Not knowing why, whenever Kiara looked at him with such pitiful puppy eyes, Harry wouldn't be able to look her straight in her eyes. "It's not like that." "That's exactly how you feel!" Kiara retorted. "Just because I'm Yvan's sister, you've been showing how much you distrust me from the start. No matter what I do for the past two weeks, it still doesn't make you have more faith in me!" Harry stared right at her and replied, "Didn't you just state your intention? You want your brother to remarry Yuna, don't you?" "That's right, I do have that idea. But does having that idea mean I'm siding with my brother?" Kiara retorted angrily. "You're a jerk, Harry, through and through!" Kiara turned and ran away after saying that. Harry wanted to chase after her, but it was as if he was rooted to the ground; he could only watch as she sprinted out of the apartment. Watching Kiara running away while covering her face, Yuna and the rest all set their eyes on Harry, who was still on th
At the same time, the door of the CEO's office in TN Group was tightly shut. Kiara crossed her legs as she sat on the couch, sensing the intense glare from her brother. She placed the teacup on the table and said snappily, "Can you not look like me like that? I'm resisting the urge to hit you with the teacup." "You knew all along that Yuna had children," Yvan said with a dark expression. "I didn't." Hearing her reply, Yvan raised his brow. "I only found out about it after sponsoring Warton." When he heard that, Yvan recalled that she started sponsoring Warton out of nowhere. His calculation told him that it started almost two weeks ago. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Why should I tell you? They're not your children anyway." Kiara crossed her arms and watched him funnily. "Besides, haven't I been hinting at you to stop sticking around Yuna? But you didn't listen, and now that you know Yuna has children, shouldn't you stay away from her?" "Whose children are they?" Yvan asked. "S
On the same night, Yuna didn't feel like sleeping. After she sent the two children to bed, she used Spencer's study to work. With a yawn, Spencer sent a glass of milk into the study. "It's already late, Surra. Yet you're still working. Isn't this bad for your body?" As he spoke, he placed the milk in front of her. "After you finish this glass of milk, go to bed. If my brother finds out that you're staying with me and I'm not taking good care of you, he will come after me and kill me." "I took up quite a lot of work today. I'll finish them in another hour." Not only did Spencer not leave, he sat across her desk. He folded his arms and rested on the desk. "Surra, I know you have a lot on your mind now. You're worried that Jenkins would know Natalie and Nathaniel are his children, aren't you?" Yuna paused in her movements, but she still seemed calm. "I'm alright." "Don't worry. An arrogant man like him wouldn't spare Natalie and Nathaniel another glance now that he knows they're
Yuna raised an eyebrow and spoke coldly, "What exactly do you want to talk to me about, Mr. Jenkins?" Just when she finished her sentence, the divider and car windows wound up automatically. And the car engine started as it drove away. Seeing that, Yuna instantly became cautious. "Where are you bringing me to this time? Yvan Jenkins!" "Did you tell your man about the things between you and me, in all honesty?" Yvan suddenly asked cooly. "Do I need to inform you about my personal matters?" Yuna grabbed the door handle to the car with both her hands and said in anger, "Stop the car! I want to get out!" The next thing she knew, Yvan seized her hands and held them in a tight grip. "You're right. There was no point in me asking you that question either. How would you dare to tell your man about being on my bed just a while ago?" "You're a psycho, Yvan." "Are the children really yours and his?" Ignoring her insult, Yvan asked her. "Of course!" Yuna replied through gritted teeth
Yuna knew Yvan wasn't planning to let her off. He was even going to use this matter to control her. "You can say no. But I'll make you say yes yourself." After that, Yvan let go of her. Yuna watched as he took his phone out. With just a glance, Yuna could tell it was Spencer's number. She immediately grabbed Yvan's arm to stop him from making the call. "What are you doing?" "Are you scared?" With her teeth clenched, Yuna couldn't voice out her anger. "Alright, what do you want in exchange?" Yvan chuckled. There was contempt in his eyes. "So soon? Aren't you going to think about it first?" "Name your terms!" Yuna really didn't want to have anything more to do with him. But when they were still entangled, the car stopped, much to her surprise. The moment she turned around, she saw none other than the familiar Birchwood Heights. She was brought here again. Followed by a thud, Yvan had already opened the door and exited the car. He even walked to Yuna's side to open the c
Yuna moved her eyes away indifferently and quickly went upstairs. She walked into the study to find Yvan sitting there, working in peace. Not knowing why, watching this scene triggered something in Yuna.She smacked her hands on the table with a sour face. "You brought me here just to deal with the matter with Daisy Bailey, isn't that right?" "It doesn't matter if you want to think of it that way." "Daisy Bailey is your girlfriend!" "So what?" Yvan raised his brow and looked at her. The moment their eyes met, Yuna suddenly realized that she didn't really understand the meaning behind his words. Gritting her teeth, she could only think of one possibility. "You're doing this just because I'm taking revenge on you. You're trying to deepen the grudge between me and Daisy, too, aren't you?" Yvan crossed his arms and leaned back on his chair as he silently watched her. "Isn't Daisy your girlfriend? Why are you doing this?" Yuna couldn't understand. "You were so protective and af
Clenching her tummy, Yuna was in so much pain that her face twisted. Ever since she delivered the twins, she had been experiencing some aftereffects. Every month when her period arrived, it would be extremely painful for her on the first day. She could imagine how much pain she had to endure again that night. Besides, there was one thing she desperately needed, but there was none there. She'd have to see Hesta to get some. Yuna clutched her stomach as she opened the door. She slowly walked downstairs as she leaned against the wall, wanting to reach the room where Hesta was resting. Just when she was about to head downstairs, Yvan suddenly appeared and grabbed her arm. With a frown, he asked, "Where are you going?" Yuna didn't have any energy to reply to him. She merely lifted her head. Yvan then realized something was wrong. "What's wrong? Are you feeling ill?" "Stomach pain," Yuna said through gritted teeth. Seeing the sweat forming on her forehead, her pale lips, and he
"No." Seeing how she denied it so quickly, Yvan could only doubt her words. "What? Spencer is a celebrity. Is the money he earned not enough to provide for your children and you as the mother?" Yuna didn't want to respond to that, but Yvan was almost certain about the answer. "He doesn't treat you well." Yuna looked at him. "Please don't make assumptions." Looking at how she was defending Spencer, Yvan's face went a shade darker. "Yuna, you should remember where you are and who you're talking to." "Wasn't it you who forcefully brought me here?" Yvan scrunched his eyebrow. He only grew angrier watching her arguing with him while defending another man. "I didn't think you'd care so much about your man." "He's the father of my children." "Is that so? He's still a celebrity, so he's flying here and there just for his job. Does he have the energy to take care of you and your children?" "At least he fulfilled his job as a father. Anybody else wouldn't have been as attentive