Laurence clenched his fist so hard that his fingers were going to break. His expression was stiff, but nobody could tell if it was because of the cold or something else. His men were probably so frightened by the look on his face that they forgot to respond.Shawn walked to the edge of the cliff and peered down expressionlessly. After a while, he looked up again and laughed softly. "Go on. Find her body," he said lightheartedly. The cliff was almost twenty meters high. How could she possibly escape death? When Laurence heard what he said, he looked up at him icily with a hint of violence in his gaze. Then he said matter-of-factly, "It's seawater at the bottom. She won't die." Shawn felt that Zoey wouldn't be that lucky. An unlucky and pitiful person like her would only get smashed against the rocks and lie in a pool of her own blood. He’d been late on purpose because he just couldn't bear to take her life himself. But it was too tormenting. Every time he saw her face, his head hurt as
No one could balance both ends of a scale. It was only human to be biased. Over the years, what Laurence heard most about himself was that he was cold-blooded and heartless, and he could be cruel to anyone. However, it wasn't true that he didn't have any human emotions. He just found it impossible to forget some things. Back then, Sarah had saved his life. She was the one who’d rescued him from the abandoned warehouse and taken care of him so tenderly when he was on the brink of death. He couldn't let Sarah die in front of him, nor did he want her to face any risks. There was nothing he could do for Zoey but apologize.He held her hand to his cheek and couldn't help but wonder why he couldn't warm her hand. It was still so cold after so long. Although she’d been given a tranquilizer, she still couldn't sleep soundly. She’d subconsciously curled herself into a ball.Zoey had a very long dream. In the dream, she was still a five-year-old child, the apple of her family's eye. Her grandpa
Zoey was well aware that no matter how many times Laurence had to make the choice, his decision would still be the same.He couldn’t even be bothered to lie or sugarcoat his words to make her feel better.Zoey tucked herself tighter in the blanket. The coldness around her was the only thing she could feel. Her frail hands gripped the corners of her blanket weakly, the wedding ring on her ring finger nowhere in sight. No one knew when it had fallen off.She was stunned for a brief moment when she caught sight of her bare finger, but she quickly snapped out of it.The ring could have been lost when she fell into the sea.It hadn’t been very fitting, to begin with. It was too loose for her slender fingers.Laurence noticed her staring at her hand silently. "What is it?""Nothing." Zoey shook her head.If it was lost, then so be it. It wasn’t important anymore.After all, it was just a random ring that Laurence's assistant had picked out.It carried no vows and didn’t symbolize anything, s
It had occurred to Zoey that Laurence might disagree.But she could not fathom why he would disagree. Laurence had hordes of people who fancied him and would marry him willingly. Even if it was a contractual marriage or a marriage in name only, she was sure that many would be happy to do so.No matter how she saw it, she was indispensable.She could only pin it on his ego—that even if there was a divorce, he must be the one to bring it up, or he would be offended. She’d half a mind to beg Laurence to let her go. But she was parched, and a bitter taste rose at the back of her throat.He might think that she didn’t know what was good for her, that since he’d offered her such handsome conditions, she should comply with all his requests and take everything that he threw at her in silence. But she really couldn’t take it anymore.So even though Laurence didn’t want to hear it, Zoey still said softly, "Mr. Scott, let’s have a divorce."That hadn’t been as arduous as Zoey thought it would be
It was a Saturday, so the telecommunications companies were closed.Zoey was lost in her own thoughts when Laurence came out of the bathroom in a set of fresh clothes. His hair was still slightly damp, and he’d put on a loose and comfy off-white sweater. He looked very homely and somehow exuded a rare gentleness. Zoey slowly turned to look at him, seemingly with something to say."I lost my phone," she said a while later."I’ll get someone to buy you a new one. You can use mine in the meantime."He had two phones, so he didn't hesitate to hand her his personal phone.Zoey stared at his outstretched hand for a long time before she finally accepted the phone and thanked him."Mr. Scott, I’ve given things thorough consideration," she said slowly, enunciating each word clearly. "Let’s get a divorce." She’d never been more serious.Putting an end to things would be the perfect way to end this imperfect marriage.She didn’t want to wait until it left a bad taste in both their mouths to end
Zoey’s words were calm and easy.But they were like nails that pierced Laurence's flesh, unrelenting and firmly embedded in his heart, bringing him great pain.His eyes were dark. "It wasn't my intention to torment you."He gripped the back of a chair so tightly that his knuckles went white. His striking face reflected on the window pane, but his eyes were icy cold.Zoey lifted her head. She looked fragile. "I know, Mr. Scott. I know." She nodded lightly.She understood that Laurence bore no malice toward her. He didn't mean to make her suffer or make her angry.Every decision he made, he made based on his own personality and judgment.Strict, logical, and apathetic. That was just how he was.She understood him. But still, she could not stop herself from feeling anguished whenever he chose to sacrifice her."Zoey, I do not want you to make decisions when you’re being emotional," he said coldly.Zoey looked extremely feeble, her pale pink lips almost losing their color as she spoke soft
Laurence’s other hand latched onto Zoey’s wrist. Her hair was pinned under his arm as he pried her mouth open with his fingers.The seductive action brought along with it a trace of coldness.He enjoyed seeing her helpless, vulnerable, and at his mercy. It satisfied a twisted desire for control deep within him.Her breath quickened, and Laurence could hold back no more. He lifted her face and bit her lip.He came on aggressively and pushed her lips open with his own, probing with his tongue as he went. Their breaths intertwined, and their saliva mixed. In the end, even their tongues hurt.Zoey tried to back off, but even the slightest intention to shy away from him would be punished with a stronger retaliation.After some time, she started to feel dizzy from the lack of air. He finally took pity on her and released her.Her lips were red and swollen, with a small cut at the corner where he bit her. He had truly not held back one bit and let loose all of his pent-up emotions.Zoey slowl
Zoey was glad that she was having problems with her hearing now, so what Laurence said hadn’t sounded so horrifying.She didn’t wish to have a row with him.He stared at her with a cold expression as he cut her off. His eyes were pitch black and as deep as an abyss.As Mrs. Scott had yet to make her way downstairs, she was alarmed by the deafening noise.There had been a resounding bang when the door was slammed shut. She turned around and doubled back to the master bedroom. She knocked twice, but nobody came to the door.Although Laurence always had his own sense of propriety, Mrs. Scott was still worried that something might go wrong. After a moment of hesitation, she reached out for the doorknob, ready to open the door.Right then, Laurence opened the door from the inside. Mrs. Scott took a few steps back. Eavesdropping, after all, wasn’t the nicest thing to be caught doing. She chuckled awkwardly. "Did you have an argument with Zoey?" "No," Laurence denied.Mrs. Scott didn’t beli