Emily’s Pov'I glanced at my phone screen before I got out of the car and became even more annoyed when I saw no notification from Alex. "He didn't look for or ask for me at all," I grumbled in annoyance, exiting the car and walking into the house across the courtyard. "He must still not have finished choosing which item to gift Sarah."Thinking about it again, I became even more upset. He was now so quickly indifferent to me."What's with that face of yours? Why do you look upset?" Mom, who was about to walk past me, suddenly sat with me on the living room chair in the living room. "What's wrong with you?" She asked with concern.While I didn't choose to directly answer her question, I twisted my body where I was sitting in annoyance, then looked in the other direction, unfocused while sighing. "It's because of Alex.""What's wrong with him again?" The tone of voice sounded rather impatient as I complained about the name. "Didn't you just come out cheerfully when you wanted to go out
Emily pov's"Where are you going this early, Emily?" I turned my head as soon as I reached the bottom at Mom's voice.I paused, looking at her, unsure of what to tell her, but it was best that she didn't need to know what I was going to do outside. "I want to see my friend who just came back yesterday.""Which friend of yours?" She looked at me with an expectant look. Her hand stopped peeling the apple she was holding.I gave her a quick glance. "I told you that even Mom doesn't know him." I walked away before she could question me further. She was behind faintly. I could still hear her voice protesting my answer, but I simply ignored her.Today I promised to meet with the person I contacted yesterday to discuss my request further. We promised to meet at one of the cafes located quite far from my residence because I didn't want anyone to see me. As soon as I arrived in front of the small café and parked my vehicle, a man in a black suit sitting near the glass wall waved at me with a f
Sarah’s POV"Get your hands out of my hair!" I yelled at the crazy woman who came out of nowhere to suddenly pull my hair until my head was pulled back.I felt like slapping her because of the raised scalp and the pain. But I restrained myself and tried to be patient so as not to match her madness. Emily laughed carelessly, clasping her hands together in front of her chest. "Oh, sorry. I thought I saw a button stuck in there. I just wanted to help pull it out for you." She smiled wickedly in front of me.Her annoying expression in front of me dampened and made me sick. "What nonsense are you talking about? You obviously pulled it out for no reason, and don't act like I don't know about it."She smiled back at me, folding her arms across her chest as she tilted her head to look at me. "Is that so? You know I did it on purpose?" The smiling expression on her face immediately disappeared to be replaced with a sharp, cynical glare at me. "You trashy woman." A curse easily came out of her
Sarah's povFrom behind that back, I moved to the side and saw Ethan's expression as he stared intently at Emily. "What you're doing right now is a form of criminality that can be reported as assault." He made the woman who had already been shocked by hitting the wrong person shocked again with his sentence and way of speaking.I watched Emily, who momentarily showed her panic and shock when she hit Richard but then controlled it all by immediately becoming calmer. "What are you talking about?" She snorted sarcastically. "Assault, you say? Don't you know that slutty woman was the one who acted up first, huh?" flinching slightly didn't make him flinch or retract his intention of saying bad things to me.I rolled my eyes in disgust in the other direction. The thing I regretted was that I could face Emily alone, but Ethan appeared at a very inopportune time and took my place to be hit by her bag. I'm sure her punches weren't as strong and would have hurt a lot. Instead, I had prepared m
Alex's POV"When can I see her mom?" I approached my mother, who was sitting in our living room. She seemed to be enjoying her tea time alone.Sitting on the sofa in front of her, I looked at her face with anticipation for my question. As she smiled with a thin pull of her lips, I smiled, too. "Just wait a little longer." She set her teacup back on the small saucer on the table.My mother spent all her time being cared for and served by many people. She was a respected woman who knew how to maintain her position. She was full of mature thoughts yet not easily swayed by empathy. She was rational in dealing with people who only stood in her way, including knowing how to handle a mistress' son like Ethan."People are weak to pressure. They will not be able to move if they are pressured. Then, what will happen next is that pressure will make the targeted person fulfill the mold. He will do what we want." He stared confidently.Mom was right! I agree with her, people are weak to pressure.
Sarah pov's"Not everything can be done the same way, right?" I took my eyes off my laptop screen and looked at Mr. Luke and Ethan in turn.Ever since I found out about Ethan's identity that day, we've started to often have direct work discussions together, no longer just connected by Luke being the messenger and bridging our communication like before. For me it was more practical this way, I didn't have to wait too long and could ask questions directly and get answers right away.Ethan nodded his head. "Yes, it's not. Every strategy has its drawbacks, so we use the one with the least drawbacks but not too much trouble to do."I agreed and nodded my head. My hand wanted to go back to focusing on my notes, but the ringing notification on the cell phone I had put in my pocket kept going off in a long and annoying tone. I took it out and saw that there were many messages from people who were simultaneously asking how I was doing."Why are they asking about how I'm doing and about the tru
Sarah’s POV"How are you going to do it?" I handed my glass back to him.Ethan turned his body to put the glass down, then came back and looked at me. I could tell he was watching my eyes, which were now puffy from crying. Realizing how messed up I looked right now, I lowered my face while covering it with my hands and moved stiffly.But when Ethan's hand caught my wrist and brought it down, I froze and slowly raised my head to look at him. "Does it feel sore? Something hurts? Why are you covering it?" He asked in rapid succession.I was still shocked by what happened, so I didn't fully understand what he was asking. However, as his finger pointed and outlined his own cheeks, I realized he was talking about my face, probably because of my skin's habit of turning red, looking like a rash, and swelling up when I cry.I shook my head. "No." He didn't need to worry about it because it didn't matter.But Ethan continued to stare doubtfully. "Are you sure?" He glanced back and pointed at th
Sarah's pov"Where is he?" I woke up from my sleep alone on the couch that Ethan had been sitting on.My head spun around, looking for him, but I didn't find him in any corner of the place. The room was completely empty, with only me and the cups from our meeting earlier, as well as the teacup I was using."I don't usually fall asleep easily," I spoke softly, realizing that I had fallen asleep so easily on Ethan's lap.What magic did he have that he could make me fall asleep in just a few hours, sleeping peacefully and very comfortably? These days, I am fine and feel more alive, but it has been a long time since I felt this comfortable while sleeping."Could it be because he's taking care of me when I fall asleep?" That might be one reason.Because it's been so long since someone took care of me when I fell asleep, stroking my head gently and making me feel warm and safe. That wonderful feeling of realizing that someone was taking care of me allowed me to close my eyes peacefully, rea