"Clarice, don't think you can display your power in front of me just because you're leaning against a big tree; you'll learn a lesson!" Roberto heard Samanta, and his expression became dark and unfathomable. The three left the restaurant and found one nearby. Upon entering, a strong spicy fragrance assaulted their noses, stimulating their taste buds. Alice swallowed saliva and said with deep emotion, "As expected, my life is only suitable for eating in places like this; even someone very advanced would be unable to digest it." "Don't worry, next time I take you to a Western restaurant, I'll make sure you have a high-class meal," Clarice said. "Miss Alice, do you like Western cuisine?" Edward asked as he listened to the conversation. "In fact, I've never eaten anything of particularly high quality, so I wanted to try," Alice scratched her head in embarrassment. After hearing this, Edward smiled and nodded as if he understood. "The restaurant you went to today has a normal taste, b
"You... What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?""Don't worry, I have a minor heart issue, a family inheritance," he spoke and laughed. "But, would you mind fetching it for me? I can't drive and get the medicine." As Edward said this, the car began to slow down.Clarice didn't dare to delay and immediately reached into his casual attire.She fumbled for a while, feeling only a warm sensation in her hand, warm and comforting. Her hand moved slightly downward, and as expected, found the inner pocket. Reaching in, she found the small bottle and took it out."It's one, right?" She asked from memory."Yes." Edward had parked the car on the side of the road, picked up the water glass placed on the dashboard, and Clarice handed him a pill, watching him take it.After taking the pill and resting for a bit, Clarice asked carefully."Your heart isn't well, is it?""Congenital, untreatable." A bitter smile crossed Edward's face. "I didn't scare you just now, did I?""No." Clarice shook her head, h
"What did you say?" Clarice didn't expect him to say those words and was immediately stunned. The joke had been a bit too much, considering they had only known each other for a few days, and they had saved each other's lives. However, that didn't mean they could become a couple and have a happy life. Yet, when she looked at Edward's face, his expression was extremely serious; he didn't seem to be joking. "Clarice, I am a very wealthy man who never thought about getting married, and the probability of me having a child is very low because I can't do anything that involves strength, if you know what I mean. I am offering you the possibility to give your child a father, and he can even live as an heir; that's my proposal." "Edward, I'm sorry, but I'm not looking for money because that was never what my mother sought. If you think you can go around buying a woman and child, I'm sorry, but we are not for sale!" Clarice spoke seriously; she would never sell herself for money. "Clari, ple
Clarice initially received a notice from Luna, thinking that he would return for dinner, so she prepared many dishes to wait for him. As a result, when she was waiting on the sofa, she accidentally fell asleep because she was very tired from the pregnancy. When Nicholas returned home, he saw Clarice lying on the sofa, deeply asleep. He slowed down and walked to her side, crouching down. His gaze fell gently on her peacefully sleeping face. She was sleeping, and her breathing was regular. She looked gentle and calm, her beautiful large eyes now closing softly, and her long eyelashes covered her lower eyelids. In the light's reflection, they formed a curved shadow, like the wings of a butterfly. Her closed lips still had a trace of stubbornness that belonged exclusively to her. Her lips were rosy and rich, like unpicked peach blossoms on a tree. They were tempting and delicious. He reached out and used his slender fingers to gently push aside the messy hair on her forehead. The tips o
When Clarice woke up, she found herself lying in that familiar bed, and the man beside her had already disappeared. Thinking about the scene from the previous night, she still felt terrified, so she quickly changed clothes and went downstairs. When she rushed to the kitchen, she saw a chaotic mess inside that looked like a battlefield. Last night, he was so wild, almost wanting to devour her alive. If it weren't for the fact that she finally lost consciousness due to exhaustion, he wouldn't have let her go that night. Squatting down, she wanted to pick up the debris on the floor, but a wave of pain came from her abdomen. Covering her stomach with her hands, she slowly stood up and walked to the dining room; she wanted to sit on the sofa and alleviate the pain. However, she soon discovered that the pain didn't subside. Instead, it became increasingly severe. What was happening? She wiped the sweat from her forehead and suddenly thought of the chaotic battle with Nicholas last night.
Clarice looked at him, confused, her face full of question marks. "The more people misunderstand that you are my woman, the more likely it is for you to marry me," Edward said. "But now, you must be tired, so lie down and rest; I won't bother you anymore." Edward then turned ready to leave. "Wait a moment," Clarice stopped him. "What's wrong?" Edward turned his head and asked. "Nothing, I just have one question for you." "Alright, you can ask anything; I'm an open book." "I just wanted to know why you chose me out of all the women available to you." "So, that's what you want to know." Edward smiled, looking at her. "These conditions you presented are very good for me and could solve almost all my urgent needs. However, because the conditions are so good, I feel a bit uncomfortable. I need to know the reason you chose me." Clarice spoke with sincere tone. "You're being honest." Edward laughed, then regained his serious expression. "You want to know why I chose you, so I'll tell
Clarice stayed in the hospital for a week, and during that time, neither Nicholas nor Edward reached out to her again. When she was discharged from the hospital and returned to work at Nicholas's mansion, she discovered that a thin layer of dust had accumulated inside the house during her absence. It didn't look like anyone had lived here before. She went up to the bedroom; the bed was slightly disheveled, as if someone had slept there recently. It seemed like he hadn't really returned to the mansion while she was in the hospital. She turned around and went downstairs; the mess in the kitchen was still on the floor, but she was fortunate. Clarice looked at the mess in front of her and sighed. As the doctor had warned her before, she was at risk for the first three months and needed to be careful in everything she did. She couldn't overexert herself, let alone engage in manual labor. So, when she was cleaning, she paid special attention, working for half an ho
Two months had passed since then, and everyone gathered at the grandfather's mansion of the Murray family for a grand celebration. The wedding between the eldest son of the Murray family and the Armani family had shaken the entire high society. All the famous people from the country and abroad had come together, turning the city of Los Angeles into a frenzy. The three streets outside the mansion were filled with media reporters eagerly waiting with cameras of short and long range, poised to capture anything. Two young millionaires, who had always been discreet, now dominated the headlines with this marriage, even though everyone knew that the perfect match for Nicholas was Mary, just as for her, Nicholas was the perfect guy on the same level. Despite the ceremony being more discreet, Nicholas returned to the room to change clothes and prepare for the reception when Luna entered with a worried look. "President, I have bad news." Upon hearing this, Nich