Michael wasn’t convinced. He started the engine and said, “That gave me a shock. I thought he had hit you.”Zoey said nothing.Michael blabbered like he weren’t a foreigner. He was using this chance to practice the language. “What do you think he meant by that? It feels like he’s up to something, but he still returned Teddy.”He glanced at Zoey in the backseat.Zoey was doubtful, too. “What was it like at the Scott’s? Did anyone pick on you?”A biological father might not hurt his child. However, if anyone else in that family didn’t like the child, they could scheme in secret. Although Teddy was smart, he was no match for sleazy adults.Teddy thought about it and said, “No.”He clung tightly to his mother and curled his fingers around hers. “There was a granny who was very nice and gentle to me. I don’t hate her, Mommy.”Zoey remembered Mrs. Scott. She was a really nice person who never treated her cruelly. She had almost forgotten her. She relaxed a little, but then her heart
His suit was visibly expensive.Sarah looked up at him. She was stunned. Then, she picked up her medical report and thanked him in a low voice. She began walking away, but he called out to her.She turned. Her face was sickly pale, and her gaze was full of bewilderment. If it weren’t for his expensive suit and his watch worth thousands, she wouldn’t even have turned to look at him.She asked, “What is it?”He went straight to the point. “Can I have your number?”Sarah’s eyelids twitched. Her fingers loosened. She got over herself and nodded slightly. “Alright.”He definitely wasn’t just anybody. He wasn’t poor, at least. No ordinary person could afford his expensive clothes, custom shoes, and limited edition watch.Sarah was desperately in need of money. Without Laurence, she was living miserably. She’d been so poor that she had to sell her belongings to survive. All the expensive items in her house were sold off. She was going to hit rock bottom this month.She no longer wante
His assistant rushed over and handed Zoey a black umbrella. It was just the beginning of fall. The rain was incessant, and the entire city was drenched.Zoey did not take it. “I’m good, thanks.”The assistant looked distressed. He wouldn’t know how to inform Laurence of this. He smiled and said, “Look at the storm. It’ll be difficult if you don’t have an umbrella. What if your clothes get wet and you get sick?”Zoey turned and glanced at him through the corner of her eye. She pursed her lips. “Thank you for your concern, but my husband is coming for me.”Michael had gotten his driver’s license two days before and immediately got a car. He would send her home after work or wait for Teddy at the kindergarten. The assistant couldn’t continue bothering her after that. The umbrella became a weight in his hands.Zoey glanced at the time and figured Michael would be there soon. She strode out in her high heels. Not long after, a black G65 appeared in the rain. Michael looked like a shy
Like everyone else, Jared had felt Zoey was in an irreparable situation back then. His last bit of hope crumbled at the funeral happened.Now, a glass door separated him from her. It was like the hustle and bustle around him went silent. He studied her features and wondered if he was dreaming. He felt seeing her in such perfect condition was only possible in a dream.Jared had climbed up the ladder in his career. Five years had passed, and he no longer looked as youthful or innocent. He was the head of his department and had excellent leadership skills.Zoey never thought she would bump into him, either. After losing contact for five years, she blocked out any news associated with the people she used to know."It's been a while," she greeted him.Her gentle voice convinced Jared she was real. He took two slow steps toward her. His movements were cautious. Then, his hand shot forward to pull her into a hug. Jared behaved like the same passionate boy with an unshakeable will he used
Laurence's message instantly ruined Zoey's mood.…The time came in the blink of an eye. Zoey didn't think Laurence would remember his message. When he said he would pick Teddy up later, she assumed he meant 9:00 pm or 10:00 pm. She had just arrived home when her phone rang. Laurence announced, "I'm downstairs. Do you need me to come up?" He spoke with an arrogant tone and acted like he was negotiating. "No." Zoey didn't want him coming upstairs. She didn't want to hand Teddy to him that early. She couldn't calm down, even if it was only for a day. Zoey pursed her lips and huffed. "Didn't you say you'd be here later?"The sky hadn't even darkened. That made him seem a little too eager."Yeah, it's almost 6:00 pm," Laurance said casually.Zoey pressed her lips together.Unlike her, Laurance was extra patient. He didn't hang up, even when they remained silent for a long time. Eventually, he spoke with an unbothered tone. "I'll head up in five minutes."Zoey's fingers tighte
Laurence put aside his emotions as Zoey appeared wary, building up walls of defense against him. She was nervous, uneasy, and drained as if every second of the day was excruciating to her. He ignored her reaction, pretending that she was there of her own accord. All that mattered to him was that she was within his reach."Aren't you hungry? Let's have dinner." The household staff at the villa had prepared dinner in advance, and the rest of the people on the property had been dismissed.Zoey thought she had almost forgotten everything that had happened in the villa. She kept telling herself to forget, but the memory was seared into her mind. Standing there, she felt suffocated by the familiarity that washed over her.She had never met a more challenging person than Laurence. She felt exhausted every time she had to deal with him. "I want to eat at home." Laurence stared calmly at Zoey, his eyes dark and unreadable. He knew why she had asked to have dinner at home—she despised h
The cake in the fridge was still good to eat. Laurence hired a pastry chef to come to his house. Since he was a faster learner, Laurence quickly learned the ropes after briefly observing the pastry chef at work. The first two cakes he made weren't very pretty. They were uneven.By the third cake, he made one that could pass as the cake displayed in pastry shops. The pastry chef was paid a generous amount. She rarely came across people of high social standing, so she felt anxious, and her flattery came off calculated. She said, "Your wife will love it." The man stared at the cake for a long time before asking nonchalantly, "Is it beautiful?" The pastry chef was genuinely impressed by Laurence's baking skills. She gave a nod of approval." You've done a good job. If you don't say, she might not guess that you made it.""I see." Laurence summoned the butler. "Get the chauffeur to drop her home." No one could tell who made the cake, and Laurence would prefer that Zoey didn't fin
Laurence held Zoey close to him, even in a deep sleep. Zoey was sweaty and restless in the middle of the night. She was mumbling in her sleep, and it sounded like she was having a nightmare.Laurence woke up and saw tears streaming down her face. She was trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up. Laurence gently called Zoey's name in her ear, but she didn't respond.Fortunately, her whimpers eventually subsided. The nightmare must have finally left her. Laurence was relieved. He crept out of bed and went to the bathroom to grab a clean towel. He wiped away the cold sweat on her forehead, wondering what she had dreamed about. She didn't really have nightmares in the past. She barely moved when she slept, curling up in his arms. Only during the cold winters would she cling to him for warmth. Zoey was probably afraid of him at the time. Maybe she didn't want him to get the wrong idea. She would always be terrified to wake up in his arms, her face red from sleep or embarrass
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