Since childhood, there were three men who had entered her heart. One was Bernald who had protected her the entire time. In the end, he had died because of her. The other two were Lenold and Bellamy. Yazoo's appearance...was incredibly similar to that of Bernald's. They looked incredibly alike. The soft facial features, warm smile, maturity of a big brother, introverted temperament and the comfortable look in his eyes... Waverly's nose began to twitch as she felt her emotions pouring out. She could not control herself any longer and her eyes were covered with moist fog. "Would you excuse me..." She turned around and walked out of the room. Entering the corridor, she leaned against the wall. Memories of the past elapsed through her mind one after another. "There's no way. How could Yazoo look so much like Bernald?" she pondered. In this world, he was the sole person who she had owed but could not repay. She couldn't help shedding tear
"So what? Do you think your girlfriend was a virgin when you both got together? If you truly like her, you won't care about her past. If you don't like her, then don't flirt with her in the first place," Hanold said proudly. Waverly slightly raised the corners of her mouth. She had a good impression of Hanold. He was like a little brother from next door. The better her impression of him grew, the more she was unable to drag him into her drama. She went into the room. "She's here. She's here," someone said. It was as if they wanted her to know that they had been gossiping about her. Waverly pretended that she failed to hear that person and stood next to Hanold. "Waverly, do you want to play a card game?" Yazoo shouted. "I'm not good at them," Waverly answered. "It doesn't matter. I can teach you," Yazoo smiled gently. Waverly didn't want to refuse him and embarrass him. Moreover, it was easier for her to get into his circle of
The atmosphere of the meal was incredibly nice. The guests were all young people filled with ideologies, ambitions and dreams, only lacking in shrewdness. Their topics went from investments to women, from women to investments and from investments to politics. "Waverly, why don't you say something," someone called out for Waverly while they were discussing politics. Waverly smiled. Over the past five years, she had lived in the center of politics and had long forgotten about the peaceful lives of common people. She was finally at a down-to-earth gathering of civilians, so she subconsciously was against talking about politics. Everyone was looking at her. If she didn't say anything, it would seem that she would make them lose face. She said, "When I was in A Country, there was a famous host who said that the national policy was bad when we were eating. They were recorded by the people who ate next to them and the clip was later posted on th
"If you swear to leave M Country and the Mccarthy family, I'll naturally let you go. If you have evil intentions, I'm sorry, but I can't promise to let you go," Joseph spoke bluntly. Waverly's face turned pale. Those words meant that he still wanted to pester her. Yazoo could feel the atmosphere getting tense. So, he smiled and said, "You guys are still the same as you were when you were kids. Whenever you meet, you'd start arguing." "We're different from back then. When I was a child, I just didn't like her," Joseph said with a smirk, something more sinister lurking in his eyes. "It's indeed different now," Waverly pursed her lips. She really wanted to expose the truth about what he had done to her in front of everyone. Rationally speaking, even if she told the truth, no one would believe her and neither would Yasmine. She would only embarrass herself if she said all that. "When I was young, I still remember that you had a little humani
He went out to buy some food, which was quite far away. Waverly did not go out as it was already past ten in the evening. She locked the door, showered, took out the quilt, laid it on the bed, and was ready to sleep. Suddenly, her cell phone rang. It was Joseph. Although Waverly's cell phone had an anti-tracking application, she still didn't want to answer his call. Talking to Joseph would only make her angry and uncomfortable. She rejected the call and set the alarm for six-thirty in the morning for the following day. Then, she switched off her phone and went to sleep. After a long while, Waverly was woken up by the loud knockings on the door from outside. She couldn't be bothered by it and went back to sleep. With a bang, her door was kicked open, and the lights were turned on. She poked her head out from the blanket and realized that it was Joseph. He pursed his lips tightly, and his jaw was stiff. He looked furious and unh
Waverly took a deep breath, walked over, sat next to him, and informed, "Joseph, I don't want to do it today. I was not happy when I saw you with Yasmine today. I was not happy that you crashed into my car for her. I was also not happy when you said I don't even deserve to carry shoes for her." Joseph looked at her, and there was a slight change in his cold eyes. It was just like an aurora. It constantly changed, and his expression was unclear. After a while, his face softened. "Are you jealous?" "I don't know. I don't feel comfortable," Waverly answered ambiguously. Joseph shifted his gaze as if he was hesitating and doubting her words. Waverly knew that at this moment, it was better not to continue further as she could not afford to deal with the consequences. She also could not let him see that she was waiting for his reply. If something was slightly unusual, Joseph could definitely tell. She tilted her head, leaned on his shoulder, and clos
Waverly looked out of the window. She did not respond nor refuse him. She did not want to kiss him back, but she also knew that the more she resisted, the crazier Joseph would become. It was also possible for him to want her in the car. Her head hurt. As Joseph realized that she wasn't responding, the initial gentle kiss turned into a wild and overbearing bite. Waverly did not say a word as her heart had already drifted back to Country A's President's Mansion. It was already late in the night, and Waverly wondered if Bellamy had fallen asleep. In the past, if she woke up and noticed that he was not asleep yet, she would bring a pack to his study room and have a quick chat. Although he was shrewd, he would still tell her everything. He would even share with her the strategies and methods he thought of. She felt Bellamy's confidence, tolerance, and assistance towards her. He was gradually trusting her more. How did she find out that she had
"It's not about me wanting it or not. If I disobeyed the king's orders, what would he think of me? He would think that I do not know how to appreciate favors and that I think too highly of myself. The people from the Department of External Affairs will also ostracize me. How am I supposed to go on then?" Waverly argued. "So what? How long do you think Ronaldo can keep his throne for? As for the Department of External Affairs, when you become my queen, you can do whatever you want to them. You don't have to care about them," Joseph reasoned firmly. Arrogant, egoistic, insufferably vain, and full of oneself. Joseph was utterly different from Bellamy. She admired Bellamy's calmness, reservedness, and profoundness more than anything else. However, Waverly's retort was as useless as a glass hammer. To Joseph, she was just as powerless as an ant, unable to ever fight back and escape. There would only be a glimmer of hope for her if she obeyed him. "J