Zoey had never been on a date even at her age so she felt nervous at the thought of it. Anne finally had some time after examining the contracts.She pulled a chair and sat beside Zoey, saying, “Miss Jenner, I really feel that Mr. Scott’s mood has greatly improved since you returned.”Zoey felt that she was exaggerating and being polite so she played dumb, and said, “Is that so? Maybe I’m a bit dull.” Anne nodded her head with assurance. “Yeah! This morning’s meeting was like a breath of fresh air.”Zoey was not present for the meeting so she did not know. However, she wasn’t interested in this.Instead, she looked at Anne and asked, “How old are you?”Anne replied, “22.”She had just recently graduated with a first-class from 985 University, beating hundreds of other applicants to get this job. Zoey was not much older than her.She grabbed her hand and asked, “Have you dated anyone before?”“Of course!”“So what do you and your boyfriend do on dates?”“We eat and go shopping.”“Oh.”
She should make the high and mighty Laurence Scott fall on his face. Especially what he said when persuading Zoey to get the surgery; he was ruthless and vile beyond words. Although everything he said was the truth, it was unsympathetic at the same time as if he was somewhat superior, weighing the advantages and disadvantages in every sentence.He thought of everything, but he never considered Zoey’s feelings nor did he care if she was upset. Zoey smiled bitterly as she knew Laurence would never put others above himself. Besides, he would never fall in love with her. Those were his own words. Zoey stared at the shadows outside the car, and asked solemnly, “Arielle, am I acting cheap?”Arielle replied, “Of course not. From Laurence's perspective, he just doesn’t love you. But you’ve liked him for so many years, it’s not something that can change overnight. Don’t think of yourself as cheap. Just treat it like a transaction as he does.”Zoey fell silent. “Laurence is nice to me most of
Zoey's fingertips were red from the cold. She didn't know if it was the freezing air or the chilly breeze, but her hands were shaking slightly. It was as if her wrist had become dislocated, and she couldn't hold her phone properly. Her vision became blurry, and she felt utterly miserable. Her heart felt like a void. The speakers near the ceiling were still blaring out a reminder."The performance is about to begin. Would the audience please enter the venue in an orderly manner."Zoey quickly snapped back to reality and replied Laurence sensibly, "Okay. It's okay. Do what you have to do."She felt as if she had used up all her energy typing those few words. Zoey switched her phone off and gripped the tickets as she walked toward the entrance. Being alone was no big deal. His not showing up was no big deal either. Laurence was always busy, and it was no surprise that he couldn't make time at short notice. Zoey kept consoling herself, telling herself that it was no big deal. It was no big
In fact, he thought he was quite smitten with Zoey. She really was his type. Tristan didn't have much of an impression of Zoey at first. He only remembered her as a quiet and reserved girl. However, there were some complicated rumors about her. Shawn had mentioned that she sold herself and frowned as he called her filthy. Even people like him who indulged in debauchery were picky.The actress held Tristan's arm tightly and said coquettishly, "Mr. Gray, it's so cold outside. Let's get in the car."Tristan's patience was at its limit. He looked at her hand with displeasure and said, "Let go."She was reluctant, but she dared not disobey him. Tristan's mood was always unpredictable. One moment, he could smile at her cheerfully, but the next moment, he could treat her like a stranger. Tristan asked her to take a cab home by herself. Ignoring her dismay, he walked off in Zoey's direction. Zoey felt a shadow come over her."Ms. Jenner."She looked up and said plainly, "Mr. Gray."Tristan sel
Zoey didn’t return home even though she was a little exhausted.Hailing a cab, she absentmindedly gave the driver an address. It wasn’t that late yet and businesses were open an hour later during the weekends.Her heels had been rubbed sore; the skin on the area had blistered and bled. She took off her high heels and walked barefoot down the street, not feeling any particular discomfort other than from the chill.Finding a café, she randomly ordered a drink and sat inside for about half an hour.She requested a hair tie from a café staff and tied up her damp hair, exposing her clear and delicate face. Her red lips contrasted starkly against her fair skin.She sat in the café right until its closing time before she put her shoes back on, getting ready to leave.Laurence called her. She stared at her lit phone screen and waited until the call ended on its own, not making any move to answer it.As expected, he didn’t call her again.She wasn’t putting on airs, nor did she think La
That being said, Laurence didn’t enjoy the feeling that he didn’t have Zoey fully under his control.He had an extraordinary urge to control her compared to others, and he didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.All men had such tendencies after all, and he was no exception.“Did you go alone?” Laurence asked casually as he looked at her.Zoey felt slightly embarrassed to merely nod her head yes as it would seem as though no one was interested in her and that she didn’t have any close relationships with anyone aside from him.She didn’t want herself to appear so pitiful, as she still wanted to protect whatever was left of her dignity.She turned to face him and lied with a straight face. “I called one of my friends.”Laurence cocked a brow but didn’t respond.To make her lie more believable, Zoey continued, “These tickets are quite hard to get, so I couldn’t just use one and let the other go to waste. I asked her to join me since she also happened to like the musical.
Laurence had a point—he was Zoey’s superior at their workplace so when it came to work matters, whatever he said, goes. Outside of work, they had a sexless and loveless contractual marriage, and he was also the one with a better heritage, so the same applied as well.Zoey wasn’t able to object or refuse him.Her hands and feet were especially cold, so cold that her body shivered.“You’re right, Mr. Scott.” She nodded and then continued indifferently, “Yes, I did have a date with another man. I won’t do it again if it isn’t permitted.”Laurence really hated whenever she put on a cavalier attitude. “I’m not a philanthropist, Zoey.”She merely nodded to show she understood.Laurence was a cold and emotionless capitalist who always had his reasons for doing things; he wasn’t one to let others be happy if he wasn’t.Zoey initially thought he would be in a better mood as it was Sarah’s birthday today but it looked like that wasn’t the case. He was the one who hadn’t kept their appoin
Sometimes, Zoey really hated herself for having such a weak immune system. Her walk in the rain had led to her catching a fever. She had a fitful sleep ridden with nightmares. Her temperature also ran so high that she was sweating in her sleep.Drenched in sweat, she was so warm that she tried to kick the warm comforter off herself. However, her attempts proved futile as someone held her down. Struggle as she might, she remained tightly tucked in the comforter.It got to the point where she got really uncomfortable. “It’s too warm,” she murmured in her sleep.Someone beside her said something, but she failed to catch it.She quickly succumbed to her dreams again.When Zoey woke up the next morning, she felt clammy all over as she had sweat quite a fair bit over the night. It wasn’t the most pleasant feeling but, on the bright side, she felt a lot less dizzy, and her head didn’t hurt as much as it did anymore.Laurence, who was up earlier than her, was already dressed for work. He was