Deanna had been in a friendly relationship with Jacky and had even promised him that she would buy some things for him. In reality, her promises had their own reasons. For example, she had planned to give Jacky a useless watch she had at home. When money was in her hands, it was impossible for her to spit it back out. However, since that item wasn't hers, it was another matter altogether. Once they had made their plans, the first thing that she would do was to go home and bring him the watch. "Jacky..." When night fell, Deanna rolled about in her sheets while calling out to Jacky. When he stirred, he thought that she was in pain. He raised his head and looked at her red face. He was quiet for quite some time. "Mmm..." He couldn't help but to kiss her again. She looked fine, but Jacky continued anyway. She was also quite obliging. Even though she didn't know what he was trying to do, she didn't mind it if she lost her innocence to him. Either wa
What would happen if the lady of the house and her husband found out? "I know." Zorion looked back at Rossie, who was sleepy. He didn't ask for much in the past two days, especially previous night. He didn't do anything for the entire night with her in his arms. But looking at her then, he was very sleepy. "I'll head to the hospital later. Don't worry about the family. I'll talk to Deanna." "Yes, sir." Zorion turned around and returned to the car. He sat down beside Rossie and held her in his arms. She leaned against him in a daze and was taken to the hospital. When they arrived at the hospital, she was taken in for an examination. The doctor didn't say anything. Later, he explained that she had simply overworked herself. Zorion booked a ward and stayed with Rossie. Overworked...? Zorion leaned back in his chair and squinted. "Did I ask for too much?" ...... Deanna had left home to head to the bank. When she reached the bank, she to
Jacky stood up and walked towards the door. As he walked out, he said, "Cut off his pinky finger on his left hand and send it over to the Moore family. They'd understand." "Yes, sir." Deanna followed him as he left. Halfway out, she told Flynt, "Don't do things the hard way if you can do it the easy way. You should always put yourself first. The Moore family definitely has money, and there's no shame in borrowing some from them. Your missing finger won't be ever grow back. However, if you borrowed money, then you can always return it to them sooner or later. Flynt, for Cynthia's sake, I'll tell Jacky not to cut off your finger. Write a letter to them and tell them that they should just hand over the money." "My brother paid up, so I'm fine. Look at me, not bad right?" Deanna said this earnestly but Flynt sneered. "You can sleep with him but I can't." She frowned. "That's a different matter altogether. We still have to pay him. Even if you did sleep with hi
Before Novalie left, someone came and said to Xanthus politely, "Sir, we're here to pick you up. Please have a seat in the car." Xanthus looked up and saw the car. He looked back at Novalie and said, "Grandma, let's go." Novalie saw the car and Xanthus explained, "My family doesn't want anyone to know about what's going on. The current state of the world isn't too good. Someone harmed us that year. My father was worried that those people would come back again. Since my parents were unwilling to be around other people, they took revenge on them. My parents now hope to take Raeleigh in as my fianc?e and asked me to bring her home first. Then, they can hide the fact from the whole world. In the future, they'll naturally accept their adoptive daughter." "This way, Raeleigh will be safe. I hope you don't mind." Novalie smiled. "What's there to be worried about? This is goof for her." "My father is in the car. He can't come out to meet you. I hope you don't mind
Lamar turned to Raeleigh and said, "I had no choice. I can't protect her once she leaves this place." "In all these years, I've rushed to so many places and searched all around, but I couldn't find you. Your mother's situation wasn't optimistic. Sometimes, she cried like a child. Over the past year, the situation was pretty good, but she was still in a wheelchair and couldn't get out. I know that so many of these complicated problems are now being dumped onto you. It is difficult for you to accept it, but I must ask for your forgiveness because I can't change any of it." "I don't hate you." Raeleigh looked at the man who was her father. She really didn't hate him. Lamar turned around and looked at her. "You're a very good child. We got you into trouble. If it weren't for my original decision, then you would have been fine and safe." "No, I am also doing very well now." Raeleigh blushed and lowered her head. She was like a child in front of her father.
Ten days had passed, but Raeleigh couldn't remember why she had come here. She accompanied her mother in the garden every day and followed her to see her work in the painting studio. She had to admit that she had a very talented and romantic mother. It was raining that day. Raeleigh had returned from her mother's room. When the weather was bad, her mother would lie in bed. Raeleigh would feel distressed when she saw how uncomfortable her body looked. But there was no other way around it. It was pain that remained from her younger times. She accompanied her mother for a while before heading back. She remembered Santiago's call from the day before. He said that he would come to her place. Raeleigh asked him about Cynthia, and he said that everything had since settled down. Santiago didn't elaborate though, which Raeleigh felt wasn't a good thing. "Okay, but what does that mean?" She initially wanted to ask about the scar, but Santiago quickly hung up the pho
Raeleigh turned around, but Jepherson held her from behind. She withdrew her hands and tried to pull away from him, but he refused to let go. "What are you doing?" She tried to pull away from Jepherson's hand, but he held on. As expected of Jepherson, he held her even tighter. "I won't do anything. Let's make up. Come back with me." Jepherson held her in his arms from behind, not letting her move. She couldn't move away. She looked back at him. Seeing her so close, he lowered her head to kiss her. She wanted to turn around, but he let go of her face and kissed her hard. Raeleigh's breath quickened as their lips and teeth became entangled. However, she couldn't push him away. She felt anxious and wanted to cry. "Jeph... Jeph..." It took a long time for Jepherson to let go, and she felt like she nearly died. He hugged her. It was hard for her to breathe. She gasped in his arms. Jepherson held Raeleigh in his arms and didn't want to let her go. He press
"I know. Dinner's ready. Call Madam Jazelle and Miss Raeleigh down for dinner later." Lamar stood by the window of the room and looked downstairs. He couldn't see anything outside, but Jepherson was still quite a youngster. However, he was looking for a son-in-law who had nothing to do with the riff-raff. He was quite unlucky. Turning around, Lamar went downstairs. A man then came downstairs and stood at the door waiting for him. "I'm not a warlord. Why are you so afraid of me? We're friends. There's not much to discuss. You help me and I'll give you a reward. It's simple. What do you think?" Lamar came down step by step, walked towards the couch, and raised his hand to invite the newcomer to sit down. The man was in a hurry to remove his shoes. He walked towards Lamar, greeted him politely, and then sat down. "Have you found a clue?" Lamar looked up at the other person. The person thought for a moment and took out the things he found and