that would be my opportunity to step in." After saying so, his eyes fell on Waverly's face. They sparkled like the ocean, radiating colors, co
After removing her clothes, she stepped into the bathtub. Laying down, she shut her eyes. Although the water that enveloped her entire body was warm, she failed to feel its temperature on the inside. After laying in there for ten minutes, she got up from the bathtub. She didn't want to get any wrinkles from soaking in the water for too long. Stepping out of the bathtub, she wiped herself dry and changed into a pair of new clothes. Pushing the window open, a gust of cold air blew in. It was as if the cool wind cleared up her thoughts. People had their own obsessions, just like gamblers did. Once one thinks that since they've lost so much already, giving up would mean that they were admitting defeat. Therefore, they wanted to put all their hopes into the next round instead, and sink deeper and deeper into the spiral. Theoretically, everyone knew that the world did not work like that, but it was impossible for a person who had already lost so much to ju
"Hello, Waverly, this is the Ministry of External Affairs. I'm sorry, but you still haven't come in for work today and you've applied for quite a handful of leaves. The president of A Country will be visiting our country soon, so our secretary wants you to be here to help out for the welcoming ceremony," the caller informed. Waverly frowned. She was the woman who had cheated on the president of A Country. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for her to participate in the welcoming ceremony? Was it Joseph or the king who had come up with this? What were their intentions? "I have something to do in the morning, so can I come over in the afternoon?" Waverly asked. "Sure, then I'll see you in the afternoon," the caller said before hanging up. As she was still pondering about the motives behind the call, her phone rang once again. When she saw that it was Bellamy who was requesting for a video call, she answered immediately. "Waverly!" Bellamy called