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
Laurence had no words to say.He couldn't possibly tell her that he feared for her, that she might do stupid things without thinking them through when he was away, and that having someone by her side, looking over her, would make him feel more at ease.Although Laurence didn't know much about depression, it wasn't as if he had absolutely no idea either. A few years ago, his aunt had jumped off a building to her death due to a depressive disorder that followed her divorce. The mere thought of something happening to Zoey made Laurence feel extremely uneasy.Zoey didn't want to argue and create more tension between them so early in the morning. Neither of them spoke a word as they both went downstairs with silence hanging over their heads. One sandwich later, Zoey felt full enough to leave. She headed for the door with a bottle of milk in her hands. Laurence had hardly touched the coffee before him, but as soon as she stood up, he too rose to his feet. He grabbed his coat and said, "
There was no telling whether Robert was trying to convince himself or was simply stating the reality. Robert had panicked at first. He'd been careful to wire the money to the driver, moving the funds between various accounts, and paid the man through the bank account of a distant relative. It never occurred to him that the police would manage to trace the money. It was hard to reopen an old case. Robert wasn't wrong to say that the dead man told no tales. He'd suffered from bouts of anxiety, barely able to eat or get a good night's sleep. His former parents-in-law had haunted him in his sleep. It had taken a few days for him to regain his composure. Money could make his problems go away. Besides, Jasmine would hire the best attorney for him to avoid litigation. What if the voice recording was handed over to the police? There was a possibility that it wasn't admissible as evidence. Robert put all his hope in his family and... Laurence. The Scotts, with their vast resources and
Zoey understood what Laurence was trying to say. It was his personal property, so she had no right to use their marriage against his decision. It wasn't up to her to decide who got to stay on the property, nor did she have the right to interfere with his decision. Zoey silently drew a deep breath and steadied her breathing to compose herself. She needed to be collected to talk rationally with him instead of giving the impression that she was acting on her emotions. She pursed her discolored lips. “Are you going to see her?” Zoey was determined not to let the precious opportunity slip right out of her hands. She finally saw a glimmer of hope. It was like the dawn before the sunrise. At the very least, she wanted a fair trial. Zoey was uncertain whether Laurence would offer Sarah another helping hand if the latter asked.Although Zoey didn't learn much about Laurence’s family, she'd heard of his father’s name on TV despite not keeping up with the current events. It was a piece of
Zoey’s face was drained of any color. Laurence saw through her, divulging the innermost thoughts she tried so hard to hide. Zoey believed Sarah wasn't completely innocent either. Nevertheless, Sarah played no part in the murder for hire. She'd only been about Zoey’s age at the time.Even though Sarah enjoyed the assets her father stole from Zoey’s family, it was true that she had no blood on her hands. “Yes, I hate her. It’s not new information to you. Is it weird that I want her to get what she deserves? Are you expecting me to be nice to the love child of my father's affair with another woman?” Snapping out of her thoughts, Zoey spoke with a straight face. Laurence wasn't trying to find excuses for Sarah. He stared at Zoey, and like her, he spoke in a flat tone, “Does she have a choice? Could she choose her birth parents?” A while later, Zoey grinned, but the smile looked awkward. “You win. I’ve got nothing.” Despite gaining the upper hand, Laurence showed no joy. In fact,
Zoey couldn’t help but ask, “Did you overhear my conversation with my mom?”“Yep. I heard you speaking on the phone the moment I came back to the room. That small town is indeed more bustling than this hotel at the mountaintop. A lot of travelers like to stay in that town.”“I see.” After a while, Zoey said, “Then let’s go take a look.”Although it was subtle, Laurence could tell that Zoey was in a good mood when she replied. He nodded in response.“Is anyone else coming with us?” Zoey asked hesitantly, not looking at Laurence.“No.”“Okay.” Zoey was relieved upon hearing that. She had a bad relationship with Sarah and didn't know his other friends well.The weather was good, and the sun shone brightly. Zoey’s mood improved as well.Laurence undid the top two buttons on his white shirt and rolled up his sleeve slightly, showing off his forearms. There was a time when Zoey would get distracted whenever she saw Laurence in a white shirt. She had been first attracted to him when he wore a
“Okay then.”Zoey thought that what Laurence said made sense. They weren’t fated to be together, so it didn’t matter to them.“I’ve been to places like that before. It should be very crowded. Are you sure you want to go?”Laurence said yes, and Zoey nodded in response. She was okay with it as long as Laurence didn’t mind the crowd.After finishing the coffee, Laurence led Zoey to the famous love lock bridge. He held her hand tightly the whole way.There were many ribbons and heart-shaped locks on the bridge. Many young couples were taking photos there.The two of them stopped in their tracks and observed the crowd for a while. Zoey felt alienated when she saw the young couples who were madly in love with each other. They looked so happy.Laurence turned his head and glanced at her. She was standing next to him quietly, looking rather aloof.He bought a childish heart-shaped lock on a whim.“Do you want to put it on the bridge?” he asked.Zoey looked at the lock in his palm and touched
Ryan had a reason for barging into the room. He thought he had seen something he shouldn't have.He had witnessed Zoey's relationship with his brother over the past few years. He hadn't thought so many things would happen between them when they got married.In the end, Laurence fell for her.The high and mighty guy had willingly become the loser for that woman.Zoey could tell from Ryan's reaction that he had misunderstood. Without bothering to explain, she walked straight out of the office.Laurence ignored Ryan, too. He treated Ryan as if he didn't exist and strode out the door after Zoey. Ryan was left alone in the office, dumbfounded.Laurence's assistant greeted him politely. "Are you here for ..."Ryan was still in a daze. He snapped to his senses and said, "I'm here to see my brother!""Mr. Scott just left.""I saw that.""Then, is there anything else I can do for you?"Ryan turned around to leave but returned halfway. He put his arm around the assistant's shoulder as
Zoey could feel the gazes on her as she stepped into the office. There were hardly any familiar faces left in the office.She secretly sighed in relief. She would have felt awkward and at a loss if she had to face the inquisitive gazes of acquaintances.Laurence held Zoey's hand, and she had no choice but to let him do as he pleased. She couldn't resist him.They entered Laurence's office. His office looked cold and plain, just like he was.Zoey noticed he was still grabbing her wrist. She took a deep breath and asked, "Where should I sit?"Perhaps surprised by her sudden cooperative attitude, Laurence raised an eyebrow. After a pause, he kindly reminded her, "The door is locked."Without a key, the door couldn't be opened from the inside.Zoey tried to pull her wrist away. "Got it."Laurence watched her sit on the sofa, and he relaxed slightly. He asked politely, "Would you like something to drink?"Zoey was momentarily lost in thought. She replied, "Warm water will do"Laur
Zoey was composed. She didn't seem worried about Laurence investigating her past in Novarvia. But deep down, she wasn't confident.Laurence had long lost any moral boundaries. Despite knowing she was married, he showed no concern about interfering in her marriage. He would likely become even more audacious and unrestrained if he discovered that her marriage was fake.Just the thought of it gave Zoey a headache. She never thought getting rid of someone would be so difficult, even if they held a certain position of power. Shaking him off became increasingly challenging.Lost in her contemplation, Zoey failed to notice the driver had changed direction. When she finally realized, the car was parked at the entrance of the Scott Group.Zoey pondered briefly. She thought the driver was sending Laurence off. She waited patiently and remained seated in the car.The man beside her calmly looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you getting out?"Zoey furrowed her brows. "Why should I?"
Sarah always seemed like she was thriving. Looking radiant, she hooked arms with the man beside her. She no longer looked as worn as she had a few months ago.Laurence was acquainted with the man beside her. His gaze was indifferent, showing neither surprise nor much emotion. Firmly grabbing Zoey's hands, Laurence wouldn't let her leave his side.Laurence had no intention of greeting Sarah or engaging with William. He held Zoey's hand, seemingly aware she didn't want to deal with them either. He turned his face to her and said, "Let's go."Zoey didn't refuse. They left quietly.This time, Sarah didn't stop Zoey. She usually tried provoking her.Once they were far away, Zoey immediately shook off Laurence's hand. He saw her furrowed brows and the undisguised disgust in her eyes. She must have hated Sarah a lot. She didn't even want to see her.Laurence explained, "I didn't know she would be here today."Zoey ignored him and walked ahead. The man behind her suddenly circled he
Zoey had no idea whether she was acting out of spite or being stubborn, but she arrived at the restaurant as promised. The restaurant had a private courtyard that offered great privacy. She didn't want to cause the person she was meeting any trouble. Neil's wife was once Zoey's client. Both parties were pleased with the business transaction. Zoey didn't like socializing, but she was out of alternatives. She forced herself to befriend Neil's wife. She had something to ask of Neil because her passport application had been dragging on without any progress. Zoey didn't want to lose control of her emotions again. She could still keep her cool if she stayed away from Laurence. To her surprise, Laurence had found out what she had been secretly up to. It was like he had installed a bug on her. She was horrified. "I've heard a lot of good things about you, Ms. Jenner." "You're too kind, Mr. Jackson." Neil was nicer than she expected. He didn't act superior or avoid the topic. Inst
Zoey ended the phone call. Without having to ask, Zoey knew what was going on when she saw Laurence. Needless to say, Laurence had taken the liberty to take the morning off for her. She couldn't be bothered to be angry. Instead, she felt numb as it had happened too many times before. Zoey looked down at her changed pajamas and turned to the man by the bed. She asked, "Where are my clothes?" Laurence met her gaze. He didn't feel embarrassed at all. "They were in the wash. They are in the dryer now." Zoey lifted the bed covers and stepped onto the carpet. She made a beeline for the walk-in closet, which was filled with many clothes she hadn't taken with her when she'd left years ago. She picked an outfit and put it on. Laurence was still in the bedroom when she walked out of the walk-in closet. He put on his tie and looked over at her. She glanced at him and said, "You should've woken me up last night." Laurence approached her. He was tall and looked sharp in his suit, with
Zoey was fast asleep. She thought she was dreaming when someone lifted her up. Her body clock over the last few days had been regular. She was going to bed early. Now, she couldn't keep her eyes open. Maybe she went back to sleep because she didn't sense any danger.Laurence hooked his arm behind Zoey's knees in a cradle and pulled her arm over his neck to secure her from falling. She mumbled in her sleep. He guessed that she was dreaming.Laurence couldn't hear what she was saying. He leaned in with his ear near her lips, but her mumbling stopped.The chauffeur, dedicated to his job, was on standby outside. Seeing his employer in the distance, he opened the door respectfully.Laurence carried Zoey into the car. The chauffeur closed the car door and glanced again at the woman in his employer's arms from the rear-view mirror. She looked familiar, but he didn't want to make any assumptions. "Where to, sir?" The chauffeur couldn't read his employer's mind, so he was careful not to
The bar wasn't too far from the restaurant. It was less than a ten-minute drive away. Laurence refused to let go of Zoey's wrist. He was bold to show off their closeness even though it was inappropriate. The others could hardly take their eyes off the couple. It was drama in the flesh. If they remembered correctly, Zoey had denied their relationship online two days before. She had even announced her marriage to someone else to set the record straight. What was going on? They had a hunch about the situation, judging by the resistance on Zoey's face. Maybe her ex-husband wouldn't leave her alone. The man seemed relentless in his pursuit. Nevertheless, it was not their business to get involved. At the end of the day, it was between Zoey and Laurence. Everybody quieted down and sobered up. The group caught a cab to the destination. Laurence shamelessly invited himself to join the group, and no one objected, not even politely. They weren't fools. They wouldn't offend the man for
Zoey felt a tingling sensation along her ear. It felt as if she had been electrocuted. Laurence's tone was half-joking, but there was seriousness behind it. He was ready to tell on her to her husband the moment she nodded. Zoey had lost her patience with him a long time ago. She couldn't help but snap back every time. She looked up. Her face was small. She was about to tell him to get lost when the man took the chance to deepen the kiss. He squeezed her chin, forcing her to part her lips to let him in. Zoey was pinned against the wall. His scorching breath took hers away. She was trapped like prey in a snare. The more she struggled, the tighter his grip became.Laurence didn't stop with a brief kiss. He didn't give Zoey room to breathe, and she could feel her limbs going weak. Her tongue was going numb. The woman opened her mouth, gasping for air. She hung onto his collar to stop herself from going limp. The man was always greedy. He could never get enough of her. Zoey had