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
"Connections are vital in our industry. Without them, it would be very hard. Interior designers need word-of-mouth advertising too. I don’t think you want to be an unknown designer your entire life. We need to learn to be ambitious. Although it's difficult, the reward is worth it." Although Jim had said so much to Zoey, he was still afraid she would change her mind and not attend the staff meal. He had left university a long time ago, and society had taught him to be humble and the right time to be courteous. Some people were born with privilege, and climbing the social ladder was a challenge for people like Jim and Zoey. It wasn’t so hard if one was born with a golden spoon in their mouth.Zoey had some socializing skills and had her fair share of dealing with unpleasant interactions. "I'll be there, Jim." "I'll send you the address. Don't be late.""Okay."Jessica had booked a restaurant in a five-star hotel and decorated the venue to suit the guests. The Myers family was al
Jessica didn't like it when she was asked to take care of someone else, but since Laurence had asked her this favor, she would definitely help. Fortunately, Zoey wasn't rowdy when she was drunk and sat there quietly like an obedient child waiting for her parents to come and pick her up from kindergarten. As Jessica hung up, Zoey was still touching her face, mumbling about how warm it felt. Jessica pulled her hands away and sat down beside her, saying slowly, "It won't feel hot in a while." Zoey nodded. Clearly drunk, she said senselessly, "I want to go home." She didn't like social events, and had already exchanged contacts with many people and drank a lot that night. Her mind felt fuzzy, and she just wanted to go home and sleep."Laurence is coming to pick you up," Jessica reassured her. Zoey nodded, then paused before asking abruptly, "Who's Laurence?" Jessica thought Zoey looked much cuter than her usual quiet and polite self. Just as she was about to say something, Zoey
Laurence thought Zoey hadn't heard him because she hadn't answered him for a long time. He had always been a very pragmatic person, so since she had put it that way, it meant that she wanted something in return. He asked her again and waited patiently for an answer. His question seemed to have sobered Zoey up completely. He was dealing with it very practically and this would settle things up clearly between them. The old Zoey would have wanted his love, but she no longer thought about meaningless things like that. She said very softly, "I want freedom."Zoey closed her eyes slowly, her face pale. She was very thin, and her waistline was very slim. Laurence felt as if she would slip from his hands anytime as he was holding her. A few moments later, she said softly in a negotiating tone, "How about you return my freedom?" Laurence couldn't have guessed that she would ask for this and subconsciously held her even more tightly. "Except that," he retorted. Zoey thought for a long tim
Every time Zoey felt like the world was grinding her down, Laurence would infuriate her to the point of tears. In an instant, tears welled in her eyes. This instinct wasn’t something that she could control through sheer willpower. Hurt, pain, and grief pulled mercilessly at her with taut strings. All Zoey could do was try to stop her tears from falling. She looked up, attempting to will those humiliating tears back. She felt like her teeth were about to be worn down from how tight she clenched them. But at last, the tears streamed down her face like lines of pearls. Soon, her face was completely damp.“Well then, looks like I don’t have to keep playing nice with you,” she said. Her balled fists couldn’t stop trembling involuntarily. When Laurence said those things to her, her head spun like she had just suffered a heavy blow. She continued, “If you won’t let me have my freedom, then you should give me money. Lots of it.”Zoey hadn’t spent his money, not because she had moral princi