It seemed like one could cut the tension with a knife, but Laurence wasn't angered by his words. He said, “Isn't that the whole point of a secret marriage?” Shawn fell silent. Laurence didn't show much emotion on his face as he lifted his glass and took a sip. “Don't tell me that you went to block her way every time you brought your pals with you after school.”Shawn’s face didn't show any reaction, but he flung the lighter he was fiddling with onto the table with a loud bang. Laurence raised an eyebrow. He’d thought Shawn could remain unaffected and continue being an emotionless madman. To think of it, Shawn had already started acting unusually in high school. For as long as he’d known Shawn, Laurence had always thought he was abnormal. He was paranoid, stubborn, and maniacal. Someone who could do anything. Back then, Shawn had shown no interest in anything. People like him didn't have to worry about their futures, much less about their studies, because things were already set for
Zoey seldom hated anybody because she always believed that the world was a good place. Everybody had their own hardships, and she was always willing to put herself in other people's shoes when assessing a problem. She would forgive their actions because they probably didn't mean them, and it was probably their last resort. Hating someone took a lot of strength, and hatred could warp one's character. Even so, she really couldn't seem to control her emotions at that moment. She didn't want to be that way, either. Zoey only realized that Jessica had something more to say after she finished speaking. “What is it, Miss Myers?”Jessica looked at the man standing by the door under the shafts of light. His expression was so calm that it frightened her a little. She shook her head and said, “Nothing.” The door of the conference room shut quietly. Zoey didn't know that Laurence had come in and was standing right behind her. She glanced at her watch and said, “Miss Myers, if there's nothing el
Even Rose wanted to applaud Zoey's comeback. Sarah's expression grew ugly immediately after hearing what Zoey said, and she no longer bothered to act like a saint. Zoey turned around and was about to leave, but Old Mrs. Jenner grabbed her sleeve. “Zoey, is that how you should talk to your sister?” Old Mrs. Jenner had just arrived from her hometown, and she couldn't bear to see someone acting more authoritatively than her. Especially not Zoey, who was acting like a rich princess and a bully as if the Fulton family was still in their heyday when in truth, the Fultons had gone bust ages ago! Not only did Old Mrs. Jenner hate the Fultons, but she was also very closed-minded. She was more biased toward boys. Although she didn't dote on Sarah, she hated Zoey even more! She couldn't even bear the sight of Zoey because she reminded her of Robert's miserable days as the Fultons' son-in-law. Zoey felt nothing for her grandmother. Old Mrs. Jenner had never given her any pocket money in her ch
Laurence loosened his tie and looked at her plainly. “I'm going to take a shower first.” Zoey slowly came to her senses at his words, as if she understood why he had come home that night. It was most likely to satisfy his human needs.Zoey was a little tired that night, and she thought it wasn’t going to be easy to satisfy Laurence in bed. She sighed and opened the bedside drawer to check for condoms. She saw a few boxes left and thought it should be enough, at least to get past that night. She'd already showered once much earlier, and she thought she'd ask Laurence to go faster if she had no other choice. She had to go to the construction site the next day, and there were a few crucial materials that had to be changed. She was really very busy, much busier than when she'd worked as his secretary. Zoey felt quite happy with her current lifestyle and didn't want any disruptions.Laurence was done with his shower and had put on his pajamas and blow-dried his hair. His soft, black hai
It wasn’t as if Laurence had never learned the meaning behind the word “goodnight”. It was a little childish and somewhat covert way to say I love you. There were many inexpressible affections buried within the details that went unnoticed. It was apparent to Laurence that something inside him had changed. Yet he had no words to describe the feeling. Still, something felt different. The woman in his arms had drifted away into dreamland. Perhaps she was having a beautiful dream of sunshine and rainbows. With her head resting against his arm, she fell into a deep slumber. Laurence’s mind often wandered to the subtleties during downtimes. She used to always whisper earnest goodnights to him. It sounded so sincere every time the word came out of her mouth. He lowered his head to kiss her by the corner of her lips, tempted to ask her whether she meant that she loved him. Alas, there was no turning back to the past. It was pointless to ask the question now. All that
It was dull at the building site. Zoey and Jim were busy at work. Laurence knew nothing about the nature of the work to give his two cents. Nevertheless, he didn’t find it boring at all. Laurence stayed there quietly without bothering Zoey. Zoey’s face looked tiny under the helmet. With spare time on her hands at last, Zoey crouched down and drew something on a discarded plank. A dizzy spell overcame her when she got up, probably from the low blood sugar. Laurence put his hands against her waist to hold her up. “Watch out.” Despite feeling uneasy, Zoey whispered a “thank you” to him. She then fished out a few candies from her bag and absent-mindedly ate a couple. Laurence took a glance at the drawing on the plank, finding it rather adorable. Come to think of it, Zoey was more than capable of finding a good job after graduating from college if she hadn’t become his secretary. The lot stayed on site until the afternoon. Jim wanted to buy them lunch, but as soon as the suppl
Laurence calmly relayed the information before turning to Zoey. After much silence, he asked, “Is she really your grandmother?” Unable to deny the blood ties, Zoey nodded her head. “Yes. She is.” Old Mrs. Jenner had accomplished what she’d set out to do. Zoey was put on the spot and beyond humiliated. “Why?” Zoey inquired. “You don’t look alike.” Laurence gave it a thought before giving his two cents. Balling her fists, Zoey drew a deep breath. The humiliation shouldn’t get to her, as this wasn’t the first time Laurence had seen her at her worst. “I’m not close with her.” In the end, Zoey added the statement. It didn’t sit well with Old Mrs. Jenner because she couldn’t stand to see things going well for others. The old lady could comfort herself by thinking that even if Zoey’s husband had a bit of money, he must be an ugly old man. It was tough on Old Mrs. Jenner as she was married to one. Now it appeared Zoey’s husband was neither old nor ugly. Not only that, but Zoey’
Shawn wouldn’t harm Jasmine so deeply for no reason. Zoey looked at him, and his eyes were red and unreadable.His expression turned ugly at what she had said. After a long while, he choked, “I know.”He knew it had been one-sided all along. Shawn did not want to apologize to Zoey. It wouldn’t help anything. He had hurt her severely in the past, and that was the truth. He wanted to tell her how much he regretted it and how he hadn’t meant to hurt her like that. It was just because he had forgotten everything.However, he couldn’t bring himself to say any of it to her. It felt fake and pretentious. She would find it laughable for sure.Shawn’s eyes teared up, but he held them back as he looked at Zoey. He remembered her shedding tears and trembling in fear, how she gritted her teeth and said that she would hate him for the rest of her life. He felt an unbearable ache in his heart.“Were you waiting for me here?” Zoey asked, calmer than she was before.Shawn nodded, his face pale. Zoey n