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 planning to come here for a long time, but you booked it on my girlfriend’s birthday.” The disappointment was clear on the man’s face. Theodore bowed politely. “I’m sorry for ruining your moment.” “Who does he think he is? Makes me want to yell at him,” the man muttered angrily. “Honey... we can find another place. Let’s just go,” said the woman, trying to calm her partner. After the couple left, the bartender approached Theodore with a regretful expression. “Sorry for the unpleasant incident, Mr. Bennett.” Theodore nodded, smiling gently in response. With careful steps, he decided to approach Mr. Hawthorne, who was still lost in his own thoughts. Mr. Hawthorne noticed Theodore’s presence and said, “I didn’t ask you to come.” “It was my own initiative.” “Want a drink?” asked Mr. Hawthorne without turning around. “No, Mr. Hawthorne. I came to remind you about the time. Shouldn’t you finish up and head home?” Theodore’s voice was filled with concern. Mr. Hawthorne sneered. “I don’t remember hiring you to forbid me from doing this or that,” he said, taking another slow sip of his beer. “I wouldn’t dare forbid you, Mr. Hawthorne. It’s just a suggestion. You can’t go to tomorrow’s meeting in a drunken state.” Mr. Hawthorne ignored Theodore’s words and ordered another beer. Theodore looked desperate, finding it wasn’t as easy as he thought to get his boss to leave. The silence returned, with Mr. Hawthorne remaining silent. Until at one point, he seemed to remember something and hoped to find the answer from Mr. Hawthorne. “Mr. Hawthorne, I’ve been wanting to ask this since earlier today but didn’t get the chance. You said you were going home to check on Miss Everhart. How is she doing now? Has she improved?” Hearing the woman’s name, Mr. Hawthorne paused. He sighed as he stood up, causing confusion on Theodore’s face. “Are you going to the restroom?” “I forgot.” “Forgot... what?” Theodore struggled to find the answer, then said, “Your schedule is well-organized, I’ve checked it multiple times. Everything went smoothly today, and nothing was forgotten.” “What time is it?” asked Mr. Hawthorne suddenly. Theodore glanced at his watch and replied slowly, “Almost eleven o’clock.” Mr. Hawthorne rubbed his face as if trying to wake himself up. “I’m going home now.” Before Theodore could speak, Mr. Hawthorne had already stepped out of the bar. He could only watch in confusion before understanding the situation. Mr. Hawthorne had been at the bar since the afternoon until nearly midnight. Ms. Ramsey's schedule only lasted until the afternoon. In other words, Jasmine had been alone in the penthouse for quite a while.***
Mr. Hawthorne roughly pulled at his collar as he crossed the threshold. Memories of the past turned the cool night air into heat. His strength was still sufficient to handle alcohol, so he didn't go home in a heavily drunk state.
His gaze focused on the room upstairs, showing no signs of activity. Without wanting to linger, he headed straight for his room on the upper floor. Upon arrival, he was surprised not to see anyone. He quickly left the room and began searching for Jasmine, assuming she had gone to bed earlier. "Miss Everhart." After just one call, Mr. Hawthorne realized who he was. He stopped in the middle of the room, folding his arms. "I don't want to go to the trouble of looking for you. You come out of hiding and come to me. Did you hear that?" Time passed for several minutes after Mr. Hawthorne spoke, but Jasmine still did not appear. He sighed deeply and spoke again, "You don't want me to be harsh with you, right? So come out before my patience runs out." The sound of movement from the direction of the kitchen island caught Mr. Hawthorne's attention, and there he found the person he was looking for. Mr. Hawthorne sneered. "Are you hiding to eat ice cream again?" he asked, approaching Jasmine, who was still standing in place with her head bowed. As he got closer, Mr. Hawthorne noticed something else; there was a lot of broken glass on the floor. Mr. Hawthorne surveyed the situation closely, his eyebrows raising. "Again, are you thinking of ending your life?" "I..." Jasmine fell silent for a moment, staring at the shattered glass on the floor in confusion, searching for an explanation for the sudden complexity of the situation. Earlier, Jasmine had felt thirsty and intended to get a drink. Her elbow accidentally hit the edge of the table, causing her arm to go limp, and she crouched down, clutching the pain. Shortly after, she heard the door open, sure that it was Mr. Hawthorne. "It's not what you think. I just accidentally broke your glass," Jasmine said defensively. The gesture of rubbing her elbow as if she'd just had a stroke of bad luck made Mr. Hawthorne believe her. He opened his arms, which confused Jasmine. "What do you want?" Jasmine asked warily. "Jump to me, I'll catch you." Jasmine understood that his words were spoken because the broken glass could harm her if she moved, but... "It's better if you find a broom to clean this up." "I don't know where the broom is." Jasmine's forehead furrowed, her expression full of disbelief. A cynical smile graced her lips. "I forgot you're a rich man," she muttered. "Hurry up," Mr. Hawthorne urged impatiently, shaking his hands. "I'll count to three. One, two—" On the second count, Jasmine managed to jump into Mr. Hawthorne's arms. Her eyes closed briefly, and when she felt his grip tighten around her, her awareness returned. Mr. Hawthorne's silence made Jasmine curious to know what he was doing. Slowly, she lifted her head and created a distance between them. Mr. Hawthorne's face looked quite red. Was it this red before? Jasmine hadn't paid much attention. "Mr. Hawthorne?" "Miss Everhart." "Yes?" Jasmine reflexively responded. "You make my heart race." Mr. Hawthorne's words brought a sense of intimacy, making Jasmine's heart beat faster. "W—what?" "You should have jumped on the third count." Mr. Hawthorne suddenly pushed Jasmine away, dispelling the intimate atmosphere in an instant.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
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 ch
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