The three-month notice for divorce was a new regulation. Getting a divorce was really quite troublesome. Even so, Zoey didn't mind the trouble because she couldn't stand being with Laurence for a second longer. Jason nodded and said, "I'll send someone with you tomorrow." Zoey shook her head and waved away the offer, "It's not worth the trouble." Jason did not insist but asked, "Can you handle him?" Zoey didn't know how to answer him because it would be useless even if she brought someone with her. Nobody could handle Laurence because he was way too tough. The hard way never worked on him, and everything depended on his mood. He did as he pleased according to his whim and could get angry at any moment. His bad temper was hard to predict. But who gave him the right to go back on his word now when he had forced her to abide by the terms of the contract last time? It was unreasonable. He should be ashamed for not keeping his promise.If Laurence had dragged their marriage on and
Zoey was worried he wouldn't know the flow of events, so she explained it clearly. She had even planned out what to do if Laurence disagreed. She rambled on with her head lowered, not looking at him. Laurence's body was stiff as if his blood was turning to ice. He interrupted her, "Your uncle is no saint."Zoey fell silent. Laurence couldn't explain the animosity he felt towards Jason. He didn't know if it was because of what he had done to Sarah or the envy Laurence harbored in his heart. He would make use of the chance to satisfy his own selfish needs. "He only brought his gang of men to pose threats this time, but what if he does something next time? What if he commits rape, records it, and spreads it around?" Laurence questioned calmly.Zoey looked up slowly, her gaze pure and innocent. "So, should I be thanking you for not killing my uncle?" "That's not what I meant." Laurence gazed at her pale face and took a step closer to her. She retreated as he stopped before her. "But
Zoey had done more research into the divorce than Laurence had, so she said, "You have to sign it in person." She felt relieved hearing Laurence give in because she had been so afraid that he wasn't done venting his anger on her and wanted to keep holding on to her to torment her longer. It seemed like he had chosen to let her go and let himself go. They should never have tormented each other this way from the beginning. What good would it do for them to be the end of each other?Zoey's attitude towards him improved because of what he said. She finally didn't have to be so frigid and defensive towards him like an enemy, and she tried discussing matters with him nicely. "I'm sure you can find some time tomorrow. How about I discuss all the details with Mr. Croft, and you show up at the Civil Affairs Bureau to sign the papers?" She tried her best to please him since it was the last time she’d have to. She pursed her lips and continued, "I'm sure you can trust Mr. Croft. He's a very
The divorce papers were separated into a set for each of them. Zoey went to the marital affairs department with hers and handed them to the clerk. The clerk glanced at Mr. Croft and said, "Is he your husband?" Zoey was nonplussed and answered truthfully, "No. He's my husband's lawyer." The clerk frowned and couldn't understand why the other party hadn't shown up for something as important as a divorce. Her workload was heavy, and she couldn't help being short-tempered. She got even more frustrated when something like this happened. "Please call your husband and ask him to be present. You can't get married alone. The same goes for a divorce," she said. Zoey already expected this because she had done some research online. She had thought that since Mr. Croft hadn't pointed it out, perhaps it wasn't mandatory for Laurence to be present. "I'll contact him right away," said Zoey. "Next."Zoey walked into the corridor to call Laurence. Before dialing his number, she looked at Mr
"Uncle Jason, shouldn't you be at the hospital? Why are you here?" Zoey asked as she jogged towards them, frowning as she examined her uncle worriedly. Looking at him up close, his complexion didn't look too well because he hadn't recovered from his injury. He had undergone surgery, after all, which was very taxing on his health."I was able to get out of bed today, and I was worried he would bully you, so I came over to check on you," he said. Zoey shook her head and said, "He didn't bully me today. We've just finished the procedure." Since it was over, Zoey didn't want to bring it up anymore. She held Jason's hand, anxiously pulling him into the car. "Let's go back to the hospital. How could you be so careless about your health?"Jason got pushed inside the car compliantly, but when the door closed, he looked out into the distance. Laurence was standing under an elm tree, watching them in silence. Right then, he was reticent and stood motionlessly. It was a rare occasion where he
Jason's suspicions slowly faded as he watched Zoey’s expression. She put aside the pasta and ate some vegetables. She was feeling better and less nauseous than before. Without noticing, she finished her lunch with no leftovers. After finishing his own food, Jason asked, "When are you planning to move? Do you need my help?" Zoey seriously contemplated the offer and shook her head, saying, "I don't have much stuff. I can just take a taxi." Henry spoke up suddenly, "I drove today. I'll go with you later."Jason gave Henry a hard stare, seemingly sensing something in the air. Before Zoey could answer, he interjected, "That sounds okay too. Get going earlier in the afternoon."Zoey nodded and agrreed, "Oh, okay." Jason still needed a checkup in the afternoon and get his wound rebandaged. Zoey watched her uncle being wheeled into the checkup room before leaving with Henry. Henry's car was parked outside the hospital. Zoey opened the door to the backset, changed her mind and circled
"Why are you still standing there?" Laurence didn't seem to have much patience left, as if he was in a hurry to erase the bad memories. The housekeeper could only do as she was told as it was obvious her master was in a bad mood. The servants were deathly silent, not daring to make a single sound. They went upstairs and packed up all of Zoey's clothes. Countless pieces of designer clothing had been sent to the house every season. The clothes alone filled more than ten huge boxes, excluding the branded luxury handbags. The servants thought it was a pity throwing everything out. Besides, Zoey would probably get upset when she returned and found the wardrobe empty. "Should we really throw everything away? What if Mr. Scott's just saying this while he’s in a bad mood?" "I don't think Mr. Scott is being impulsive." Although the housekeeper didn't know exactly what was going on, she more or less guessed Laurence's thoughts from years of observing his moods. "Miss Zoey won't be coming
Laurence swiped the entertainment news page away, but the picture was branded on his mind. He couldn't brush it off. He shut off his phone and turned to return to the room, shutting out the moonlight. He tossed his phone onto the bed, overwhelmed with an indescribable sense of exhaustion. Laurence had always been in control, but nothing had gone his way in the past two days. He felt distracted at work too. He sat against the headboard with the divorce papers resting on the bedside table under the dim light. He hadn't read it thoroughly in the morning but had time now. He scanned every word in the document. His sore eyes felt even more tired. Laurence gripped the papers so hard that the skin over his knuckles went white. He locked the papers in the bedside drawer to get them out of sight. When he first met Zoey, he had never thought this day would come. The ending he had pictured was supposed to be peaceful and consensual, but in reality, he hadn't been calm at all. Love was uncontr
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