But Winnie was pregnant and needed regular checkups to minimize any risks. Jamie continued, “And Winnie always praises how considerate you are, She even mentioned that you personally found her doctor for the prenatal exams. But now you’re saying this… Aren’t you worried she might overhear?”“If I don’t mind her discovering our relationship, do you really think I’d care about that?” Ben replied, full of confidence. “Even if she finds out everything, she’ll still stay with me.”Jamie knew him well enough to understand that he never made claims unless he was sure. If he was saying this so confidently, it meant he believed he had Winnie completely in his grip.A wave of dizziness hit Jamie. “I did what you asked last night, and I’ll go along with whatever you want tonight as well. I…”“I’m a lawyer, not a collector of cast-offs. Especially ones with a clear price tag of over $10,000. What are you lined with, gold or diamonds?” Ben interrupted again, his words laced with cruelty.But
The doctor called over a nearby nurse. “Christine, please accompany this gentleman to the payment desk to check the details.”This nurse happened to be the one overseeing Charlie’s room. She already felt sympathy for Jamie and her son, and now, assuming Ben was Charlie’s father, she couldn’t help but share Jamie’s hardships with him. “She’s been raising her sick child alone, working multiple jobs just to cover his medical bills. It’s really not easy for her.”“I even suggested she upgrade to a VIP room. The room has two beds, one for a family member to rest. But she turned it down because the VIP rooms are too expensive.”Ben’s heart twisted as he listened. So, this was how Jamie had been living all these years.And this child—who was his father? Could it possibly be his own?No, that couldn’t be. Jamie had left him years ago for the sake of money, cutting him off entirely, severing every line of contact. She had left so coldly. How could she possibly have kept his child?Before
Ben couldn’t help but be amused by the little boy’s suspicion. An idea struck him, and he pulled up an old photo on his phone, showing it to Charlie. “Look, isn’t this your mom in the picture?”Charlie glanced at the screen and nodded.“Now you believe me, right? I really know your mom.”Charlie hesitated. “But… photos can be edited too. How do I know this one’s real?”Ben was taken aback. “You’re pretty young to know about things like that.”He hadn’t considered just how much Jamie, a single woman raising a child, might have gone through. People had likely tried to deceive her and Charlie countless times. It was no surprise the boy was so wary.“I even have a video here,” Ben offered, scrolling through his album. “See for yourself. If it were fake, you’d notice.”Charlie finally started to relax. Since this man really did know his mother, he figured he didn’t need to be so guarded.Answering Ben’s earlier question, Charlie said, “I don’t have a dad.”“Not at all?”“Nope. He
Inside the hotel room, the place was a mess. Nina Walker woke up, her entire body sore and achy. She rubbed her temples, preparing to rise, and glanced at the tall figure lying next to her. His strikingly handsome face boasted sharply defined features and deep-set eyes. He remained sound asleep, showing no signs of waking.Nina sat up, the sheets slipping off, revealing faint marks on her fair, sensual shoulders. She got out of bed, bloodstains clearly visible on the sheets.Glancing at the time, realizing she was almost late for work, she grabbed her scattered professional attire from the floor and changed into it. Her stockings were already torn by him. She balled them up and tossed them into the trash, slipping on her high heels. There was a knock at the door. Nina was already neatly dressed, back in her role as an efficient secretary, holding her purse as she headed out. Entering was a pure-looking beauty. Nina had called her. The type that Nash York liked. Nina said, "You ju
Upon hearing the voice, Nina's face jolted with surprise, nearly stumbling.With her balance faltering, her body leaned towards him. Nash felt her body tilting and reached out to steady her by the waist. The scorching warmth instantly reminded her of the scene from last night when he ravaged her recklessly.Nina composed herself, lifting her head to meet his deep gaze. His eyes were too serious, containing both questioning and doubt, as if trying to see through her with just one look. Nina's heart raced rapidly. She dared not hold his gaze for another second, instinctively lowering her head.When he assumed it was the woman from earlier, he flew into a rage. If he were to discover it was her, her fate wouldn't be any better. Yet, she couldn't accept it. If Nash knew it was her, could their marriage last a little longer? She dared not meet his eyes. "Why would you ask such a thing?" Only she knew she was hoping for it.However, Nash chuckled lightly. "You don't have the courage."
She looked up to see Miranda wearing an apron, holding a ladle. Upon seeing Nina, her smile faltered for a moment, then she warmly greeted, "Are you Sally’s guest? I just made some extra soup. Come in and have a seat." Her demeanor was composed, entirely that of the lady of the house. It was as if Nina was the guest from afar. Indeed, before long, she would become an outsider.Nina frowned, feeling deeply repelled. When she married Nash, Miranda even sent a congratulatory letter. It was impossible for her not to know Nina was Nash's wife. Seeing her standing motionless at the door, Miranda quickly came over and took her hand, "A guest is a guest, don't be shy, come in." As she approached, a faint jasmine scent filled the air, the exact same fragrance of the perfume Nash gave her on her birthday last year. She felt her throat ache, and her breathing became heavy, as if there were a thousand pounds on her feet, making it difficult to move. Sally noticed Nina standing there m
"Nina seems to be in a bad mood today. She didn't want to come to deliver the documents, so I had to come instead," Miranda placed her scalded hand in front of him. "Nash, don't blame Nina. I don't think she did it on purpose. I hope it didn't delay you."It was the first time Nina had done something like this with the company's documents in someone else's hands. Nash's expression was grim, but he restrained himself in front of Miranda. He just adjusted his tie and replied calmly, "It's okay." Changing the subject, he added, "Since you're here, stay for a while."Hearing him say this, Miranda felt a sense of relief. At least he accepted her and didn't dislike her. "Aren't you supposed to have a meeting? Will I disturb you?" Nash made a call, "The meeting is postponed for half an hour." Miranda smiled faintly. Before coming, she had wondered if her departure without notice would make him resentful. It didn't seem as bad as she had imagined. Lost time could be made up for. Sitting
Nina stopped in her tracks, her demeanor devoid of the harmony that would typically exist between them as spouses, instead exuding an air of detachment more akin to that of superior and subordinate: "Mr. York, do you have any further instructions?" Nash turned his head, gazing at Nina's somewhat distant expression, his tone carrying a commanding undertone. "Sit down."Nina suddenly couldn't fathom what he intended to do next.Nash approached.As he drew nearer, Nina watched, sensing a difference in the air, making it feel thin, tense, and peculiar.She remained still, but Nash took the initiative to grasp her hand.The warmth of his palm against hers felt like a burn, and she instinctively tried to pull away. However, Nash held her firmly, not giving her the chance to withdraw, pulling her aside instead, his brows furrowed as he asked, "You've injured your hand. Didn't you notice?"His concern caught Nina off guard. "I... I'm fine," she stammered."Your hand has blistered," Na