"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
Laurence left soon after he arrived, befuddling the house staff in Birch Residences. It was already so late, but he chose not to stay the night. He probably abhorred the place now.The next morning, he woke up with a hangover and felt terrible all over. Laurence managed to get to the office on time and handled his work with a splitting headache.His employees worked overtime along with him, with every department busy with tasks. At the same time, gossip spread like wildfire in the secretarial office. Everyone was curious. Several interns chatted among themselves ceaselessly."Miss Chalmers, is Mr. Scott tormenting us at work because of his divorce?" Anne was now a senior staff member in the secretarial office. No longer the clumsy and careless young secretary she was before, she had transformed into a competent lady, capable of bearing responsibilities and working independently. "Did they really get a divorce? But there hasn’t been an official statement yet.""I have a friend of
Zoey wasn’t seriously planning on moving back to Southgrove. Her mother and uncle were still in Northwell. So was her studio and business was slowly picking up. It did not make sense for her to leave Northwell just because she wanted to avoid seeing someone. It wasn't worth it, and she would not act rashly either.Zoey felt sleepy after she ended the call with Rose. She found she wasn't as upset as she thought she'd be after hearing the news about Laurence finding himself new lovers. She didn’t even have the urge to look it up online. When she thought about it, this was what happened to the majority of people. Drifting apart from the person one fancied in their youth was inevitable. It was rare for anyone to have everything go the way they wished.Zoey didn't bother sparing Laurence much thought. She was so tired that she fell asleep in seconds.The next day, Zoey was late for work as she had been so exhausted that she couldn't wake up that morning. She was busy with the Porters proj
"You're not fat." Jason recalled Zoey used to be much chubbier as a child. Even in her adolescence, when girls put a lot of emphasis on looking pretty, she was on the heavier side, very healthy and balanced. She had the right figure then, not too sickly thin, or obese. He found her too thin these days.But Zoey was still wary. "If I don't control myself, I'll get really fat."Jason didn't view being plump as an issue. Being too thin was unhealthy. "You'll look good even if you're plumper,” he reassured.Still, Zoey did not finish the snacks she was munching on. For the past few days, she noticed that she got hungry too quickly and ate again soon after meals. If she did not put a stop to it, she would puff up like a balloon soon enough. That wouldn't do. She still wanted to look good.Jason had made a reservation at a restaurant Zoey liked. The place had a nice view of the city, and one could behold the entire night view through the windows.Zoey had just sat down when she sudden
Zoey was momentarily stunned. Her brows slowly knitted together, and she no longer sounded as cheerful as she had been seconds before. "No." She hurriedly added, "But my monthlies never come on time. I usually have them at the end of the month, and that's more than ten days away." Her hasty explanation sounded like she was trying to cover things up. "Rose, what are you implying?" she asked. As much as she tried to steady her voice, it had an uneasy undertone. She smiled, albeit a very forced smile. "You aren’t assuming I’m pregnant, are you?”Rose hoped she was just overthinking things. "Yes, that must be it. I’m jumping to conclusions too hastily," she thought to herself. Zoey had been married to Laurence for two years, and they never had a child in that time. Could she be so unfortunate to find out that she was pregnant right after their divorce? "No, I was just asking offhandedly. Don't let the thought mess with you," Rose assured."Now that you mention it, there do seem to
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