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
Even after so many years, nothing had changed. Laurence still shone the brightest in the crowd, while Zoey was nobody. It was like they were on opposite sides of the world, never to step foot in the other’s territory.Zoey returned to her senses and greeted him politely, “You’re back.”Laurence’s gaze swept over her thin frame. He had an easygoing look on his face as he greeted her casually, “Yes. Are you heading out?”Zoey clutched her laptop tighter. Laurence wordlessly took a few steps forward, approaching her. Although he seemed relaxed, she still felt slightly suffocated. She held her breath, bracing herself before she softly said, “Yeah, I’m going over to Jim’s studio to hand him some details.”Laurence hummed noncommittally, seeming uninterested in discussing the topic further. Zoey wore a fitted pair of jeans that accentuated her long legs and a simple white t-shirt that passed her hips. The outfit made her look somewhat like a university student, fresh out of high school—y
Amanda was taken aback by Laurence’s reply for a few seconds. As quick-witted as she usually was, she was at a loss for words. She had no idea how to counter him. After careful thought, she realized there was no way to win against him. Amanda felt sorry for Zoey, but Sarah was more important to Laurence.Laurence averted his gaze before continuing bluntly, “When did you become so kind?”Amanda was surprisingly honest as she put on an innocent expression and answered, “I may be a spoiled rich girl, but the enemy of my enemy is my friend. It’s not like you don’t know how much I hate Sarah. Besides that idiot from the Cole family, does Sarah even have any friends?” Amanda rushed to add a well-known fact, “Didn’t all these women only befriend Sarah because they wanted you? She was a spoiled brat back then and still is one now.”Amanda felt foolish for saying all that to warn Laurence about how Sarah was the one behind the recent online rumors. Did Laurence really have no idea? Certainly
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