After escorting Lily Parker to the apartment, Julian Sterling hurried off to the club he frequented, where Dylan Hayes, Tristan Caldwell, and Lucas Hartley were already waiting for him.
Upon entering the room, Julian casually tossed his coat onto the sofa and took a seat at the bar, immediately inquiring, "What's the situation?"
Dylan passed him a glass of red wine and nodded towards the documents on the table, patiently explaining, "We've gathered all the intel we could. Victor Blackwood bit off more than he could chew and now he's choking on it."
Tristan, with a sly grin, clapped Julian on the shoulder and teased, "Don't tell me you're the one who stabbed him in the back? After all, he's been crying foul all over town lately, always trying to trip you up..."
Ethan Hart had only suffered a head injury; he wasn't brain-damaged or amnesiac. He had been awake for quite some time without seeing the one person he wanted to see, and his calls went unanswered. He sensed something was amiss. His first thought was that his parents were preventing Lily from seeing him. Initially, he was in too much pain to get out of bed, worried that Lily might be suffering again, yet he was powerless to do anything. The hospital staff was all arranged by his parents, and asking them was futile. Adding to his frustration, his childhood friends weren't on his side either. He felt utterly alone.He could only wait, wait to recover swiftly, wait for the right opportunity.That day, his assistant Graham Foster came to visit on behalf of the company. After the customary inquiries about the company's affairs, Ethan Hart
However, what should have been an idyllic moment of lovers' play in the water nearly turned into a disaster. Just moments ago, when Julian Sterling had begun to undress Lily Parker, she started to scream in terror, her voice so piercing that even Julian was stunned into stillness. He couldn't know that this apartment, this bathroom, was for Lily a horrific nightmare, where an unstoppable surge of pain mercilessly lacerated her, leaving her wounded and scarred. It was her own personal apocalypse.Julian could never understand.Lily's eyes brimmed with tears of despair, fearfully watching him as she curled up like a frightened rabbit, trembling and crying. This made Julian feel uncomfortable; he was already irritated, and her evident fear quashed any desire he had to press her further. With a stern face, he said, "I don't like the smel
Aside from a few elders in his family, Julian Sterling had never been rebuked like this, nor did anyone dare to do so. Today, Lily Parker had done just that.His anger flared instantly, a chaotic mix of bile, heart, rage, and malicious fire all igniting at once. His face tensed, his voice dark and threatening, "Are you throwing my kindness back in my face?" Before Lily could react, she was forcefully pinned to the bed, held so tightly she couldn't move, his rough hand gripping her neck as if he wanted to strangle her, "What don't you want? My house, my car, or me?"Lily gasped desperately for air, her face turning from red to purple as she struggled to breathe. Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore and might die, Julian finally let go, his expression cooling down as well. His eyes bore down on her menacingly as he patted
In the night, she kept rolling to the edge of the bed in her sleep, and each time he discovered it, he pulled her back. After a few repeats, he grew impatient and simply wrapped his arms and legs around her. His body was as warm as a furnace, and in her drowsy state, she murmured about the heat and tried to wriggle free. But a threatening exploration of his fingers made her too frightened to resist any further; she knew all too well what he was capable of.When Julian Sterling awoke, Lily Parker was not in the room.He walked around barefoot, not finding her anywhere, and with a stern face, he pulled open the bedroom door, not expecting to be greeted by the aroma of frying eggs. Following the scent, he found Lily busy in the kitchen. She was wearing an apron, flipping eggs in a non-stick pan, with two sandwiches and milk already set
In the sprawling apartment, only the two of them were present, the space echoing with emptiness and silence. Lily lay sprawled in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, doing nothing, not speaking, her eyes forlornly gazing out at the view, silent as if lost in a trance.Julian Sterling had just finished a business call in the study. When he came out and saw her listless form, a pang of discomfort struck his heart. He strode over quickly, lifting her effortlessly around the waist and settling her onto the sofa, "Why are you as light as a feather?" Seeing her reluctance to speak, he kissed her forehead playfully, coaxing her, "What are you thinking about? Don't you love movies? We have lots of new ones at home. Why not watch them?"Lily Parker's gaze fell, and she reluctantly allowed herself to be embraced, so she simply rested her hea
Julian, a man who favored cleanliness, took a shower as soon as they returned. Lily was left alone in the living room, feeling as though she had forgotten something important. Then it struck her—she had not checked in with Nathan Brooks today. She rummaged through her handbag; her phone wasn't there. After searching around, she found it tucked away in a corner, turned off. She didn't think much of it and switched it on to call Nathan, ensuring him she was safe and exchanging a few words before hanging up.But no sooner had she ended the call than her phone screen lit up with an unfamiliar number. It was a new number, provided by Julian, and not many people had it. Who could it be?Hesitant, Lily still answered the call with a soft "Hello?"The moment the caller uttered
To so blatantly despise him without a hint of concealment—was this how she felt about Julian Sterling? In a fit of rage, Julian punched the mirror wall beside him, and in an instant, it cracked like a spider's web. His fist was lacerated by the shattered glass, but he felt no pain, only a fixed gaze on Lily's eyes. Eyes that were naturally joyful, that once sparkled with the brightness of spring, now indifferent, now failing to see him in their reflection. Anger boiled within him, his heart seething with pain, his body trembling with fury, his handsome face flushed with a terrifying ferocity.Lily, with courage from some unknown reserve, laughed instead of crying. "Mr. Sterling, I truly pity you," she emphasized fearlessly. In her eyes, a person completely devoid of understanding love was the most pitiable creature in the world.
Julian rushed back to the company for a signing meeting. After it ended, he didn't stay long; his mind was on Lily Parker alone in the apartment. He went out of his way to buy a variety of delicious foods to bring back to her, only to find Lily still lying in bed. His first reaction was to touch her forehead, and he quickly breathed a sigh of relief—thankfully, she didn't have a fever.He changed his clothes and carried her to the dining room, patting her head soothingly, "You look so listless. Hungry, aren’t you? Come on, eat something first." She silently took a few bites before putting down her chopsticks, which displeased him. "Is that all you're eating? Have a bit more!"She shook her head, "I feel sick, I can't eat anymore.""Where does it hurt?" He reached