With a cheerful smile, Stella placed the bowl of chicken soup in front of Keegan and said, "I just tasted it, and it's rather good. Go on. Give it a try."Keegan glanced at the soup and asked, "Why don't you go grab yourself a bowl since it's for nourishing the body?""No thanks. I've grown tired of chicken soup after eating the ones you've cooked for me. Just looking at it makes me lose my appetite. I made myself some porridge with red dates. I'll just have that," Stella lied.She then handed the spoon to Keegan and urged, "Go on, dear. It won't taste as good when it's cold."Keegan gave her a sidelong glance, took the spoon, and stirred the soup."Why does this soup smell a bit like the chicken soup your great-grandpa used to make?"Stella froze. "Don't all chicken soup smell the same?"Keegan nodded, seemingly agreeing with her explanation. He set down the spoon and picked up the bowl. Just as he was about to take a sip, he saw Stella staring intently at him.Keegan paused f
Stella's eyes gleamed with eagerness. "Are there any other symptoms?" she asked.Keegan opened his eyes, which looked extremely dark. "Actually, there's a burning sensation in my chest. It feels rather stuffy. I can sense it intensify when you speak."'It works! Dr. Quinn's approach is effective!' Stella thought."There's also something else. Do you want to know what it is?" Keegan asked in a low voice.Stella nodded vigorously. To her, the more information she gathered, the more she could tell Felicity about it.Keegan's voice dropped even lower. "I'm seemingly more irritable than usual. I don't have much patience, and..." He paused."And what?" Stella asked as she grew impatient.Keegan took her hand and slid it down to his member. "I feel harder than usual," he said.Stella quickly withdrew her hand, and her ears turned red. She cleared her throat and said, "I think you should calm down. I'll go report this to Dr. Quinn."She was about to leave, but Keegan would not let her
[Alright. I'll give it a try.] Felicity nodded and replied.Vermont had just finished his morning routine when he found Felicity ordering some items on her phone at the dining table."You hungry already?" He yawned and asked.Felicity glanced at him and quickly shifted her focus back onto her phone. "Not really. I've picked up a few new recipes. I'll cook them for you tonight. I'm just pre-ordering the ingredients."Vermont's interest was piqued at the mention of Felicity's cooking. "What kind of dishes are you making?"Felicity kept it vague. "You'll find out tonight."'Having a little mystery isn't so bad. It doesn't matter if I know what she's cooking since her culinary skills are amazing. I bet I'd like those dishes anyway.'Just as Vermont was thinking about it, his phone vibrated.Felicity took a glance and saw that it was a message from someone in his contacts named [Wifey]:[Hey hubby, up for a game?]She paused and said, "Your wife just texted."Vermont was confused
Vermont was an incredibly smart individual. After being rejected by Felicity, he was genuinely sad and hurt. He frequented bars to drown his sorrows and avoided going home so he would not have to face her. Every time he saw her, his heart would flutter, and he would be reminded of the rejection.Vermont could employ hundreds of strategies to win her over, but they would all be meaningless. He wanted Felicity to be in a relationship with him willingly. However, she did not want that. Vermont understood that no amount of effort could change her lack of attraction toward him.During that time, he reasoned with himself to let go of his feelings since it was not mutual. He stayed away from Felicity and tried to stop thinking about her.However, after waking up at the police station following a night of heavy drinking one day, he heard from the police that he had brought another woman home. Felicity had been so furious that she called the police. This led him to form a conjecture.'Maybe
Albert assumed that Hylda had turned him in for the accident seven years ago. 'It had to be her! Since she had shown no mercy, I wouldn't hesitate to fight back either. After all, I didn't do a thing that would lead to the car crash back then. Even if I were convicted of the crime, I'd be considered an accomplice at most with a good lawyer.'Albert's mind raced with various thoughts. Finally, the door to the interrogation room swung open. The police began the process of collecting his personal information.Albert was visibly on edge. Without waiting for the officer to speak, he blurted out, "Has Hylda been apprehended, sir? Did she rat me out? What did she tell you? Did she pin all the blame on me?"The police officer paused and looked at him while saying. "Sorry, we can't disclose that information."Hearing this, Albert immediately confirmed his suspicions. "She's trying to frame me and use me as a scapegoat! You have to investigate this case thoroughly, officer!" He exclaimed.T
Just like what happened seven years prior, the police inquired about what Stella could recall from the accident. She recounted the memories etched vividly in her mind, leaving nothing out of her testimony."Albert wasn't inclined to dig deeper into the truth back then. He told me that my mom could be held criminally responsible if it was found that her depression had relapsed. He claimed that her condition would result in erratic behavior, which caused the accident. He also said that insurance wouldn't cover that and that he simply did not have the money to pay her medical bills."When, in fact, my mother's depression had been well under control for quite some time. She was not taking any antidepressants in the six months leading up to her accident. I have all her detailed medical records and prescription logs here," she continued."My mother had been gathering evidence of Albert's embezzlement and tax evasion six months before the accident. She had already drafted a divorce agreeme
Hylda no longer possessed the allure of her past. She was wearing the plainest clothes she could find, fearful of being recognized. She trimmed her long, flowy hair and no longer wore makeup. Hylda looked a decade older than before.As soon as the light flickered on, she instinctively hid. After days of evading capture, she had developed a fear of well-lit places."It's too bright," she said in a raspy voice.Ian felt for her and left a dim lamp on."What's your plan?" He sat across from her and asked.Hylda hesitated and said, "I've been thinking a lot these past few days. I've now figured out the things I did not understand before. None of this was a coincidence. She had planned everything out since the day of the wedding. She made me target Xenia out of jealousy and exposed Hugo's true identity, causing Albert to lose trust in me and freeze my accounts."She then targeted the kindergarten, causing me to lose my only source of income. Following that, she had Walter come and thr
Hylda froze and immediately tried to flee. But it was too late. One of the police officers tackled her to the ground and put her in handcuffs. Her face was drained of color. Hylda realized that her time was up and did not resist the arrest.As the police escorted her away, she stole a glance toward the corner where Ian stood. He looked expressionless. Suddenly, it all made sense to her, and she began to curse.Humans are selfish creatures. Hylda was at the end of her road and could no longer turn things around. 'I guess our ten-year relationship meant nothing to him. I used all my connections and means to get him married to Irene, yet this is how he repays me. Though, I can't blame him. He is now a part of the Moore family. Why would he want to derail his own life for me?'As Hylda was taken into custody, news of the suitcase murder case's perpetrator being caught spread like wildfire. The city, once fraught with anxiety and restlessness due to the case, became peaceful again.Hyld