Mr. Hawthorne deftly opened the door as soon as he heard the bell ring. A food courier arrived, delivering the order his secretary had arranged, then politely withdrew. He neatly arranged the dishes on plates and took them upstairs.
He intentionally left Jasmine alone to rest while he busied himself downstairs. When he returned to the room, he unexpectedly found Jasmine sleeping restlessly, her face drenched in sweat to a worrying extent. He quickly placed the food on the table and sat at the edge of the bed to check on Jasmine. His face showed surprise as he felt her burning forehead. “Miss Everhart, can you hear me?” Jasmine didn’t respond. “Miss Everhart,” he called again, concerned. “You need to wake up and take your medicine.” Mr. Hawthorne propped Jasmine up against the headboard, using a pillow for support. Although she briefly opened her eyes, Jasmine soon closed them again. “You just need to open your mouth and chew the food I’ll feed you. Okay?” Mr. Hawthorne spooned some chicken soup, bringing it to Jasmine’s slowly parting lips. After a few spoonfuls, unable to sit up for long, Jasmine was given her medication and left to rest. He quickly headed downstairs to fetch some water to compress Jasmine. Amid all this, something suddenly disturbed his thoughts. “Why am I doing this?” Feeling that he had violated his character, he abandoned the water he had fetched and left the kitchen with heavy steps. *** Jasmine opened her eyes to a different atmosphere. The sunlight slowly seeped into the room, illuminating it with warmth. Her face looked calm, indicating she was better than the night before. One thing that dimmed her hope that morning was that she was still in the same place. She blinked repeatedly to reassure herself that everything that had happened to her recently was just a dream, but reality was indeed as it was. In the middle of her reverie, an older-looking woman suddenly appeared. They stared at each other in surprise, not recognizing each other. Jasmine wondered if Mr. Hawthorne had a family member living with him. “Oh, ah, you’re awake? How are you feeling?” the woman asked as she approached Jasmine. “I’m... feeling better,” Jasmine said, her voice almost fading. “Thank goodness. Mr. Hawthorne’s efforts to stay up all night to compress you were not in vain.” “Mr. Hawthorne…?” ...did that? Jasmine continued her thought silently. “I’m Beatrice Ramsey, a weekly worker Mr. Hawthorne hired to take care of all his needs at the penthouse.” “I—I'm… Jasmine Everhart,” Jasmine said softly and hesitantly. Ms. Ramsey smiled warmly. “Mr. Hawthorne went to work, and he asked me to stay longer to look after you. He will most likely return this afternoon.” Ms. Ramsey took the water container from the nightstand and continued, “I’ll bring breakfast to your room. You still need to finish your medication.” Jasmine watched without saying a word, recalling Ms. Ramsey's words that Mr. Hawthorne had stayed up all night to compress her. How could it come to this? I feel like I owe a debt to someone I should consider my enemy, Jasmine thought. *** Jasmine ate her breakfast until it was finished, seemingly having run out of energy. One bowl of porridge was not enough for her. “I made a whole pot of porridge, there’s still more if you want another serving,” Ms. Ramsey said kindly. “Thank you for the offer, Ms. Ramsey, but three large servings are enough to fill me up. Your porridge is really delicious!” Ms. Ramsey smiled. “It’s very gratifying to hear your praise. I’ll just clean up this bowl,” she said, placing the bowl on the tray. “Ms. Ramsey,” Jasmine called, halting the woman’s movement. “Yes? Is there something you’d like to tell me?” Jasmine hesitated. “Can I... take a bath?” “Oh, of course. You can use the bathroom in this room. Mr. Hawthorne has also prepared a change of clothes for you in the closet in the walk-in closet. You just need to pass the carved partition to find a door, that’s the bathroom door. On the left side, there will be another smaller partition, where the walk-in closet is.” After saying that, Ms. Ramsey left the room. Jasmine noted the direction indicated, the place where she had once stepped angrily while looking for dry clothes to cover her body. These past few days, she had been unable to think clearly, only now realizing that she was still wearing Mr. Hawthorne’s black shirt. Jasmine touched her chest, which was pounding, thinking about the new experience of wearing a man’s clothes. She had once hoped for this from Mr. Harper, a man she could never reach. Jasmine shook her head quickly, trying to dispel the sadness. She got up and went to the dressing room to see the clothes Ms. Ramsey mentioned. In the walk-in closet, Jasmine opened the wardrobes one by one, searching for women’s clothes among the rows of men’s clothing. Finally, she found them tucked in a corner, hanging alongside Mr. Hawthorne’s clothes. There were five women’s dresses, all knee-length with modest designs. The dresses were so elegant and looked expensive. Once again, Jasmine felt this situation was inappropriate. Mr. Hawthorne was an enemy, and she should not accept any help from him. Jasmine left the special storage area. She planned to wear her clothes hanging in the bathroom instead. With her body drenched in sweat from illness, she turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature to a comfortable level. Warm water flowed, washing away all the fatigue and discomfort clinging to her. “Verve Elite Cleanse,” Jasmine whispered, reaching for a luxurious black glass bottle with gray accents. “Is this soap?” she muttered, trying to identify it by its scent and reading the labels on the bottle. “It smells so masculine, it’s intoxicating,” she grimaced, her expression one of displeasure. She put the liquid soap back in its place and then reached for another bottle she knew the contents of. Shampoo with the brand Glacial Precision, its scent much softer. After a while, Jasmine turned off the water. Still enveloped in steam, she reached for a towel from the corner cabinet. Her gaze shifted to the other side of the room, where her clothes should be hanging. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, and the next moment, she was shocked. There was no trace of the clothes that should have marked the end of her bathing ritual. Filled with indecision, Jasmine quickly left the bathroom. Her mind raced, trying to find traces of her clothes or reconcile with the idea of wearing the dress provided by Mr. Hawthorne. However, something unexpected happened when Jasmine felt a dominating aura stalking her, revealing the presence of Mr. Hawthorne walking through the partition. Jasmine was startled, letting out a scream that pierced the silence. “Get out, b*st*rd!”Reflexively, Mr. Hawthorne turned and walked away. Silence enveloped the scene for a moment, accompanied by memories of what had just happened. The curse hurled at him was not unfamiliar, the crucial question was why he chose to leave his territory.Mr. Hawthorne felt displeased, his steps retracing the partition. Without Jasmine in sight, he was sure she was now in the walk-in closet because he had seen her leaving the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body.He quickly headed to the walk-in closet, finding Jasmine before she could fully reach the place. What he saw was the woman standing before him, breathing heavily as if she had just raced against time.“I have given you a warning, mind your behavior if you still want your father to be safe.”“W—what have I done?”“You insulted me,” Mr. Hawthorne growled, his tone piercing.“Ah, that... I was just surprised because someone suddenly appeared while I was fresh out of the shower,” Jasmine replied, trying to explain in confusion
A luxurious black sedan glided toward Kins Enterprises. The car door opened slowly, drawing everyone’s attention. The person who always caused a stir was Kinsley Hawthorne. His loyal secretary, Theodore Bennett, had been waiting patiently in the lobby for a few minutes and immediately fell in step with him as they walked to the executive office. The serious expressions on their faces were unaffected by the smiles of the people they passed, as if an invisible wall had suddenly appeared, separating them from the world around them. “Welcome back, Mr. Hawthorne.” “How about the latest sales data I asked for, Ted?” “Sales are increasing, but there are a few areas that need more attention.” “Give me a detailed report when we get to my office.” “Of course, Mr. Hawthorne. I’ve also scheduled a meeting with the product development team for tomorrow.” “Check the contracts of our potential partners too. We need to make sure everything is on schedule. Then, prepare the latest financial rep
At the dim end of the bar, Mr. Hawthorne sat alone, floating in silence, his fingers tracing the emptiness of his beer glass. The dim lights enveloped him with a light that didn’t fully warm him.Theodore stepped inside, his eyes sweeping across the silent room. It was already 10 PM, but Mr. Hawthorne remained steadfast in his solitude. Seeing him now made Theodore feel the weight of the man’s burdens.“Is this bar open?”Theodore’s attention was drawn to a couple approaching the bar.“It looks open, but why is it so quiet at this hour?”A bartender appeared to block their way. “I’m sorry, but the bar has been fully booked for tonight,” he said politely.“Really? That’s a shame,” said the woman with a disappointed look.The eyes of the disappointed couple suddenly turned to Theodore, who was standing not far from them.“Are you the one who booked it?” asked the man.Faced with the sharp question, Theodore seemed confused about how to explain his situation. “Well, I...”“We’ve been pla
Jasmine pondered for a moment at the scattering of shards on the floor, the result of her careless hand not nudging the glass. She raised her gaze slowly, finding one of the men already standing directly in front of her. The man's presence asserted authority, while the other burly figure remained in place as if to show who their leader was."What do you want?" cried Jasmine with her hands clenched into fists, trying not to be afraid to face the men alone."Tell me your name," said the man Jasmine believed to be the leader. His eyes looked sharp and his tone was threatening.Jasmine didn't want to talk about herself to the stranger who had barged into her house, so she didn't answer.Jasmine's uncompromising attitude only made the man smirk, then he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. While time passed, he smoked quietly in front of the woman who looked at him with a disapproving expression."It's that simple, can't say it?"The bespectacled man suddenly stepped i
In the darkness of the room, Jasmine's body collapsed on the bed as if thrown into a terrifying dream world. She quickly sat up and scooted backwards while staring vigilantly in one direction—Mr. Hawthorne, the man who was posing a threat to her."P—please... don't...!" cried Jasmine, with tears rolling down her cheeks relentlessly.Mr. Hawthorne untied the tie that was hanging loosely, and stepped up onto the bed. "Thomas must realize the repercussions of his actions. He will lose the happiness of the daughter he fought so hard for.""My father will surely come! He will definitely come and bring you your money, we just need to wait for him for a while—"Jasmine's words trailed off as Mr. Hawthorne grabbed her by both shoulders, leaving her unable to feel the bed she had just sat on. The man's body overpowered her vision, the sadistic gaze came closer and managed to shake her life."Stop saying things that can't happen, your father won't escape my hands after returning!""I'll do anyt
Jasmine looked around and was surprised to see Mr. Hawthorne lying beside her. Her desire to not let sleepiness take over had now turned into regret. Annoyingly, her carelessness had led them both to the same bed.Just as Jasmine was about to get out of bed, her hand was suddenly grabbed by Mr. Hawthorne who was awakened by her movement. Although Jasmine tried to break free, her rebellion meant nothing to Mr. Hawthorne who held her hand tightly.Mr. Hawthorne cast a brief glance at the digital clock on his nightstand, then said, "It's seven in the morning, and it's far too early for you to resume your power games.""What are you talking about? Let go of my hand!" growled Jasmine.Mr. Hawthorne grinned, mocking, "Where do you think you can run to? Do you want to jump off this building again? Your death will have no effect on my life."With fiery eyes, Jasmine challenged, "I know that you have power and can do anything, but there is one thing that you will never have, and that is me. I'
Previously...Jasmine felt disoriented when she woke up. Her limp body unable to suppress the urge to get up, she picked herself up slowly, and with heavy steps exited the room. She slowed down when she heard voices from downstairs. Still caught between reality and dream, she tried to convince herself that what she was hearing was a dialog between two men."She wouldn't dare to do that."Jasmine's wrist was propped against the glass railing, allowing her to peer into the conversation downstairs between Mr. Hawthorne and a man she did not recognize.Jasmine pondered for a moment, isn't this my chance to escape Mr. Hawthorne's grasp?Jasmine worked up the courage to step downstairs. She trembled at the cold touch of marble, fumbling with each step, until she reached the end."Like I said, someone in a hopeless position can do anything to get out of it. You should pay attention to that, Kins."Those words made Jasmine wonder if the hopeless person they were talking about was her.Jasmine