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 fell asleep. She didn’t hear what Laurence said.“Maybe I really am going mad,” he thought. He never used to care about spending time with her, but now time together seemed so precious. Deep inside, he knew that Zoey was waiting for the contract to end so that she could leave him.If they had a child together, their bond would never be completely severed. After all, blood was thicker than water. Laurence did not want to have a child with Zoey just to save their marriage. Nonetheless, he couldn’t help but think that perhaps she wouldn’t be in such a hurry to leave him if they had a child. Maybe she would hesitate because of the child. He felt he didn’t hate kids anymore, even though they were noisy. He could even stand the sound of babies crying now.Laurence thought about a lot of things. Suddenly, he felt Ryan had made a smart choice when he got married and had kids right after graduation. Now, he had a happy family. He came back to his senses and caressed Zoey’s ears. She was
After the sweet moment, peace returned to the restaurant. Zoey got up and went to the bathroom, bumping into Yvette on the way. She was wiping at the corner of her mouth in frustration, as if she had something stuck there. As Zoey debated over saying hello, Yvette had already spotted her. "Zoey, what a coincidence.""Yeah. Long time no see, Miss Sullivan."Since Yvette had spotted her, it was no surprise that she had also seen the man beside Zoey. "Honestly, I knew you and Laurence were married long ago, but I couldn't really believe it. Back then, you did help him get rid of his admirers, but you didn't look like his wife." Yvette remembered Zoey as a kind and helpful secretary who could handle any mess. She didn't care about the women who threw themselves at Laurence.Zoey had almost forgotten her old self and replied, "Work is work. Life is life." After being with Laurence for so long, she had even started speaking like him. Yvette snorted and still thought that Zoey was
Robert wasn't young anymore. He looked like his soul had been sucked out of his body, making him look old and weak. The lawyer's words were the final blow to any hope he had left. His whole life had been a smooth journey, and he had never suffered any hardships except when he married Janet Fulton. Besides the disapproval and scorn he got from her relatives, he had never endured any other struggles. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he had lived like a king.Robert lost control of his emotions and said viciously, "I paid so much money. You must find a way. I don't care. I'm not going to jail! They have no evidence. They're just talking nonsense!" He was panting from exerting himself too much. The lawyer was much calmer. "Mr. Jenner, as far as the evidence the prosecution currently holds, the future is not looking too bright for you. I suggest you ask for understanding from the victims' family in favor of the judge's consideration before the sentencing."Robert flew into a grea
The spaghetti in the pot was slightly burnt. Zoey spooned it out in a daze and threw it away after a while. It wouldn't taste good even if it wasn't burnt or cold. After dinner, she grabbed a soft drink and a half-eaten piece of cake from the fridge and sat on the couch. However, the sweet treats didn't make her mood any better. Even if Laurence hadn't said where he was going, she could guess. She forced herself not to think about it, feel disappointed, or let it affect her mood. She ate bite after bite of cake, feeling desolate.Laurence spent more than half an hour driving and called Sarah many times on the way, but she did not answer a single call. He couldn't help but speed up and run to the front door as he continued dialling the number, but he was met with the automated voice message every time. He had hardly stayed at that apartment over the last two years, and when he arrived downstairs, he realized that he had forgotten his access card. Fortunately, the security guard rec
Laurence caught a cold, leaving him with a sore throat and a discolored complexion. Since his whereabouts that night were none of Zoey’s concern, she said bluntly, “There’s food in the kitchen if you’re hungry.” Laurence coughed until rosiness crept onto his drained face. He acknowledged her instruction and stopped near her while on his way to the kitchen. “I’m fine if the food gets soggy and gross.” Zoey fell silent for a while. Pretending she didn’t understand what he meant, she hung her head and answered quietly, “But it’ll lose its flavor.”Laurence pressed his lips tightly together and retorted, “I’m not fussy.” It was strange of him to make that statement. Zoey would never label Laurence as “not fussy”. Laurence went to the kitchen to heat the food up while Zoey watched TV in the living room since she had nothing better to do. The arrest of Crescent Construction’s former boss came on the news. The press had caught Robert being taken into custody on video. Since the c
Zoey could not guarantee whether any other invited alumni remembered the incident. She was better off telling Laurence what had happened before someone else broke it to him. In any case, he had seen her at her worst, so her behavior was nothing new. The man fell silent for a bit before asking, “Did you though?” Zoey was stumped by the question as she hadn’t expected his response. She had wavered between telling and withholding the truth since her reputation in the last few years had sunk deeper down the drain. Most of the time, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to clear the air and defend her side of the story. She merely didn’t have proof. Back in school, Zoey had no money, power, or strong family backing. She had no means to fight against a long-going scheme. She was rendered defenseless. Zoey cocked her head and looked Laurence in the eyes before answering, “I didn’t.” She had never plagiarized someone else’s work. Plagiarism was a severe accusation against a design student
Zoey believed she was only there to be Laurence’s eye candy. The dean had no idea about the black mark on Zoey’s academic record. After learning from Laurence that his wife was a former student in the school of design, the dean called the head of the design school over to exchange pleasantries. The school head still remembered Zoey. He was caught in the moment, staring at her face that had not aged one bit. The school head was in for another surprise when he moved his gaze to Laurence. There was a reason why the school head retained a memory of Zoey despite the influx of students in the school every year. There were few plagiarism cases, to begin with, but hers took the cake. Enrolling in the college wasn’t easy. After all, everybody wanted to get into the top college in Northwell. Most students who were admitted to the college were the best of the best, excelling in knowledge and character. Of course, there was still a possibility that a small number of unethical individuals w
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