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
Laurence scowled in silence for a while before looking deep into Zoey's eyes. He spoke in a flat tone, "Well, they can wait. You need to honor your word even if it's just a verbal agreement." Zoey couldn't reason with him. Being near him for 24 hours was excruciating for her and her child.Laurence glanced at the time. "It's 9:30 am now. You have 8 hours and 30 minutes to go. Do you need my phone to let them know?" Zoey pressed her lips together. "No, thank you." Laurence curled his lips. "You're welcome." Zoey didn't bring her phone with her. Not wanting to be caught in an awkward silence, she sat on the living room sofa and turned on the TV. She flipped between channels, unable to find anything that interested her. The entertainment channel was broadcasting the latest news. She used to sit there, hearing the news reports of his affairs on TV. Laurence had too many flings to count. Maybe there was a number, but Zoey didn't dare to look it up."William Knope of Harborville
Zoey watched two episodes of a soap opera to kill time. She found that watching unrealistic soap operas was a great way to boost her mood. At least, it was better than dealing or interacting with Laurence. The man sat beside her, sinking into the soft sofa. Surprisingly, he could tolerate the nonsensical school-themed soap opera she was watching.Zoey was watching the soap opera intently. Laurence wondered if he should worry about Zoey crushing on the youthful leading man.Among all the topics Laurence could have chosen to discuss, he commented, "The leading man is a newly signed rookie. He comes from money. "He has the right resources to reach stardom quickly. He's been secretly dating a manager in the entertainment industry for two years."Laurence suddenly became talkative, even though he sat indifferently next to Zoey. His legs were crossed, and his hands rested on his lap.Zoey didn't care for what he had to say. Regardless, Laurence pressed on, "He looks innocent, but he'
After Zoey's birthday, her life, which had finally returned to a moment of peace, was disrupted by the show's broadcast.Zoey didn't have much screen time on the reality workplace show. But her brief appearance had everyone talking. She wasn't used to being in the public eye. Her full name was plastered all over the internet, which made her feel less secure.Zoey was traumatized by the negative media attention she received the last few times. It was not a positive experience for her.Her colleague made fun of her. "You're a hit on the internet." Zoey smiled, not taking the remark to heart. She didn't read the online gossip. She feared coming across hate comments that could make her feel like hiding and crying. After all, what was out of sight was out of mind. The TV ratings for the program's second season were higher than the first season. The director had an idea that he knew he shouldn't act on. He suggested to the cameraman to increase Zoey's screen time but to keep her
Lydia couldn't let it go. She believed that she was no less than Zoey. Yet, Zoey always acted like she was better than everyone else."Really?" Lydia smirked and smiled in the direction Zoey left. "I'll be the judge of that." The feud at the workplace could be cruel. Lydia knew she would never have a chance for a promotion if her superior didn't leave. No one enjoyed working at the bottom. Lydia was no exception. She had her sights set on Zoey's position.Not long after Zoey left the restroom, she gave an excuse to leave the welcoming party early. Lydia didn't want to let her off so easily. "Why are you leaving early? Do you have a date?" She clearly had no good intentions. Her words could easily give others the wrong idea. Zoey replied indifferently, "I don't have a date. I'm just tired." "I won't insist you stay then. Go home and get some rest." Lydia smiled and tried to mislead others. "I thought you were going out on a date." She assumed it was with someone important.
Mrs. Scott was stunned. It then occurred to her that she had heard that Zoey had remarried.Her husband was Novarvian. He was good-looking, and his family seemed to be well-off. For some reason, Mrs. Scott could tell that her son was being sarcastic. Laurence must be upset to be speaking that way.Laurence wasn't there to be a driver for his mother. The family chauffeur was behind the wheel. Laurence got a grip on himself and told the chauffeur, "Take my mother home." The chauffeur obeyed Laurence's order without hesitation. He drove the car away.Zoey caught a whiff of the smell of faint tobacco on the man. It wasn't a heavy stench. Still, she turned her face away and tried to keep her distance from him. Laurence ignored her avoidance and asked, "When is your husband coming?" Zoey's mind went blank. She didn't ask Michael to pick her up tonight. Faced with her silence, Laurence said, "Can I get a ride when he arrives?" Zoey couldn't stand the man. "What's wrong with you
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