In the meeting room.Everyone in the meeting room was looking towards the person presenting the group's upcoming project. Only Harry was as anxious as burning fire, frequently checking his phone but receiving no notifications.He looked at the message he sent to Emma three days ago that still had no response, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed. For a moment, forgetting he was still at work, he uncomfortably spoke to Martin."Martin, has it been 2 hours, and she still hasn't received the flowers? If she got them and didn't send a thank-you text, what does that mean? Doesn't she like roses?""Huh? Mr. Harry?" The presenter immediately stopped, asking Harry in confusion.Harry raised his head, and all eyes in the meeting room were now on him. Sternly looking at Martin, he waved his hand, "Nothing, just continue your presentation."But this time, everyone couldn't maintain their high level of concentration, glanced at each other meaningfully and then shrugged their shoulders. It seemed li
"Who gave you permission to enter my room?" After slamming the door shut, the woman rushed over to help Harry up, startled, then glared at the burly man who had just thrown that powerful punch.He showed a bit of concession towards her, lowered his voice, and spoke with a gentle tone, "Darling, you haven't been willing to meet me for over a week, so I had to come here and see you.""I've already broken up with you! I can't accept a thug who resorts to violence like you all the time.""Breaking up with me to be with this loser?" The man pointed his finger straight at Harry, his red eyes looked very fierce and his voice growled like a ferocious beast.Harry looked at the two strangers in front of him, uncomfortably brushed off the woman's hand, "Let go. Is this your room? You are?"He hesitated for a moment, as if trying to remember this face. The recent punch made speaking painful. Grimacing, he picked up his suitcase, "Damn it! Looks like I entered the wrong room.""Mr. Harry, I'm Emm
“I can't contact director Emma… Has no one seen her?” A film crew member clasped his phone in his hand, anxiously informing the others.“It's already an hour past working hours. She's never this late." Another voice also chimed in, she nodded in agreement.Coincidentally at this moment, Harry walked over wearing a neat suit. His appearance immediately attracted the attention of many people, some secretly admired his beauty, as well as found a savior to help them solve this difficult problem.Deputy director Bruno approached and greeted him very politely, "Mr. Harry, are you also going to work in Italy?"Harry nodded. He rolled his eyes at the somewhat chaotic situation around him and asked, "What's going on? Have you guys not started filming this afternoon yet?”“Not yet, we are still looking for director Emma.”“Emma? Isn't she still with the crew since morning?" He frowned slightly, turned on the phone to check, but did not receive any messages from Emma.The girl who gave Emma wate
"You came really fast.""Isabelle, release her quickly. Whatever you want, you can tell me. I will fulfill all your wishes." Harry's face darkened as he spoke to Isabelle in a low voice.He stared at the syringe piercing Emma's neck, his hand trembling tightly. All the calm he displayed outwardly was meant to exert pressure on Isabelle.Isabelle tightened her grip on Emma's throat, making it harder for her to breathe. Arching an eyebrow, Isabelle pursed her lips and shrugged, "I want her dead. Can you fulfill that?""Except for causing harm to her, anything you want is fine. Even if it means killing me.""Hahaha..." Isabelle suddenly burst into laughter, "You're willing to die for her, but when you harmed my family and we had to go to jail, how did you feel? Do you think I don't know the pain of suffering?""Your father going to jail was the court's decision, and the evidence was clear. I did nothing wrong.""What about me? You're the one who put me in charge of GarciaSw and then made
"Stop... I can't breathe, Harry."Harry's muscular arm, with bulging veins, tightly grasped Emma's neck, easily lifting her entire body. His eyes resembled a lost demon, growling as he spoke to her, "Quickly, bring more drugs here!"Emma struggled, clawing fiercely at his hand, but he seemed impervious to pain. She gasped, weakly pleading with every breath, "Please, Harry... Wake up!"Emma's legs kicked wildly in the air. Her gaze focused on the bedside lamp, and she cleverly knocked it down to the floor, creating a loud noise.In less than a minute, the door suddenly opened. Vincent quickly ran over and pulled Harry's hand away, "What are you doing? Let go!"It took three or four guards working together to restrain Harry. His eyes turned a fierce red, his face pale, and he continuously growled in a menacing manner.Emma clutched her throat in pain. Her chest ached as she witnessed Harry's current state.With a stinging sensation in her nose, she held back tears and turned to Vincent,
At Vincent's mansion."Emma... Emma..." A hoarse and feeble voice echoed.Sweat covered Harry's forehead. He squinted his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled continuously. Alone in the cold space, he lay on the bed, tossing and turning but unable to wake up. It seemed like his mind was engulfed by a terrible nightmare.Just as Vincent opened the door and saw Harry's strange condition, thinking the drug addiction had flared up, he immediately locked Harry's hands with a pair of cuffs.Harry struggled for a while before sitting up, his eyes wide open, shouting loudly, "Emma!"Looking down at his handcuffed hands, he breathed heavily, turning to Vincent with a bewildered expression, "Emma... Where is she? You are...""I'm Vincent, don't you recognize me?" Vincent waved his hand in front of Harry and asked suspiciously. He placed a glass of water on the table and then touched Harry's forehead to check his body temperature."Even if I were stupid, I would still recognize your hateful face.""
"If you dare take one more step, I'll shoot and blow your head off," echoed the cold voice of a mafia member from behind Harry.Emma's heart skipped a beat. Her face instantly paled, and she exclaimed, "Who dares to touch him? I won't allow it!"With that, she fiercely bit down on Manuel's shoulder, causing him to emit a slight groan.Tilting his head, looking at Emma, Manuel slowly set her down and chuckled, "Feisty woman, do you need to be so passionately protective?"Emma glared at him and was about to run towards Harry when Manuel tightly grabbed her wrist. Her entire body was now within his strong embrace. One hand lifted Emma's delicate chin, and the other waved a greeting towards Harry."Brother, do we know each other? It's a bit impolite of you to intrude on our private space so early in the morning.""Release her quickly. I came here to take her back."Harry's voice remained cold and stern, as usual, but his slightly pallid complexion couldn't hide the fact that he was unwell
"Thank goodness, you've finally woken up."Emma sat for hours by the hospital bed, tightly holding Harry's large hand, waiting for him to wake up. Finally, the man who had been asleep for two whole days regained consciousness.After Vincent found the antidote for Harry, he informed Brian of this news. Immediately after, Brian and Christine flew to Italy.The three of them, exhausted, napped on the sofa but were quickly awakened and approached the hospital bed. Christine gently rubbed Emma's petite shoulders, leaning down to wipe away the tears streaming down her face."You guys..." Harry struggled to open his heavy eyes, observing his friends standing around.Emma hurriedly leaned closer to him, placing her hand on his forehead to check his temperature once again, anxiously asking, "Are you feeling better? Any pain anywhere? Is the antidote working?""Emma, calm down. Dr. Carter examined and confirmed negative results. He'll recover quickly since he's in good health," Brian calmly sta
In a spacious duplex penthouse of over 300m2 in the heart of the city, Harry and his wife, along with their two little angels, lived happily day by day. After the two kids went to school each day, Emma would often sit at home studying scripts before moving back and forth between film shooting locations.In the afternoon, Harry would come home early to pick up the kids after school, then they would go to the supermarket together and cook dinner for her.This year, Charlie turned 10, handsome and intelligent. Originally, his attendance at junior high school drew significant attention, but his charming appearance garnered much admiration from friends around.However, every time friends invited him to hang out, he would coldly refuse because he had to pick up his little sister Ariel from kindergarten and wait for their father to come home together.Life was peaceful and calm, except for one thing..."Mom, why am I not in this picture?"Ariel, a 4-year-old girl, held a photo against Emma's
"Boss, Madam said you're exploiting her labor. She wants to resign.""Resign? I disagree." Harry wore his gold-rimmed glasses, focused on the stack of documents on the table. His hand continuously signed contracts that his company had recently won.As soon as he raised his head, it seemed like the sunlight of the summer sun could compare to his handsome face, "Has she not realized her mistake yet?"Observing Harry's calm expression, Martin silently chuckled. In front of others, Harry could maintain the cold and arrogant facade; however, facing his wife, could he keep up such composure?"What are you laughing at?" Harry glared at Martin, noticing his suppressed laughter."Boss, this time, Madam wants to resign as your wife. Besides working and taking care of Charlie, she claims constantly comforting you is too exhausting as a wife.""Impossible!" The deep hoarse voice suddenly raised its pitch.As soon as Martin finished speaking, Harry slammed the table, losing the calm demeanor he ha
The sun was just rising. Soft light poured into the room, illuminating a couple cuddling affectionately in bed.“Good morning, baby.”“Morning.”Emma rubbed her eyes, gave Harry a peck on the lips, and stretched her body.Suddenly, Harry's large hand reached around Emma's bare waist. The contact of their skin gave Emma a cool sensation, and she let out a soft moan."What time is it? We need to take Charlie to school..." Her sweet voice still had a hint of huskiness as she pushed Harry's chest away and reached for her phone.However, Harry remained firm, holding onto her waist tightly. He bent down to kiss the white nape of her neck, his cool lips gliding over her soft skin as he inhaled her fragrance.“The school is right across the street. He can go to school on his own..."“Come on, Charlie's going to sulk again. I can't comfort him anymore..." She laughed, then ran her hands through his hair, tilted her head up and gently kissed his throat.“Ah…”Harry used one hand to push her hea
"Want a smoke?""No, she doesn't like the smell of cigarettes."Harry shook his head in refusal, pushing the offered cigarette from Charles a bit away with his index finger.Charles stored the pack of cigarettes inside his vest pocket, casually leaned back against the car, and took a deep drag. He lifted his head to gaze at the pitch-black sky, devoid of moon and stars, remaining silent as time passed without uttering a word.Harry crossed his arms over his chest. The waft of cigarette smoke in the air made him slightly furrow his brow, his deep voice resonating, "If you've got something to say, say it out. I still need to get back to deal with some work at the company.""The first time I met her was in a corner of the university campus. I was facing off against a group of troublemaker students to protect a stray cat, and she came running, cursing them straight to their faces to defend me."Harry's expression stiffened suddenly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a complex emotion
In the capital city."Do you dare to show up at my doorstep?!" The fierce roaring voice carried immense anger, shaking the entire small villa.Mr. Garcia brandished a broom, driving Harry out towards the main gate. His chest heaved with rage, and he thrust the broom without mercy at Harry, but luckily he still avoided it.Pointing his finger directly at Harry's face, Mr. Garcia patted his chest to calm his breathing and said, "Get out of my sight quickly. Do you think bringing gifts to please me, I will allow you to be with my daughter?”The front door slammed shut, leaving Harry standing there looking pitiful and helpless.It seemed that the real difficulty had just arrived.A few hours earlier."Do you think this suit looks okay on me? Handsome enough? Does an all-black look from head to toe make me too scary?"Harry continuously adjusted his hairstyle while looking in the mirror. He then turned around for Emma and Charlie to admire. He nervously straightened the edges of his vest a
"Harry!" The anguished call echoed in Emma's heart from a distance.At this moment, all the forces Manuel had arranged along with the police arrived to surround the black car. The mafia inside, realizing they had fallen into a trap, couldn't help but curse silently. They slammed the car doors shut, intending to escape, but found themselves unable to run."Daddy! Daddy!" Tears streamed down with Charlie's tender voice, making the scene even more heart-wrenching.A 5-year-old boy cried, clinging to his father in the shelter of his small arms. From start to finish, Harry used his body to shield Charlie from witnessing the horrifying scene that had just occurred.But Charlie sensed Harry's continuously heavy and weakening breath."Sweetie, mommy is coming. You mustn't cry. Daddy almost made a big mistake just now. I'm so sorry, baby..." He held Charlie tightly in his chest, gently stroking his head."Daddy, I don't want you to die. I haven't had a chance to tell you how much I love you, a
"You've gone mad! The police have sealed off the landslide area; they'll quickly rescue anyone in distress. Stay put here for me!" Manuel commanded in a cold tone.He firmly held Emma's hands to prevent her from running forward."Let me go. I just came to check the situation. Harry and Charlie both went in that direction; they might have found a safe place," Emma protested."Stay here for me!" he repeated.Suddenly, his gaze focused on a black car passing on the other side of the mountain slope. A cold glint appeared in his eyes as he pressed Emma down under the seat.Uncomfortable with his rough actions, Emma raised her voice, "What are you doing? You still haven't answered me about why you're here. I'll go wherever I want.""Listen to me; you must not leave this area. Everything that happens after this must follow the police's arrangements." Manuel lowered his voice, looked at her seriously, and spoke a few words before quickly running off.Emma stared at his retreating figure in be
At the hospital."Did Manuel take away the test results? Wasn't the appointment for this afternoon?"Emma was frustrated with the hospital's way of doing things. She crossed her arms over her chest, took a deep breath to regain her composure, then tilted her head to look at Harry.His mood was calm again as he reached out to embrace her shoulders, pulling her close, and gently smiled at the doctor, "How are the test results? Surely, you must have recorded them on the computer?"Emma's delicately arched eyebrows twitched. She shifted away from him, giving him a stern look. Simultaneously, he leaned down to kiss her on the lips, giving her a playful wink and holding her tighter."I couldn't find any relevant records. It seems the doctor who conducted that test didn't document the results.""What? You guys are so irresponsible. First, there's a mistake in the test, and now you've lost the result notification for the patient..."The young female doctor in front of Emma looked a bit fluste
"Absolutely not. There must be some mistake here."Emma stood up abruptly, slamming the test results onto the table. She pointed at the paper, one hand leaning heavily on the table, and raised her voice in an angry interrogation of the young doctor, "Are you sure you haven't mixed up someone else's results?""Madam, I assure you these results are completely accurate. The paper even has the names of this gentleman and the child written on it.""Immediately retest for me." Harry gritted his teeth as he spoke. He leaned both hands on the table, his gaze like bullets putting pressure on the young doctor.The doctor, trembling, held up the paper and looked through it hesitantly, stammering, "You can request a retest, but it's after office hours now, and the DNA testing lab won't be operational. You can come back tomorrow to receive the results.""Fine, no need for a retest. We accept these results."Only now did Manuel speak up in his calm and composed voice. A faint glint appeared in his c