"I was just wondering why you were suddenly being so kind to me today. Is it so that I feel sorry for her?"Laurence's face turned pale. The reckless, frivolous days of his youth were long gone, and he now rarely resorted to violence to settle matters. He hardly let his fists do the talking, yet, he almost let that dormant side of his win. The irritability almost took over."That's not it."Shawn looked up at Laurence's face, which only screamed hostility. As their gazes collided, he couldn't help but notice the bloodshot veins in his eyes that were impossible to conceal. He was probably still in agony.Only love could cause such torment. Had he hurt someone he didn't love, it wouldn't have brought him pain nor evoked any guilt at all.As dusk crept nearer, the sky gradually deepened.Laurence didn't feel any pain from his wounds. Climbing into his car, he glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror, taking in the image of the utterly disheveled man. His eyes were so bloodsh
Probably in hopes of not making things difficult for Zoey, Jared agreed to the company's request.On weekdays, he would work in Northwell, and every Friday, he would fly back to Southgrove.At the very least, he was a young lad unafraid of the hustle and bustle of life.On the other hand, Zoey didn't feel any newfound relief. Perhaps she had never regarded him as a burden since the beginning.Down in the dumps, Jared packed his luggage reluctantly. Holding his full suitcase, he turned back to look at her. At some point, their collaboration, which initially revolved around money and obligation, had surpassed those boundaries and gradually became something real to him."Will you miss me?" asked Jared.Zoey pondered for a moment before speaking honestly, "I will."Afraid that he wouldn't believe her, she repeated her words. Despite the soft volume, they echoed in his ears. "Jared Peyton, I will miss you."In fact, Zoey was not hesitant when it came to expressing her love. She was
Zoey was fairly content with her life the way it was currently. Truth be told, peace was all she longed for.The sight of Laurence no longer elicited a dreadful reaction from her. It could be that, as she read online, she was gradually becoming desensitized. The more they met, the easier it was for her to let go, little by little.What could he say to her? At worst, it would just be more threats.She was now unaffected by his threats.But reality didn't seem to point toward that.He held her wrist tightly. Each word he uttered seemed to be a struggle as he spoke slowly and deliberately at a snail's pace. Although his tone conveyed composure, his voice lacked any semblance of peace. "I want to say it."He released her wrist and slowly raised his hand to her face, gently resting it against her cheek. His fingertips were cool to the touch, and the freezing sensation sent a chill down her spine. His thumb lingered on her face for a good while.His eyes were fixated on her; the emo
When it came to certain things, time couldn't mend the scars even if the topic remained untouched.Zoey could perceive no significance in bringing this up now. It had been so long. What difference would it make to know the truth now?It wouldn't magically undo the past.Ironically, his words only served to refresh her memory of the incident, including his repeated attempts at humiliating her."I ..."Faced with her resistance, he felt his throat grow tickly. However, before he could speak, he got coldly interrupted."Stop saying such meaningless things." Zoey fought to keep her cool, her voice trembling. "I don't want to hear it."Back then, Laurence had refused to listen to her explanation.Now, she didn't want to hear his.It was no different.A gust of spring breeze blew past, and the weather changed in the blink of an eye.The sun quietly set, welcoming the gray sky and dense fog. It looked as though it would rain soon.Without warning, thunder rumbled ominously overhea
Laurence returned to the hotel to take a shower and change into clean clothes.It was already noon, but the rain didn't look like it would stop anytime soon.Although he had always been in good health, he felt dizziness strike him after the shower. Maybe it was the early symptoms of a cold, he thought, making him feel light-headed like this.A nap should be just what he needed right now. His eyes were terrifyingly bloodshot from staying up all night. Rubbing his temples, he forced himself to buck up.The messages he sent seemed to have vanished without a trace. None of them got him a response.He found himself clicking open their chat half a dozen times per minute. He didn't receive a single reply—not a single word, not even a random letter.Scrolling through the chatroom to see the conversation that had long ceased, Laurence could feel a sharp pain comparable with a severed artery. It was an intense, piercing pain.His pain perception was seemingly delayed. He wasn't dense when
Laurence's sudden interrogation caught Sarah off guard, leaving her at a loss for words.In all honesty, the fear of being exposed had long settled in when she learned that Shawn had managed to recall the past. She was afraid that he would reveal the truth to Laurence.Initially, it deeply troubled her, but the unease gradually subsided as time passed. In fact, she had nearly forgotten about it altogether. Given the tension between him and Laurence as arch-enemies, she thought he would never leak a word.For Laurence to suddenly bring this matter up now of all times, she knew the only reason was that Shawn had told him.By instinct, she tried to defend herself. However, looking up to meet the man's dark eyes seemed to lodge her entire argument in her throat like an extinguished flame.Right now, she could barely string together the words to explain herself.Time and time again, she had done too many wrongs and sought forgiveness through "it wasn't on purpose."She had lost cou
In recent days, Jasmine found herself deeply troubled by the company's operations. The impact of payment delays on several of their projects came as a terrible surprise. After all the trouble of using connections to secure a convenient deal with the resettlement housing program, the plans suddenly fell through for no apparent reason.Only with this project would the company have something to work on for the second half of the year.She was just feeling relieved that the funds could be turned around when she received a call nixing the agreement. Since they had yet to sign the contract, there was no legal issue with pulling out. Jasmine gripped her phone tightly. Presently, she dared not lose her temper and could only grovel softly, "Did something go wrong? Or could there be something about us you're dissatisfied with? How about this, Mrs. Sullivan, I'll treat you to a meal once I return to Northwell, and we can discuss it in person."Mrs. Sullivan had quite an influential figure
Laurence rarely lost control and unleashed his emotions like this.Mrs. Scott felt a deep sadness witnessing him in such a state, yet she understood that anything she said now would be futile.It was as they said—one could never attend to both ends. You couldn't have your cake and eat it too.In the past, he had gone to extremes. Otherwise, things wouldn't have turned out this way.Perhaps it was due to his ailment that Laurence let slip this vulnerable side in front of his family. Very soon, he pulled himself back from the brink of losing control. He took a deep breath in an attempt to rearrange his emotions and said, "I'm going upstairs."He felt overcome with dizziness. He had definitely seen way better days.Back in his room, he took a shower and collapsed onto his bed after drying his hair with a towel. He shut his fatigued eyes when his phone on the bedside table rang, but he didn't bother looking at it, uninterested in who was calling.The next day, he woke up with a heav