Noticing the awkwardness in the air, Queenie asked, “Mom, Brother, what’s wrong? Did you guys argue?” John reached out to her. “I’ll carry Caprice.” His other hand continued to hold onto Sherry’s hand. Queenie did not want to leave her adorable niece, but she let go anyway. John then glanced at Aunt Wanda. “Aunt Wanda, after they are done packing, send the luggage to my car.” Aunt Wanda nodded. “Okay.” John turned around and left with Caprice and Sherry. Madam Stockton said heavily, “It’s my fault! Okay?!” John stopped. Madam Stockton noticed the pause and immediately rushed to the front to explain, “Don’t leave. Sherry doesn't need to leave anymore. I won’t chase her away again. Is that okay?” John’s gaze softened. He looked at Sherry. “Do you want to stay or leave?” Madam Stockton looked at Sherry as well. Sherry pursed her lips as she found herself at a crossroads. Of course, she wanted to leave the nonsense behind and live with Caprice in a quiet place, bu
She thought he hated her. If so, why would he treat her like this? Was it because she became his wife? Then, she realized he was still holding her hand. She tugged it and said in a small voice, “No one is here anymore. You can let go of my hand now.” John looked down at her hand. He loosened his grip but did not fully release her. He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. The ticklish feeling caused Sherry to pull her hand back immediately. John curved his lips. “Soft hands.” Sherry playfully glared at him. “Sure, my hands are soft compared to yours.” The moment her words subsided, she felt a warm sensation across her face as he stroked her face. Sherry widened her eyes at him. The man curved his lips wider into an enchanting smile and said, “Indeed, they're quite soft.” Sherry was left speechless. She choked on her embarrassment. Out of instinct, she raised her hand and moved towards his face. To her surprise, he did not move or dodge. Her hand touched h
Julie’s eyes gleamed but she said, “Mother, please calm down. That’s not what Queenie meant.” Madam Stockton was furious. “If that’s not what she means, then what does it mean? She’s like her brother. They've been enchanted by that woman!” Queenie furrowed her brows. She was not here to argue with her mother. She was here to try to explain the situation. Sherry came back after all these years, and her brother finally regained his smile, so she really hoped that nothing would happen to the family again. She took a deep breath and sat down beside her mother. She held her mother’s hand and said, “Mom, I know I’m not smart, but Brother is a smart man. How could he be enchanted by Sherry that easily?” It was the first time Madam Stockton heard her daughter comforting her. The surprise somehow calmed her down. Queenie noticed her mother calming down, so she continued, “Mom, Brother and Sherry are already married, so just stop trying to break them up. Okay?” Madam Stockton frown
Sherry rolled her eyes and immediately jabbed her legs in John’s direction. “Get off the bed!” John took the full brunt of the blow as he did not see it coming. Despite that, he remained on the bed, barely budged from the blow. Sherry tried to kick him again. That was a mistake. As soon as she kicked her legs out, John grabbed her by the ankles. She glared at him and screamed, "Let go!" She suddenly realized that her extended leg was hovering over Caprice's body. It was a difficult position to be in because if she made any further sudden movements, she might accidentally hurt Caprice. John scoffed and suddenly drew his hands up her ankles and held her by her entire calf, his cold fingers grazed over the soles of her foot which made her shudder. Sherry shivered from the touch and tried to jerk her feet back without hurting Caprice in the process. She was not strong enough to overpower John. John seemed to be humored by the situation they found themselves in
Sherry screwed her brows together in frustration. "You’re the one who got tangled up with me first! We wouldn’t fall if you didn’t do that in the first place!’ “So you’re saying that you’re the one who caused us to fall.” Sherry was in no mood for this childish bickering, especially when they were still lying on the cold hard ground. She asked snappily, “What do you want?” John stated curtly, “You have to compensate for the emotional damage you’ve caused me.” Sherry rolled her eyes. She was the one who nearly had the wind knocked out of her, and yet this man was the one who was going to demand her to make things right with him for the emotional damage she caused? What choice did she have? This was his territory, so she could not have her way. There was no use trying to speak some sense into him. She had to make some compromises to get this over with for good. “State a number, how much do you want from me?” John scoffed. “Do you think I need money?” Sherry
What? Sherry did a double-take and looked sharply at John. John made sure to avoid her gaze as he proceeded to take Caprice in his arms and walked out of the room. Sherry felt like she was going to hyperventilate from the sheer rage she felt. If Caprice was not here, she was going to send John to the gates of hell! … After breakfast, John took Caprice to the office. Sherry had to work as well so they dropped her off at an office tower on the way to the Stockton Tower. They rented a unit in the office tower to serve as a temporary office for Sherry. The main reason for her return to Glanchester was to reunite with Caprice, but aside from that, she was also entrusted with the task of overseeing the collaboration between the Sager Corporation and Stockton Corporation. Even though John was endlessly a thorn in her side when it came to Caprice, he did not let it get in the way of their professional liaisons. When Sherry arrived at their office, one of her emplo
Sherry was taken aback by this request. She walked up to Carl and clapped her hands against his, producing a clear smack, then she said sincerely, "Send me a message when you get home. I have other errands to get to, I won't be sending you off." With that, she walked past him. Carl grimaced and sighed. "What a heartless woman." Sherry ignored him and continued pressing forward. She had only taken several steps when she noticed two figures approaching her. One was a tall man in a white shirt. In his arm was Caprice. She was scanning her surroundings with childlike curiosity and the moment she noticed Sherry approaching, she cried out at the top of her voice, “Mommy!” Sherry lit up the moment she saw Caprice. She hurriedly walked up to them and promptly took Caprice from John’s arm while asking, "What brought you two here?” John smiled and mentioned, "Caprice said she missed you, so I figured I’d bring her over to see you." Midway through his sentence, he darte
Sherry turned to John. “Hey, hand me the mirror in my bag." Instead of retrieving her bag for her, John extracted a neatly folded gray handkerchief from his pocket. “Come closer,” he said. It looked like he wanted to wipe her mouth for her. Sherry hesitated but still ended up leaning toward him. Moments before the handkerchief grazed against her lips, John quickly withdrew it and brought his lips toward hers instead. Immediately after that, Sherry felt a warm sensation around her lips. He kissed her. Sherry was bewildered by this. John sat back and tucked the handkerchief back into his pocket, then he folded his arms across her chest, and leaned against the back of the seat. It looked like he was very satisfied with the maneuver he had just pulled. It took a long time for Sherry to recompose herself. She turned to John with her cheeks still flushing red. “You b*stard, I thought you were going to wipe my mouth for me, why did you kiss me?" John glanced a
She was her usual self in every aspect. She put her heart into her job and never started trouble so long as nobody tried to start trouble with her. The crew cycled through their locations during their shoot. The constant travel made her skin break out slightly, but there were no other concerns otherwise. The shoot progressed very smoothly and within three months, they managed to wrap up everything at the mountainous region previously mentioned. It was nearly evening when they wrapped up the shoot. Holding a bouquet in hand, she took a group picture with the crew and celebrated with everyone. After that, she planned to hitch a ride with another crew member and leave for home. To their demise, some men in uniform who claimed to be the road maintenance technicians showed up to break the bad news to them. They mentioned that they had to repair some of the roads urgently and so the way home was temporarily obstructed. The director took his phone and called the city hotline fo
He remembered his first meeting with Isabel. She was sitting all by herself on the floor, in the middle of nowhere. Her vulnerable expression only made her more endearing. So, he managed to get her to go to his place and installed her in his home. He fell for her and paid careful attention to all her needs. It did not take long before Isabel caught feelings for him as well. The two of them got together in no time. Their days were plain and ordinary, but also very fulfilling, that was until he met Clarice. With the help of his father, his power struggle with Roland had reached a tipping point. It was at that opportune moment when Clarice’s father saw something in Roland and planned to wed his daughter Clarice to him to join up their families, which was a cause for alarm for Decker. He stressed over it for an entire night before approaching Clarice himself the very next day. Clarice quickly caught feelings for him as well. Furthermore, Roland had been foolish enough to reject
Decker was smiling quite earnestly at Isabel. Isabel threw a deeply suspicious look at him, then she glanced at the stack of documents laid out on top of the table in front of her. “Transferal of Shares.” She was dumbfounded. "I've gone through the contract, it’s safe to sign so go ahead.” Roland picked up a pen and handed it to her. "Roland, I..." "Sign it first, I’ll explain when we get home.” Isabel frowned and tried to protest. "I—" "Don't make me have to beg." Isabel did not know how to respond. Fine. She briefly scanned through the contract. The contract stated Decker’s agreement to transfer the remaining forty percent of his shares in Rockwell Corporation to her. Roland must have talked to the shareholders of Rockwell Corporation about this as well. They all regarded Isabel with polite smiles. Isabel had flipped through the final page of the document. She signed her name on one of the marked-out sections. She proceeded to sign all thr
They ended the call shortly after that. Isabel glanced at Martha and was hesitating if she should break the news right away. Martha seemed to have sensed her staring and suddenly turned to her with a flash of concern. "Isabel, what's wrong?" Isabel took a deep breath and broke the news. "Auntie, Master Rockwell just passed away." Martha's eyes widened. After a lengthy silence that lasted more than ten seconds, she started to break out in tears. She covered her face with her hands and expressed amid bouts of tears mixed with laughter, “Wonderful! About time! I hope he enjoys life in the underworld. God knows that someone like him will never deserve a spot in heaven!” Isabel did not know whether she should celebrate with Martha or console her. Soon, Martha began to collect herself. She briefly wiped away her tears and joyfully took Isabel's hand. "Isabel, let’s go shopping! I’m in such a good mood today, I’m going to go on a shopping spree!” "Okay. But Roland w
Isabel held onto Roland's hand firmly during the entire drive home after leaving the hospital. It was because Roland’s hands were cold and rigid. Isabel sat with him and tirelessly rubbed his hand to keep them warm. After one hand was warm, she would shift her attention to the other. By the time she managed to warm the other hand, the original hand would turn cold again. She decided it was easier to take both of his hands and caress them with the warmth of her palms. Roland looked at her with a gentle glow deep within his eyes. “Thank you, Isabel,” he said softly. Thank you for loving him, and for sticking by his side all this time despite circumstances. Isabel smiled. “I’m just warming your hands, it's no big deal. Still, you’re welcome." Roland smiled faintly and left it at that. Soon, his hands began to warm up off of the heat of Isabel’s palms. When Isabel felt that his hands were no longer freezing, she prepared to pull her hand away. That was when
Decker looked nothing like his usual self. The pompous, arrogant man who held himself far above others and who expected everyone around him to kiss up to him because he was superior to them all. It was as if he had been plunged not only to Earth but a pile of swamp. He had completely lost his usual grace. Isabel said crossly, "Decker, have you gone mental? Is everything going on too much for you?” “Yeah, could you help me?” he said with a coy smile, “Just one hug should be enough to take care of it all.” Isabel rolled her eyes. Without warning, he suddenly braced himself and lunged right at Isabel, stepping past Brandon who was caught off guard by this sudden attack. Isabel barely had time to react. Just when it seemed like his hand was about to graze Isabel, a long pair of arms seized Isabel from behind and jerked her backward. It was swiftly followed by a long, muscular leg shooting outward right next to Isabel. Thump! Decker was kicked to the ground.
"How did you and Roland meet?" Decker suddenly asked. Isabel turned away, fully intent on ignoring him. "Did you meet each other at Carter Corporation? Or did you meet him outside of work and gradually fell in love with him, then you decided to set him up with a position at Carter Corporation?” What did he mean by that? Was he insinuating that Roland was relying on her to snake his way into Carter Corporation? She threw a sideways, belittling look at him. "Do you think Roland is anything like you? He wouldn’t latch on another woman to further his goals.” Decker was not upset by this as he continued with a smug smile. "Oh? Then how did he get into Carter Corporation?" “He proved his worth.” Isabel realized that she had been roped in by Decker again. Nevertheless, she continued, “He passed the interviews himself. I was one of the interviewers and initially planned to dismiss him, but he managed to leave a very good impression on my father and the rest was history.” "
"I never meant to kill him! Roland, you have to believe me. Why would I still try to deceive you when I’m in this state?” “In that case, you can go ahead and explain things to him in the afterlife.” Master Rockwell was taken aback by this, his demeanor tightened. "You...you..." Roland looked at him calmly. "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. It was Grandma and my parents who raised me. They instilled morals and virtue into me and made sure I’d grow into a decent man.” Master Rockwell was briefly relieved to hear this, but before he could rid himself of his trepidation, Roland continued in a dark voice, "But I won’t forget about you and Decker bribing all those media outlets to defame Isabel. I know you manipulated the stock prices to try to kick me out of the corporation. I’ll make sure to settle our score through the legal system.” If convicted guilty, they would have to rot in prison. “Roland… listen to me, Roland. Decker is your uncle. If you want revenge, you can come
Master Rockwell must have heard their shifting movements and opened his eyes. When he recognized the faces of Roland and Isabel, there was a brief glow in his murky eyes. He motioned to the nurse to have her help him sit up from the bed. After he managed to position himself seated up against the head of the bed, he asked the nurse to leave. Then he cast a loving, tender smile on Roland and Isabel. “Roland, Isabel, please have a seat.” Roland said disinterestedly, "We have things to get to, just hurry up and tell us what you have to say." Isabel stayed silent. A look flashed in Master Rockwell's eyes. Then, he turned to Isabel and expressed regretfully, "Isabel, I’m a foolish old man, it was me who told Decker to leak pictures of you two. He had no choice because I forced him to do so. If you have to blame someone, blame me!” Isabel frowned. She was somewhat impressed by how smoothly the old man switched his mask from one to another. From a forlorn and sad state t