Disappointment was evident on Jasmine’s face as she realized only a small portion of her requested items had been brought. Her sharp gaze shifted to Mr. Hawthorne, who sat calmly on the sofa with his eyes closed.Jasmine grumbled as she approached Mr. Hawthorne’s side. “You promised that even a needle would be found by your people!”“You listed unimportant items,” Mr. Hawthorne responded casually.Jasmine placed her hands on her hips, her expression irritated. “Unimportant? There’s not even a single piece of clothing!”Mr. Hawthorne slowly opened his eyes, observing the frustration on Jasmine’s face. His thoughts drifted back to his conversation with Theodore earlier, where he had been informed that Jasmine had suffered mistreatment at the university.Jasmine had kept such a complicated story hidden, making it difficult to imagine how she had managed to endure it.“Even if you glare at me, I won’t be afraid!” Jasmine shouted, her hands gripping her waist even tighter.Mr. Hawthorne si
Jasmine knew she had to fight back, but her body felt as if it were locked in place. Mr. Hawthorne's piercing gaze was terrifying, but the past wounds accompanying it intensified her fear of Sabrina. “Jasmine?” The familiar voice shattered the tension, causing Sabrina to slowly release her grip on Jasmine's shirt. They both turned toward the source of the voice, only to find a professor they were both acquainted with. Nolan Harper had noticed something unusual when everyone's gaze was fixed in one direction. As he walked closer, he became more certain that the figure before him was Jasmine, the student he had been anxiously waiting to hear from. “Mr. Harper,” Sabrina said, her face showing a hint of unease. Mr. Harper glanced back and forth between Sabrina and Jasmine, sensing that something was wrong. “What’s going on here?” Sabrina quickly wrapped her arm around Jasmine’s shoulders. The sudden gesture startled Jasmine, but she could only bow her head in fear. “There's no prob
Mr. Ramirez hesitated as he noticed the odd expression on Jasmine’s face. Should he report this to Mr. Hawthorne? He was, after all, required to inform him of anything significant concerning Jasmine.Meanwhile, Jasmine stared at her sleeve, now stained with blood. She had to hide it so as not to draw anyone’s attention.“Mr. Hawthorne seems to have arrived, Miss Everhart.”Jasmine looked ahead, catching sight of Mr. Hawthorne’s driver closing the cabin door, as if he had just opened it for his boss. Jasmine’s arrival seemed to be noticed, causing Mr. Hawthorne to pause his steps towards the apartment lobby.The car Jasmine was in drove into the building’s courtyard, slowing down before coming to a stop not far from where Mr. Hawthorne stood calmly, shaded by the grand building.“Wait, Miss Everhart,” Mr. Ramirez said quickly as Jasmine was about to get out of the car. “Allow me to open the door for you,” he added.“There’s no need, Mr. Ramirez.”Before Mr. Ramirez could open the cabin
Jasmine chose to keep her emotional wounds a secret, believing that silence was the best shield. Mr. Hawthorne didn’t like seeing Jasmine’s resolve. She should have given up a long time ago. But why did she choose to remain silent and allow the unjust treatment to continue? To Mr. Hawthorne, Jasmine’s behavior made no sense. Had she never considered taking revenge? Jasmine had the potential to do so, yet she seemed to have no intention of teaching those who wronged her a lesson. “Silence, huh? Fine, I’ll find out for myself and make them pay,” Mr. Hawthorne said as he began to walk away. Before he could disappear from sight, Jasmine quickly grabbed his hand. “Please... don’t,” she pleaded, shaking her head. “Just a little longer, I only need to endure it a little longer,” she said, her eyes filled with desperation. Mr. Hawthorne gazed into those teary eyes, looking at her trembling lips, and feeling the despair radiating from Jasmine’s face. At that moment, he realized one thing—
But the blush on Jasmine's cheeks stubbornly refused to disappear even after some time had passed. The unusual sight piqued Mr. Hawthorne’s curiosity, and he crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing slightly.As a smirk appeared on his lips, Mr. Hawthorne commented, “That blush on your face lingers for so long, just because of Dr. Lawson.”Jasmine quickly placed her hands on her cheeks, trying to explain, “It’s not…!”Jasmine’s eyes met Mr. Hawthorne’s intense gaze, triggering a strange shiver within her. She tried to hide her embarrassment behind a lock of hair. That man clearly had something to do with her reaction, and what was happening to her was purely a scientific response. While Mr. Hawthorne’s presence was intimidating, his allure was undeniable.“We’re heading to the apartment,” Mr. Hawthorne ordered.“Yes, sir,” the driver replied, turning on the engine and guiding the car through the city streets.The sky gradually lit up with the glittering lights from the skyscrapers. The ca
Time pressed on, with every second being crucial for Jasmine, who could be caught in danger at any moment. Mr. Hawthorne wasn’t one to hold his phone for long, except when speaking with his daughter. But today, just to discuss Jasmine’s fate, he found himself deeply engaged in a lengthy conversation with his secretary. Mr. Hawthorne sensed something was amiss, but the answer eluded him. Still trapped in emotional confusion, he decided to continue taking the steps he deemed necessary. Mr. Hawthorne gazed out the window from his position on the luxurious leather sofa, his hand reaching out to the cigarette box on the table. With a light motion, he grasped a cigarette. Before the thin smoke could begin to dance in the air, the memory of his conversation with Jasmine in the car crept into his mind. Mr. Hawthorne placed the cigarette back, replacing it with his phone. His fingers moved across the screen, composing a short message to Theodore. [Ted, can you find the best soap formulator
In the crowded campus corridor, Jasmine crossed paths with Sabrina. Moving slowly, she hoped to avoid any interaction between them. However, her hope was dashed as Sabrina was already targeting her. Sabrina shoved Jasmine against the wall, trapping her with her hands, while her mouth remained busy chewing gum.“Class will start soon,” Jasmine said quietly.“Why are you so enthusiastic about studying? Even your final assignment was done faster than mine. Don’t be so proud, Jasmine. Always trying to outdo others? Realize that your place should be behind,” Sabrina said, pulling Jasmine along and wrapping her arm around her shoulders, changing their direction.“I need to get to class,” Jasmine mustered the courage to protest.“Later. Come with me now,” Sabrina requested with a mysterious smile.“Where to?”“You’ll find out later.”Jasmine’s steps grew heavier. “I have an assignment to submit,” she said, showing the work she had done overnight.“So, you refuse to come with me? Do you want
Jasmine stepped back, unable to believe Sabrina’s sudden change in demeanor. It felt unreal. Her mind was filled with suspicion—was Sabrina trying to manipulate her? “Then why did you tear up my assignment?” Sabrina explained in a casual tone, “It’s because you were so difficult to persuade to come with me. Our way of making friends is a bit rough, but that’s how we are. Oh! Don’t tell me you’re offended because I ripped up your assignment,” she added with a surprised expression. Sabrina approached Jasmine and gently touched her arm. “Sorry if my way isn’t to your liking. I won’t do it again if you don’t like it.” Amid Jasmine’s inner turmoil, a boutique employee interrupted, “Miss Worthington, we have prepared the clothing you requested. Would you like to try it on now?” Sabrina nodded in agreement, then took Jasmine’s hand and said, “Come on, we need to try it on!” Jasmine spent time with Sabrina, though still filled with doubt. They tried on several outfits. “Wow, you look s
Mr. Hawthorne calmly scrolled through Jasmine’s phone, briefly playing one video before swiping to the next. Each passing second made Jasmine increasingly anxious.Their eyes met as Mr. Hawthorne raised an eyebrow, his gaze making Jasmine feel the heat rise to her face. The intense embarrassment made her feel small in front of him.“So, you’ve been into adult video all this time?”Jasmine looked at Mr. Hawthorne with clear frustration. “I already told you, it was from Dr. Lawson as part of a therapeutic method. Dr. Lawson said that if I got accustomed to it, my trauma would fade, replaced by desire.”Mr. Hawthorne placed the phone on the nightstand and turned to Jasmine. “Am I not enough to make you desire me?”“Not at all. You’re physically perfect; no woman would be disinterested in being intimate with you. Your touch is always satisfying and thrilling. I just needed to get used to it so that my traumatic memories would completely disappear. But don’t worry, I haven’t watched it any
As Jasmine was engaged in conversation with Mr. Harper, the door suddenly swung open, revealing Mr. Hawthorne standing in the doorway, leaning casually with a stance that seemed almost challenging.“I’ll continue packing my things,” Mr. Harper said, his tone calm but nearly disingenuous.Jasmine quickly stepped toward Mr. Hawthorne and whispered, “I told you I’d be the one to talk to Mr. Harper. Why did you come anyway?”Mr. Hawthorne crossed his arms over his chest. Without lowering his voice, he replied, “I was just curious why my girlfriend was taking so long.”Mr. Harper, busy packing, paused momentarily. He forced himself to believe that what he had just heard was merely an illusion.“There’s nothing to worry about. Jasmine and I were just discussing her studies.”Mr. Hawthorne smirked. “I’m sure you were. But I think your conversation is over.”Jasmine tried to diffuse the growing tension. “Mr. Harper, thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”Mr. Harper smiled gently, thoug
Jasmine ended the call and sighed as she stared at her phone screen. “I can’t let him come here,” she muttered to herself. “Everyone’s talking about working at Kins Enterprises after graduation. If they see the owner here, it’ll cause a commotion. That would be troublesome.”She put her phone away and started down the corridor again. Just as she was nearing Mr. Harper’s office, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist. When she saw who it was, she was startled—it was Sabrina.Sabrina was wearing a hoodie and a face mask, her eyebrows furrowed as if she were angry. When Jasmine tried to pull away, Sabrina tightened her grip.Sabrina glared at her, her voice full of menace. “We need to talk, Jasmine. Now.”“About what? I’m in a hurry.”“Don’t pretend you don’t know. I know you’re involved with Kinsley Hawthorne. Do you think you can use him to get ahead here?”“Let go of me!”Sabrina ignored her plea and dragged Jasmine to a secluded corner behind the campus building. There, Sabrina pulled do
Jasmine sat nervously in Dr. Lawson’s office, recounting her concerns. Dr. Lawson listened attentively, then opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a small object.“This...?” Jasmine eyed the object with hesitation.Dr. Lawson nodded confidently. “From what you’ve described, I believe you’re pregnant.”“P—pregnant? Me?”Dr. Lawson smiled. “Yes, but you should confirm it with this pregnancy test, though I’m already one hundred percent sure that my assumption is correct.”Jasmine took the test from him, looking at it with a mix of emotions. She had never expected Dr. Lawson’s conclusion to be pregnancy; she thought she was just sick.Am I really pregnant? She wondered.Amid her anxiety, a thought crossed her mind. She shifted her gaze from the small object in her hand to Dr. Lawson, then asked curiously, “Do all the doctors in this hospital keep pregnancy tests in their desk drawers?”Dr. Lawson was momentarily stunned, then grinned. “Do you really want to know the answer?”“That’s
Behind Mr. Hawthorne’s calm demeanor, there was a fire of desire struggling to be tamed. That fire consumed every bit of rationality he had. Every glance, every touch, was fuel that intensified the flames within him, forcing him to constantly battle against the burning desire.“Earlier, you walked toward me like a newly blossomed flower, tempting me to touch you,” Mr. Hawthorne said in a hoarse voice, his hand trailing down Jasmine’s back, slowly following the path of her dress’s zipper. “I’ve restrained myself throughout my recovery, and now I feel like I’ve reached the limits of my patience.”“But you just got out of the hospital not long ago. Can’t you hold off a bit longer for the sake of your recovery? W—we can do this after you’ve fully healed.”Jasmine’s eyes darted to the side, feeling the zipper of her dress slowly being pulled down. “Dr. Lawson also said you shouldn’t exert yourself too much.”Jasmine held onto Mr. Hawthorne’s arm, hoping to quell his rising desire. But her
Soft music flowed from the corner of the room, setting the mood for the indoor wedding reception. Jasmine walked gracefully, her peach-colored silk gown fluttering with every step. Guests whispered among themselves, their eyes glued to her elegant figure.Jasmine’s gaze soon met Mr. Hawthorne’s, who stood outside the room, clearly visible through the large windows. She hesitated for a moment, realizing that his gaze was just as intense as those of the other guests. Her heart pounded faster, though she tried hard to remain composed.Steeling herself, Jasmine stepped outside and approached Mr. Hawthorne.“Natalie’s still getting ready. Lilly’s very keen on staying with her, so I didn’t bring her here.”Mr. Hawthorne had already pulled out a cigarette when Jasmine started speaking. He lit it with a nonchalant air, as if Natalie’s and Milton’s wedding was not something worth his attention.“Kinsley,” Jasmine called out.After a brief moment of contemplation, Mr. Hawthorne shifted his gaze
Mr. Hawthorne lay in bed, surrounded by medical equipment monitoring his every heartbeat and breath. The gunshot wound in his chest still ached, even though he had been unconscious for weeks.A knock on the door interrupted the quiet of the late morning. Theodore entered, followed by two police officers in dark blue uniforms, their faces serious. They approached Mr. Hawthorne, looking at him with investigative eyes.“Good morning, Mr. Hawthorne,” one of the officers said. “We’re here to ask you a few brief questions about the incident at Dominic Merrick’s company.”Mr. Hawthorne took a deep breath. “Of course. What would you like to know?”“Can you describe the sequence of events at Dominic Merrick’s company, from the beginning until you were injured?”Assisted by Theodore, Mr. Hawthorne began recounting the events. The police officer listened intently, occasionally jotting something down in his small notebook.After about fifteen minutes, the officers realized that Mr. Hawthorne need
Jasmine stood in the cold, brightly lit hospital corridor, her emotions in turmoil. From a distance, she could only watch as Dr. Lawson argued with a nurse stationed at the emergency room door.“I need to be in there! I can’t just stand here.”“I’m sorry, Dr. Lawson, but you’re not in the right emotional state to be part of this operation.”The nurse arguing with Dr. Lawson suddenly reached into her uniform pocket and pulled something out. From her vantage point, Jasmine couldn’t see clearly what the nurse handed over.Dr. Lawson immediately turned around, his steps full of emotion as he approached Theodore, who was standing not far away. Dr. Lawson shoved the item roughly into Theodore’s chest. Jasmine only realized what was given when the object slipped from Dr. Lawson’s grasp—a pistol encased in clear plastic.“What’s the meaning of this, Theodore?! Kinsley brought his weapon, but why is he so badly injured? He’s never been hurt this badly before. What if he can’t be saved? You sho
The tension and worry suffocated every corner of the room. Jasmine’s heartbeat quickened as Mr. Merrick pointed a gun directly at her.“Mr. Merrick, you can’t do this to my daughter!” Thomas shouted, a mix of fear and anger boiling in his chest.Mr. Merrick sneered, his aim unwavering. “Why can’t I? This is my chance. Kinsley Hawthorne will feel my pain if your daughter disappears.” He tightened his grip on the gun and continued, “You just need to choose who I should take out first—your father or the man you love.”Jasmine shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Please, don’t hurt them,” she pleaded, her voice trembling almost to the point of inaudibility.“Then walk over here. Now!” Mr. Merrick barked.Jasmine was about to follow Mr. Merrick’s order, but Mr. Hawthorne’s hand, still holding hers, seemed to refuse to let her go.“I’ll count to three. If you’re still there, I’ll shoot,” Mr. Merrick threatened.“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you,” Mr. Hawthorne said, his v