Walking up to her, he stroked her head before taking Flint, who was reaching his arms out to him, into his arms and sitting down beside her. Flint tried to kiss him but Odell was a lot taller. Even though the little baby mustered up all his strength, his head could only touch Odell’s chin. The boy began to feel so anxious that he started to whimper. Sylvia could not help but say, “Flint is trying to kiss you. You should allow him to do so.” Odell gave her a deep stare. “I want to kiss you as well.” His face was serious although his charming voice sounded pleasant.Sylvia blushed and her heart began to pound. Shyly, she moved closer to him and granted his request. Odell grinned and kissed her softly on her lips. He then lifted Flint closer to his face and let the little guy kiss and slobber all over his face. After leaving traces of his saliva on Odell’s cheek, the little guy giggled happily. Sylvia pinched Flint’s cheek mischievously. Odell smiled to see both mothe
Skylar had already given instructions the night before about how she wanted the room prepared for the therapy session. All the necessary items had been prepared in the storage room on the second floor. The storage room had no windows and when the door closed, it was as quiet as if all connection with the outer world was cut off.There were two chairs inside. Sylvia sat opposite Skylar. With a warm smile on her face, Skylar softly said, “Ms. Ross, please relax.” Worthy of her title as a psychologist, she could sense Sylvia’s nervousness. Sylvia smiled. “I’ll try.” She was a little nervous but she tried her best to suppress it. She took a deep breath to calm her thoughts. Skylar then took a silver necklace with a cross hanging from it out of her bag. She held the necklace in front of Sylvia. “Ms. Ross, please look at the cross.” Sylvia did as she was told. “Look at it, empty your mind and don’t think of anything.” Sylvia complied. Suddenly, she saw a shadow f
The man was sitting on the chair beside the bed with his forehead propped up with one hand, seemingly asleep. The warm lighting cast a soft luster on the skin of his handsome face.He seemed so unlike the person she had seen in her mind, yet seeing him made her heart ache. She could even still feel the pain from the sixty slaps on her face. She clenched her hands tightly and wept silently for a while. When she finally calmed down and regained her composure, she took a deep breath and got out of bed. It was 1 o’clock in the morning. The whole house was shrouded in darkness. Sylvia went to the living room, walked past the yard and arrived at the gate. “Madam?” Ben was on duty tonight and he was surprised to find Sylvia out here at this hour. “What are you doing up in the middle of the night? Have you regained your memory?” Sylvia stared at him coldly. “Yeah. I remember you were there when I was slapped sixty times.” Ben’s face turned pale. “What?” “Six years ago, whe
Ben asked, “Why are you going to Glenchester in the middle of the night?” Sylvia remained silent. She really did not want to talk at the moment.When he saw that Sylvia was refusing to talk, Ben secretly reached for his phone in his pocket with his free hand.“If you text them, I’ll fire you immediately.” Ben’s hand froze. He said in a small voice, “Madam, Master Carter and the kids will be worried about you leaving without any notice.” “Shut. Up. And. Drive.” Sylvia stared ahead coldly as she spoke like an emotionless ghost. Ben withdrew in fear and he dared not speak another word. …Two hours later. Back at the Carter residence, the man suddenly woke up from his nap. He bolted up from his chair when he saw that the woman had disappeared from the bed. “Sylvia?!” The only reply he got was silence. Sylvia was not in the bathroom or the closet. He strode to the kids’ room, but they were sleeping soundly with Flint between them; Sylvia was not in their room. He
Sylvia was led to a guest room at Stockton’s mansion after she arrived at Glenchester. The butler had even arranged for a bodyguard and a maid for her. It was already morning yet she had still not seen Sherry. She wanted to leave the room but the maid and the bodyguard stopped her. The maid smiled. “Mrs. Carter, Ms. Fowler hasn’t woken up yet. It’s not yet time for you to meet with her. Please wait for a little longer.” Sylvia frowned. She had been waiting for an hour now. She might have arrived a little earlier than normal but even if John did not want her disturbing Sherry, her friend should have woken up by now. The bodyguard and maid must have gotten orders from John to keep her in the room, but why prevent her from seeing Sherry? Had he done something to her this time? Sylvia glared at the bodyguard. The man was tall and strong, and there was no way she could defeat him. She went back into the room and shut the door. …Meanwhile, Sherry had just woken up f
Back in Sylvia’s room, she had just opened a window and was about to attempt to escape through it.When she was about to jump from the balcony to the yard, she heard a knocking at the door. The maid’s voice followed. “Mrs. Carter, are you resting? Ms. Fowler has woken up, so Master Stockton told me to bring you over to her.” Sylvia’s eyes lit up. “No, I’m already up. I’m coming.” …Riding a shuttle bus that had been especially designed to be driven within the huge manor grounds, it took Sylvia three minutes to reach the other building where Sherry’s room was located. Several bodyguards were stationed outside the entrance. However, since John must have given the order, no one stopped her. She walked through the front yard and reached the door. When she entered the living hall, Sherry came out of her room. Her hair was loosely draped over her shoulder and she wore a long dress with slippers. It looked as if she had just woken up. There was nothing wrong with her attire
After chatting for a while, the servants brought in breakfast. The breakfast that was served contained all the specialties of Glenchester and was very sumptuous. Simultaneously, the two of them looked at the table of food, so Sylvia missed the flash of shock and surprise in Sherry’s eyes. “Come on, Syl. Let’s eat.” She grabbed Sylvia’s hand and pulled her over to the table. Sylvia was also starving as she followed her over. But, hadn’t Sherry said that she had lost her appetite? After a while, Sylvia’s eyes swept over the empty plates on the table that Sherry had furiously wiped clean and felt baffled by it. “Burp.” Sherry let out a huge belch and giggled. “I don’t know why but my appetite came back when I saw you, Syl.” Sylvia remained quiet. John, who was eating next door, was left speechless. “Hmph.” …After breakfast, Sylvia asked, “Sherry, why is John keeping you here?” Sherry sat with her back against the sun. “I told you before, I cheated on him.” “It do
Sherry could not help but glare at John as she said, “I said, she doesn’t want to see him.” John’s smile faded. Odell looked at the door to the guest room that was the only one with the door closed. “Master Stockton, Ms. Fowler, I’d like to talk to her alone, please.” John followed his gaze to the guest room and the smile returned to his face. “Sure.” Odell went over to the closed door. Sherry’s expression changed. She tried to stop Odell but John held her back. She tried to struggle but John forcefully cupped her face. “Stop it. Come out with me.” He then carried her out of the living hall. The other servants followed them out and the whole house went quiet.Odell went up to the door and knocked. Sylvia was leaning on the wall beside the door. “Sylvia,” he said. Sylvia did not answer. Odell frowned and spoke in a deep voice. “I know it’s my fault. I wronged you for the first three years.” He had received a call from Ben as he was traveling to Glenchester. Be
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