Zoey had noticed that when Laurence was in a good mood, they could spend time together fairly well. She couldn't help staring at him and felt relieved when she thought he didn't seem to be lying. Arguing was upsetting and a waste of energy. In the last few days, she'd tried her best to put a smile on her face around him, but if he still wasn't satisfied, then there was nothing else she could do. She could only watch him be grumpy and throw tantrums. Seeing her skeptical expression, Laurence looked down at her lazily and asked, "Am I that scary when I'm moody?" Zoey asked him back, "Do you really want to hear the truth?" He raised an eyebrow and said, "Tell me the lie first then." Zoey contemplated it. "The lie is that you're not scary." She gazed at his face under the light and couldn't see any flaws even at such a close distance, but his eyes were always unfathomable. She drew back from her thoughts and said, "The truth is that you're really quite scary. Don't tell me you do
After Diana left, Katie asked curiously, "Is Miss Cole your friend?" Zoey shook her head and said no. Katie didn't have a very good impression of Diana and said, "Those ladies looked like bullies. They seemed more like they'd come to trash our studio than to show support." Zoey had a similar impression of Diana too, but she thought that Diana was quite foolish because she willingly let Sarah use her. "It's nothing. Just don't bother with her if she doesn't provoke you. If she makes your life difficult, then you don't have to be nice either."Katie blinked at Zoey and said, "Then I won't be nice, but of course, I'll still be professional when designing her villa." Zoey smiled and said, "She's just…a little spoiled, but she's very naive. I think you'll be able to deal with her." Katie had dealt with these types of rich but foolish girls at her old job, and she knew that as long as she sweet-talked them and rained exaggerated compliments on them, everything would run smoothly. "I k
Laurence went upstairs to get her medicine and quickly found the Omeprazole she wanted in the second drawer. Just as he was about to turn around and return downstairs with the bottle of pills, an inexplicable urge overcame him. He opened the lowest drawer and saw an array of colorful boxes and bottles of medicine. There were quite a shocking number of them. He crouched to read the labels on the boxes and realized that they weren't the usual kind of medicine. All the names were unfamiliar to him, and there were just so many. Why did she have so much medicine? He memorized the names on all the labels with a solemn expression and closed the drawer, going downstairs as if nothing had happened. Zoey was curled up on the couch with her hair covering most of her ashen face. Laurence poured a glass of warm water and asked, "How many pills do you need?" Zoey fought against the burning pain in her abdomen and said, "Just one is enough." Laurence popped out a pill and lifted her face ge
The word "police" drove Robert into a panic. It was an eye for an eye. What he had done back then was premeditated murder. He closed his email with shaking hands and came back to his senses. He glared at Jasmine with gritted teeth, thinking that if she hadn't given him the idea, he would never have been bold enough to order a hit on someone. He'd already had enough of the driver's son threatening him all these years! Robert no longer felt the same deep affection for Jasmine as he had last time, and he thought the saying was true. Husband and wife went their own ways when the house burned down. Not only did he hate the sight of her now, but he even blamed the whole terrible incident on her. She'd been the one to brainwash him and ask him to get rid of those people. He didn't have the balls to kill anyone. If he hadn't listened to her, then he wouldn't have someone threatening him and so many sleepless nights now. Robert asked coldly, "How much money do you have left in your bank acc
The doctor didn't know much about Zoey's situation, so he could only offer some basic professional advice. "Depression deeply affects the patient's life because they cannot control their emotions. Sometimes, they could be overcome by urges to do something extreme. However, if the patient is willing to accept treatment and take medication, it shows hope that their condition isn't that serious—it is a sign that they're seeking help. But you have to be very alert to their emotions no matter what."Laurence wasn't unfamiliar with the term "depression", but he still found it a little hard to accept right off the bat. He never thought that Zoey could have depression, although he'd noticed something off about her some time ago. She would stare blankly out of the window in low spirits. Laurence nodded and said, "Thank you, Dr. Zahn." After hanging up, Laurence sat in silence for a moment before getting up and grabbing his coat off the back of his chair. He opened his office door and walked
A few seconds later, Laurence softened his voice and spoke again, "That's great."Having shared her happiness, she suddenly realized she may have told him too much. He probably didn't care about what she had to say anyway.Zoey hailed a taxi. She wound down the window, allowing the chilly breeze to caress her face. "I'm on my way home. If there's nothing else, I'll end the call now."Laurence's tone sounded no different than usual. "We'll talk when you get back."Zoey didn't think it was something too important. Otherwise, he would've told her over the phone.Recently, she'd been suffering from motion sickness a lot. As a result, she didn't dare stare at her screen for too long during the ride. Once she hung up the phone, she only watched the scenery whiz past outside and enjoyed the breeze.She managed to arrive home a few minutes earlier than Laurence. She unlocked her phone and instantly saw the news about Robert's arrest. Reading further, she found no additional information d
Laurence was furious as he roared these words at her. All she ever did to him was keep secrets and keep more secrets. She'd never been willing to tell him anything.Bloodshot veins could be seen running across the whites of his eyes. That feeling of someone ripping his chest open had returned, as had the feeling of being mysteriously strangled, which was all too familiar to him. His throat was dry and scratchy, making it hard for him to breathe.His words flew at Zoey like an ax headed straight for her head. At one point in the past, she used to have impulsive thoughts so uncontrollable that she wanted to jump out of every window she saw and run into every car she happened upon. Had Rose not stopped her the other day, Laurence would probably be dealing with her funeral right now.Laurence didn't look pleased in the slightest. Fury threatened to overflow from his increasingly bloodshot eyes.He stormed toward the chest of drawers in silence and fetched all the boxes of medicines she
When Laurence returned with her glass of water, Zoey had already climbed back into bed.He handed her the glass, and she absentmindedly downed its contents in a few gulps. Eyeing the empty glass, Laurence offered, "Should I get you another glass?"To which Zoey responded with a shake of her head, "That's fine, I've had enough."Instead, she asked, "Why are you up? Don't you need sleep?"It wasn't that he didn't need sleep—he just couldn't fall asleep. How could he go to sleep with something weighing on his mind? He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that she had developed depression, not to mention depression so severe that she needed medication.Before dinner, he'd consulted a private doctor via text. However, he wasn't a professional psychiatrist and didn't exactly have expertise in this field. Struggling to fall asleep, he climbed out of bed in the middle of the night to dig into this a little further. The internet was his only source given the time of day—he couldn't