She turned around and saw Harry standing behind her. Against the light, she could not see his expression clearly and could only see a vague outline. The receptionist took the card from Harry and said, "It costs 1208 dollars in total." "Oh, oh, it turns out that the car has been driven by my sister-in-law." Charles jeered aside. Stacy lowered her head, put the card back, and asked softly, "Are you going back?" Before Harry could answer, Charles said. "It's so early! What's the point of going home? Besides " He pointed to Harry and Stacy. "You still owe me a wedding feast. Why not make it up to me today?" Harry did not object. He looked cold as if he hid in a mysterious light. Stacy only felt embarrassed, especially Charles's address to her made her feel awkward. "I'm not going. You can go." Stacy turned around and wanted to leave, but Harry grabbed her wrist. "Wait for me." Stacy wanted to break free from his hand, but he held her hand so tight
Loraine's face was ruddy, and there was a strong smell of alcohol in her breath. Obviously, she had drunk a lot of wine. When she saw that the person who had run into her was Stacy, she was stunned for two seconds. Then she smiled and said, "Enemies are bound to meet on a narrow road." Stacy didn't want to augue with her. She turned sideways and wanted to avoid her, but Loraine refused to let her go. "Stacy, are you happy now? My brother is going to jail. A man who has protected you for ten years is going to jail." Stacy looked very calm, and she didn't want to talk about this. Every cause had its result. If Ryan did not do that to her and Henric, he would not have been like this. She did not have the pleasure of revenge, but only felt upset. "Are you very happy?" Loraine leaned against the door, staring at the white light on the roof and narrowed her eyes. "What do you think is ruthless?" "Sorry, I don't know you." Stacy leaned over and
Harry did not answer her. Stacy had to hold her temper and sat down without saying a word. After a while, the car stopped at the hotel she had been to last time. Stacy sat still. "Why did you bring me here?" Harry opened the passenger seat's door, grabbed her wrist, pulled her out of the car, and strode into the hall. "What are you doing?" Stacy tried to break free from his hand, but his hand was as strong as an iron plier. After going through the hall and getting on the elevator, Harry took her to the door of the room. The door was unlocked with a sound of "beep". "What the hell are you going to do? I should go back. Henric was still injured. I have to go back and see him " Clank! Before she could finish, she was dragged into the room by Harry and he closed the door. Stacy's heart skipped a beat. She had seen him angry before, but she had never seen him so angry. It was very depressing in the room and he said wit
When they returned to the villa and entered the door, Stacy gave him his car key. "The car is still in the restaurant." "I'll ask Jack to drive it back." Hearing the sound, Stephanie turned around from the sofa, slipped down the sofa and rushed over. She hugged Harry, instead of Stacy. She raised her head. "Daddy, why are you back so late? Have you eaten?" The little girl's delicate face was pure and innocent. She looked at him with her big clear eyes. Like an angel. Harry picked her up and said patiently, "Your mommy and I have eaten outside." Wow, Stephanie's eyes were sparkling. "Mommy and daddy have such a good relationship?" Were they dating outside? So happy. "Mommy, is what dad said true?" Stacy calmed down and said with a smile, "It's true." "Will Daddy and Mommy take me and my brother out for dinner too?" Stephanie grabbed Harry's collar, held it tightly in her hand, and looked at him expectantly. Harry lo
Stephanie seemed to have heard his voice in a daze. She nestled in Stacy's arms and said unhappily, "Yes." She wanted her father. The little girl was so sleepy that she didn't stick to him. Stacy covered her ears and didn't let her hear it. She gently patted her back and coaxed her to sleep. Stephanie snorted and moved closer to Stacy's arms. Stacy hugged her tightly. Harry leaned over and fixed his eyes on Stephanie's hands. The little girl's hands were pale and tender and she was touching Stacy's chest. Harry clearly didn't touch it, but he felt it through his eyes. And he became excited. When Stacy saw Harry's hot eyes, she pulled the quilt and covered Stephanie's little hands. Then she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. She was not sleepy now, but she didn't want to have any contact with Harry, so it was better for her to pretend to sleep. Harry let out a long sigh. How could his life be so bitter? They were clearl
"Thump-Thump!" There was a knock on the door. Ronald did not raise his head and continued his writing, then he said faintly, "Come in." Anson pushed the door open and said, "Olena is here." Olena? Ronald had forgotten that who she was. Anson reminded him, "The servant brought by Madam when she married into the family." Suddenly enlightened, Ronald asked calmly, "What is she doing here?" "I don't know. I saw that she was with a little boy." Thinking of the boy's appearance, Anson looked a little serious. "The child may be the young master's son." He had served the Louise family for a long time. He had seen what Harry looked like when he was a child. The little boy looked exactly the same as Harry when he was a child. "What?" Ronald looked at Anson in shock. "He has a child?" Why didn't he know anything about it? He put down his brush and walked out of the study. "Let's go and have a look." He seemed to think of some
Walking out of the old house, Olena looked at Henric in her arms. "Don't tell your mommy and grandmother about what we are doing here today, Okay?" She told them that she would go to the supermarket as an excuse. If she didn't buy anything back, Janet would suspect her. Moreover, there was no evidence yet. If Janet and Stacy knew about it and hindered the paternity test, she did not know when the truth would be revealed. Although they didn't talk about the paternity test in front of Henric, Henric still noticed it, which made him uncomfortable. He pursed his lips tightly. "Do they suspect me?" Olena quickly shook her head. "No." Henric smiled and obviously did not believe it. Olena explained, "Your mommy didn't tell your father the truth. She must be angry with your father, so we have to show the evidence to convince him, right?" It seemed to make sense. Henric looked up at the sky and said, "I don't know whether mommy will be angry if sh
"What?" Stacy was surprised. Allen curled her lip and said, "Don't tell me that you don't know." Stacy really did not know. It was not until she saw the people in the display area that Stacy finally knew who they were. Charles and Boyce. "Who designed this?" Charles stood in front of a long dress. It was clear that the name was signed below, but he pretended not to see it and asked Angela. "Me." If she didn't know that this person was rich and powerful, she would have already scolded him. As a man, he actually looked at women's clothes here, and he even asked all kinds of questions. "Oh." Charles made an "oh" sound and deliberately made a long sound, which somehow made people feel uncomfortable. Angela was patient and asked, "Do you have any other questions? If not, you can watch them by yourself. I am very busy." "Yes." Charles picked up the thin shoulder straps of the dress. "What is the inspiration for your design? Why are the shoulder strap