Iris spotted Rosalyn. She came running towards her. “Hey, when did you come?” Iris asked. “I just came like a minute ago” Rosalyn replied looking around. “I just got here too.” “Which one is Peter?” Rosalyn knows but she still asked. She can’t tell Iris upfront what sort of human being he is. Sh
“Oh yeah, that is why we are here.” Both of them went to the dance floor. Iris start swaying her hips meanwhile Rosalyn could not shake off the bad feeling. Her attention was focused on the guy performing on stage, “Come on Rosalyn let’s drink” Iris dragged Rosalyn to the bar. She starts drowning
Rosalyn walked into the company with a confident stride. She had been working hard ever since her return to the company and it was starting to pay off. The company's shareholders were impressed with her recent actions, such as attracting investment and winning the formula competition. She was getti
“You can leave. No one is asking you to stay. Go back to your fresh air houses.” Rosalyn told her uncles to leave, but they refused. They started arguing about who would inherit the family property if their father died. Rosalyn couldn't take it anymore. She stood up and shouted at them to shut up,
Rosalyn felt something warm on her back. This feels like a bed. She was sitting on a hard stool in a cold hospital ward. Rosalyn opened her eyes and looked around. White tools around. A beep can be heard. She remembered that she collapsed on the floor and p*ssed out. Caleb who was sitting near the
But there is one thing she is worried about still. Grandpa poising is not a simple accident. It can’t be. His ward is well-protected and secluded from everyone. No one comes in here besides the doctors and family. God forbid if something had happened to Grandpa due to the poison the impact would h
Anthony entered the room with worry plastered all over his face. His expression turned sour when he saw Caleb present inside the room already. He knew Caleb was going to be here. He is stuck to Rosalyn's hip. But Anthony hoped he would not run into him. Whenever they are in the same place, fights ar
I am sitting calmly on the bed with no expressions. I am neither sad nor angry that he came. My emotions are like that of a person who has given up on the thing that he cherished the most. My once-boiling love for him has evaporated and there is nothing left. No residue remains. But I feel peace. I