Gwynn didn’t open the study’s door.She merely sat on the carpet as she took in the filthy sights from the footage with a blank expression on her face. Her tears caught the light from the laptop and glinted sharply. Then, Noah began rapping the door. However, she had locked it. About five minutes later, the door swung open fiercely. Noah had kicked it in. He was very irritated and was about to burst into anger. Then, he saw the sultry footage and was dumbfounded for a second. It was footage of him and Gianna doing it!Clearly, Gianna had recorded it secretly in the past and gave it to his ex-wife.Walking over, he slammed the laptop shut before pulling out the flash drive and snapping it in half. He paused for a while before turning around to look at Gwynn. She was leaning on the edge of the couch as she stared off into space, visibly shocked. He carried her onto the couch, but he didn’t leave her alone. Instead, he propped one of his hands on her shoulder and caressed
Gwynn reached out and felt above the couch. At last, her fingers touched a hard object. It was a painting hung on the wall. Then, she yanked at it with an uncharacteristic strength and pulled it off the wall. It fell squarely on Noah’s forehead at a frightening speed. He stopped what he was doing as crimson blood rolled down his cheeks, giving rise to a horrifying sight. She curled up and looked at him helplessly and fearfully. Her clothes were unkempt. Her jumper was lifted well below her hips, revealing her slender body. Her long pants were also pulled all the way down, hanging erotically by her ankles. Gladys heard the commotion and darted into the study. She let out a sharp cry when she saw the gory sight. “What on earth happened here?! What’s wrong with your forehead, Mr. Noah? Also, your clothes, Ms. Gwynn… Are you getting tortured or something?!”Noah regarded the old servant coldly. She should’ve been an actress. Gladys helped her mistress up and showered her with
Why would Noah have done that if he didn’t love Gwynn from the bottom of his heart?Gianna had made up her mind. She was going to destroy his love life. She was going to put him through hell way worse than the one she was in. She was going to be there to witness his downfall as he tried and failed to win the love of his life. …It was close to New Year at Zutriystein, their country of origin, now. There were a lot of wealthy Zutriysteinians residing in Nihonburg. A lot of them were playing fireworks now, blasting them in the air, filling the entire town with a cacophony of explosions. Be that as it may, Gwynn wouldn’t eat anything. It had been an entire day, but she didn’t put any food or water in her. She had been working on her painting obsessively the whole time, not even bothering with Lorian when he cried. The bedroom door was opened gently. Noah came in with a tray of food. Dressed in a white shirt and light grey pants, he looked absolutely stunning. His forehead had
Noah didn’t deny it. He enunciated each word when he spoke, “That’s right! It’s a threat.”He was waiting for her to make up her mind. Gwynn leaned back on the couch and looked at him in a daze. He had backed her up to a corner now. She used to be head over heels for him, too. Now, however, he had dropped all of his act and was threatening to push her over the edge. She was the one who gave birth to Lorian, but he was about to forbid her from seeing her son if she didn’t bow down to his wishes. How heartless!At that moment, she tasted bile in her throat. She was wrecked on the inside, but she continued to pit herself against him. She wasn’t sure where the surge of courage came from, but she had steeled herself to push back against his assault. “Fine, then! Starve me. For that matter, go ahead and starve Lorian. You’re just using me to take revenge against my brother, anyway. What’s more, the Worshem blood flowed in Lorian’s veins. “So, starve all of us to death if that’s w
It was the usual cigar brand that Noah had smoked. He acquired the relevant company last year and made some changes to their production. Now, they were no longer making cigars. He was staring off into space. Gladys was less than pleased at the sight. Carrying Lorian in her arms, she started telling him about Gwynn. “She hasn’t eaten or drank anything for two whole days now! If you’re going to be so heartless and let her starve to death, then you should take it up a notch and starve your son to death as well.“That’s the only way you’re going to wipe your slate clean and make way for the next mistress to come. No one will ever know you had a wife and a son. You’ll be free to hook in your next victim, be they Gianna or Brianna…”The old servant might’ve spoken harshly, but she was merely heartbroken on Gwynn and Lorian’s behalf. It was only natural that her mistress would get mad after she saw that cursed footage. What she didn’t count on was that her master would get into a piss
Night rolled on and darkness blanketed over the entire sky. Noah snorted. “Do you really think I love you, Gwynn?” Then, he leaned into her ear. His voice was tender, but there was a piercing coldness in his tone. “I just haven’t had enough of your body! Once we were divorced, I realized something. The most beautiful and sensual lady could’ve taken off her clothes right in front of me and it still couldn’t turn me on.“However, the thought of you crying, begging for mercy while you’re on the bed always gives me a rock-hard boner right away. I have to admit that I’m regretting it a little to have divorced you. Then, I was okay with it because being divorced doesn’t mean I can’t have you.“Perhaps we’ll have even wilder sex with the shackles of marriage off. It’s going to make it downright electrifying!” He made the whole thing sound more humiliating than necessary to hurt her. As expected, Gwynn couldn’t stand it. She wanted to shake off him off immediately. The next thing she kne
He had no pity for her. He was still as heartless as ever!How could she be so stupid? Why would she think he’d ever take pity on her? What gave her the idea that he’d take pity on her just because she starved herself to death? He wouldn’t set her free just because of that. She had truly overestimated herself, just as she overestimated his capacity for kindness.He was stripped of any humanity. In fact, he was a monster!Any signs of hope had escaped her eyes. She merely laid on the bed wordlessly. She wasn’t trying to starve herself now, but she didn’t have the appetite either. There was nothing but despair in her life. There was no hope for her now. Her eyes were filled with nothing but tears. She couldn’t see anything that resembled hope.Noah saw that she had woken up and wanted to talk to her. However, he steeled his heart against her as soon as he saw her tears.This wasn’t Dr. Davon’s first rodeo. He, too, was perfectly aware that Noah had a bad temper. He wouldn’t ha
Noah went back to the master bedroom. However, Gwynn still gave him the cold shoulder and was content to live in her own headspace. Perhaps things were nice and mellow in there. No one would make her do things against her will. Noah would never be able to force himself on her there. Her headspace was free of the cold, unfeeling needles of the IV drip as well as the luxurious yet suffocating cage she was currently trapped in.She had lived in this cage for two years now. She just couldn’t understand it. He had carried out his revenge by taking away her precious youth and the very idea of ‘love.’ What more did he want from her?Standing in front of the dresser, he put his phone on it and looked at her quietly. His tone was gentle when he said, “Let’s make a deal, Gwynn!”She was startled. He continued, “Come back to Brookesville with me! I’ll buy you a villa and you can go back to college if that’s what you want. Also, you can set up an upscale gallery. I won’t keep you trappe
Zion and Gwen's marriage seemed inevitable, with no one putting up any resistance. Occasionally, Gwen even had a strange illusion.It all went so smoothly that the years of separation seemed like they had never happened, as if she and Zion had always been together. After their reunion, he didn’t even ask her about her life abroad and treated her just as he did before.She was no longer as youthful and tender, but Zion still saw her as if she were a 20-year-old girl. Gwen felt a bit dejected, thinking to herself, he must just like girls around 18-year-old.But unfortunately, the spring river flows eastward and cannot return!Zion only smiled.In winter, the days grew shorter. After work, Gwen arrived at Zion's villa, but he had not yet come home. The two housekeepers had already started preparing dinner.When Gwen got out of the car, she received a call from Zion. Her voice was soft and tender.“When will you be back?”On the other end, Zion checked the time and said, “I’ll be
Zion noticed Gwen gazing at him with those wide, expectant eyes again. With a chuckle, he reached into the pocket of his trench coat, pulled out a sleek wallet, and carefully extracted a platinum card. He placed it in her outstretched hand and said with a smile, “This is my secondary card. There’s no credit limit.” Gwen gasped softly, then teased, “Wow, aren’t you generous? Thank you, Teacher Qin.” Zion gave her a light tap on the head. Not missing a beat, Gwen wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned mischievously, “Thank you, my sugar daddy.” Zion’s response was to pull her close, cupping her cheeks as he kissed her fiercely. Though he once carried himself as an educator and now as a refined businessman, he found himself utterly smitten by her playful antics. After the kiss, Zion leaned close to Gwen's ear and murmured something uncharacteristically crude that sent a shiver down her spine. He playfully nipped her nose. “Turns out you’ve got a thing for bad boy
Zion could sense Gwen’s cautiousness and chuckled softly. Then, he cupped her face and planted a firm kiss on her lips. “Don’t worry, I won’t touch you. We agreed to save that for our wedding night. Besides, I just drank last night, so I probably wouldn’t be much use. I want your first time to be special, so I’ll make sure I’m well-prepared.” Gwen’s cheeks turned crimson. She buried her face in his chest, mumbling, “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” How peculiar! Back then, even though they were together, their relationship had always been proper and restrained. But now, here they were, sharing a bed, their bodies so intimately close it was both thrilling and embarrassing. Gwen had never experienced this before. Zion seemed to understand her thoughts. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “I haven’t either. Before the wedding night, I’ll make sure to study hard.” Gwen didn’t dare ask how he planned to “study,” though she had a pretty good idea—i
Zion maintained a respectful demeanor and immediately greeted, “Mr. Noah.” Noah, however, didn’t make things difficult for him. He gave a light cough, which could be considered acknowledgment. Then, turning to his youngest daughter, he said, “Go upstairs first. Your mother’s been waiting for you all night; she probably has something to say to you.” Gwen hesitated and didn’t move at first. Zion gently nudged her, his voice soft, “You should go.” Only then did Gwen start to move. But before heading upstairs, she walked over to Noah. As the youngest daughter and the most adept at charming her way out of trouble, she hugged her father. Only then, with visible reluctance, did she head upstairs. Her father’s anger dissipated by more than half after the hug. Watching her go, Noah turned his attention to Zion, his tone calm but firm: “Have a seat. Let’s talk.” Zion immediately sat down and, with practiced ease, poured Noah a cup of tea. Noah feigned irritation and remarked, “
But Gwen was not satisfied.With reddened eyes, she pitifully asked again, "Are you married? Is there someone else by your side? Do you still love me?"As she asked, she was more persistent than before, yet it made the man's heart ache even more.Zion remembered that when they parted ways, Gwen was still an innocent, naive girl. Now, however, she was willing to ask such direct and revealing questions. The braver she became, the more pain he felt in his heart.Zion no longer teased her. He looked into her eyes and answered seriously."No, I'm not married. There's no one else by my side. Her leg healed, and she got married earlier this year. And yes, I still love you. Very much."...Gwen's eyes turned even redder.Her voice trembled as she said, "That doesn't mean I have to be with you. I'm still mad at you."Zion took a step forward and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes. It had been five years, and now she had become a teary little kitten. He remembered how
At that moment, Gwen was completely flustered. She didn’t understand what Zion meant, nor did she understand why he was deliberately getting close to her. She wanted to ask, but before she could, Zion had already led her out of the car. The restaurant arranged by the school leadership was nearby, just off campus. Gwen had been there with Zion before, but not in a private room. Returning to an old haunt brought a sense of nostalgia. Zion walked side by side with Gwen. He was six-foot tall, and she was about five-foot-five. They made for a strikingly good-looking pair. Considering their history, the school leaders naturally couldn’t resist teasing them a bit. Gwen felt slightly uncomfortable and replied, "We were young and foolish." Over the years, Zion had grown seasoned in the business world, exuding an effortless charm. He responded with a light smile, "I wonder if we can pick up where we left off—still holding a grudge?" As soon as those words were said, the schoo
After running away in a flurry that night, Gwen retreated into her home, avoiding the world outside for several days. Her father, Noah, meanwhile, busied himself with his new hobby of keeping turtles—purchased on a whim after his wife, Gwynn, teased him for being too old. In an attempt to prove his youth, Noah even released the turtles back into the wild one evening, making a point of marking one with the name "Zion" on its shell in a bold act of petty revenge. Gwynn, ever the pragmatist, found the gesture immature and pointless, but it brought him a fleeting sense of satisfaction. Gwen, however, was unaware of the antics her father had indulged in. All she knew was that her father had been unusually concerned during her self-imposed seclusion, urging her to get out and take a break. Noah's insistence that she shouldn’t remain cooped up at home was an attempt to draw her back into the world, to reconnect with life. But she couldn’t shake the weight of everything that had transp
In the lounge, Gwen curled up in Tegan’s embrace, crying silently. Tegan gently stroked her smooth black hair, sighing softly. “If you really like him, I’ll help you talk to him.”Gwen sobbed quietly, “Dad will say you’re being rebellious.”Tegan paused for a moment, then replied, “Your brother will help me, won’t he?”Gwen clung to Tegan, continuing to cry softly. She remembered that today was Yeager’s full moon celebration and decided to cry for just a little while. After all, who hasn’t shed tears in their youth?At that moment, there was a knock at the door. From the sound of it, the person outside had a very refined aura. Tegan immediately guessed who it was; it certainly wasn’t her husband. She gently rubbed Gwen’s head. “I’ll go answer it.”When Tegan opened the door, as expected, it was Zion standing outside. The two locked eyes, and after a moment of silence, Tegan calmly spoke, “You two talk.” Zion nodded.In the quiet lounge, the soft sound of Gwen’s crying fill
The following August. It was the party for Ocelotte and Molly's child. Molly had given birth to a boy, named Yeager Sanders, a name chosen by her eldest brother-in-law, Lorian. She was very fond of the name. As for Lorian and Tegan's youngest son, he was named Fergus Sanders. Yeager and Fergus were the next generation of boys in the Sanders family. However, the first child was still Lola, the one and only little princess. She loved following Gwen around. The little girl was now three and a half years old and about to start kindergarten. On the day of Yeager's party, Gwen was still taking Lola around, but she unexpectedly ran into an old acquaintance. It had truly been a long time. Since the year Zion had left for another country, although they had occasionally bumped into each other, they hadn’t had the chance for a proper meeting. How many years had passed? Gwen didn't dare to think about it, nor did she want to calculate. She vaguely felt it had been four