Laurence wasn't a greedy man. Zoey's voice interrupted his reverie, "Can't I move back in with my mother?" Laurence wondered if she had guessed what he and Janet had talked about. His gaze grew colder, and he answered indifferently, "I'm sorry, but you can't." Then, he suggested, "But your mother can move in with us."Right off the bat, Zoey rejected him, "There's no need for that." It was a reply Laurence had expected. He said curtly, "Let me know if you change your mind." He knew Zoey would never be so foolish as to let Janet move in with them. Janet would definitely realize the true face of their relationship in less than two days.Zoey leaned back in the passenger's seat and wound down the window to enjoy the night breeze. The weather in Northwell wasn't too hot or cold at that time of year. The wind lifted her hair, and her face looked gentle under the streetlights. Laurence drove slowly, and Zoey closed the window again. The light at the junction turned red. Laurence’s
The accident happened too suddenly. The truck that lost control had also crashed into a divider. Zoey nudged Laurence gingerly and asked, "Laurence, can you hear me?" Her palm was streaked with blood flowing from his forehead, and she couldn't help but start shaking. She applied pressure to the wound clumsily, but he seemed injured elsewhere.Zoey's voice had lost its usual calm as she shakily reassured, "Stay with me, Laurence. Don't close your eyes." Laurence was unresponsive as he leaned on her shoulder. Zoey took a few deep breaths and calmed herself down. Then, she fumbled for her phone and called 911, smearing her phone with his blood too. She felt she had traveled back in time to when Laurence had gotten beaten up. He had also bled a great deal then, and his high fever wouldn't go down. He had stayed unconscious, just like he was at that moment, unresponsive even when she called his name. She undid her seatbelt as the smell of petrol filled her nose. She struggled out of
Zoey took a taxi home. The taxi driver noticed she was as pale as wax in the rearview mirror. Assuming she had just received bad news at the hospital, he comforted her, "Miss, there's nothing we can't get over in life. If we're sick, then we'll get treated for it. If it’s incurable, then we'll enjoy life in paradise sooner. But you look young to me, so no disease should be incurable."Zoey smiled slightly and said gratefully, "Thanks, mister. I'm just a little tired." The taxi driver felt relieved hearing her response. He had picked up too many passengers from hospitals who looked like their dogs had died. Hospitals were a place of joy and sorrow, and nobody could change that.When Zoey returned to the villa, the servants had already prepared breakfast. She didn't have an appetite, but she forced herself to finish a bowl of cereal, and then went upstairs to rest. She showered before changing into her pajamas and lying in bed. She stared up at the ceiling in a daze and found it hard
Laurence still remembered everything that had happened before he lost consciousness. The accident had happened too suddenly, and he’d been completely unprepared. His question surprised Sarah, and her expression changed immediately. She looked at Laurence, who was still pale and weak in his hospital bed, and teared up. "You're like this, and yet you're worried about her?!" she demanded.Laurence didn't know if Zoey was alright, but he knew she wasn’t much of a lucky person, so she could be injured. He clutched his chest that still ached slightly, and coughed. He asked, "How is she?" Seeing how worried about Zoey he was, hatred and discontent filled Sarah's chest. She controlled her jealousy and replied plainly, "She's fine. She went home to rest long ago." Then, she asked if he was hungry and needed to eat anything. Laurence shook his head, his gaze icy. "Why are you here?" His question drew an invisible line between them.Sarah could already sense how differently he held her in
Laurence’s voice held a mocking tone, but it didn't sound like he didn't care at all. Zoey hesitated for a long time and decided not to send a reply. However, Laurence probably felt bored in the ward and spammed her with voice messages. His voice sounded magnetic and sexy in the voice clips."I got injured in the car accident, you know? Are you really not bothered whether I live or die? Other patients have family members visiting them even if they only have a small cold. It makes me jealous," he spat.Zoey stood in the reception area of the hospital and sighed helplessly. She thought for a moment and considered going back to the ward, but when she thought of the other visitor he had, she decided to forget about it. She typed a reply slowly, "Mr. Scott, do you lack someone taking care of you?"Although Laurence was unwell, his brain still worked at top speed. "You were here?" he asked, then quickly added, “Sarah left already.”Zoey didn't feel much better with his reply. "Do your
Laurence found teasing Zoey quite fun.Right then, she looked like an angry puppy thumping its tail in annoyance. Zoey didn't fall for it. She swatted at his hand and ran out of the bathroom, blushing. Laurence exited and leaned against the doorframe, beckoning her eagerly. "Come and help me."Zoey sat on the sofa with a dark and stormy expression. Unmoving, she fumed, "Crawl back to the bed by yourself.” Laurence paused, and when he was certain she wouldn't take the bait again, he ambled back to his bed slowly and lay down.Soon, a nurse knocked and entered the ward. Looking at Zoey, she said, "Miss Jenner, please come with me for a full-body checkup." Zoey stood up and asked, "How long will it take?" The nurse glanced at her clipboard and answered, "Not too long. About half an hour."Zoey valued her life very much now. She had her mother and uncle and was no longer alone in the world. She followed the nurse out of the ward. She couldn't do a blood test that day because sh
The atmosphere in the room grew heavy and sullen, but Zoey was used to being given the cold shoulder. She stayed where she was, unbothered, and waited for time to pass so she could leave.Laurence gazed at her. She looked beautiful from that angle. The soft light fell on the tip of her nose and cheek, and her fair skin seemed to glow. She was biting her lip subconsciously, making her look tempting and seductive. She was gorgeous, just like a beautiful, snow-white rose. Laurence retracted his gaze and asked, "Who are you eating with tomorrow?"Zoey had assumed Laurence wouldn't be interested in this matter. He had always been unbothered about things in her life and had no desire to find out. She looked up and spoke softly in a gentle voice, but Laurence seldom heard the words he wanted her to say. She didn’t realize it, but the things she said were like daggers that could pierce his heart and make him bleed.Zoey replied, "With Jim and the others. Miss Myers' art gallery project ha
As he hugged her waist, Laurence thought Zoey was still too skinny. Her stomach was flat, and he could encircle her entire waist with just one arm. As always, he kept a light on for her and rested his chin on her head. He kissed her cheek from time to time and suddenly became greedy for her scent. It was faint, just like the wind after flowers had bloomed in spring, and it made him feel comfortable.Zoey wasn't asleep yet. Although exhausted, she found it very hard to fall asleep while being held in Laurence’s arms. Rose’s words popped into her mind. When one lets go, they would see through everything and feel neither love nor hate. They just no longer cared. She curled up under the blanket and hid half her face against the mattress. She didn't know when she could finally let go and wished she could put a switch in her heart to turn her feelings on and off. Laurence didn't seem sleepy and asked, "Are you asleep?" Zoey answered with a muffled voice, "Yeah."She heard a low laugh