Lessie looked pensive. The Birch and Wells family had been tangled in matters complicated beyond salvage. At this point, she could no longer tell who was right or wrong. Hopefully, the woman would keep her promise and divorce Wilson without any hesitation. And it would be another three months of waiting."I hope you'll keep your promise," Lessie finally uttered softly.The lights in Clara's eyes dimmed. Apparently, Lessie still hoped she could sign the divorce papers willingly despite the three-month wait. Right. In Lessie's eyes, Clara was just a woman who kept hurting his son."I will," Clara promised. As she turned to leave, she saw Wilson standing near the entrance of the living room. God knows how long he had been standing there. Did he overhear everything?"Mom, I told you before. Don't interfere in our affairs!" Wilson said in a low growl. He strode from the entrance and grabbed Clara by the wrist to lead her away.Clara stumbled and nearly lost her footing in just a few
Clara's froze. She heard him continue, saying, "Didn't I show you the wound last time? Still interested in it?""I just want to see if you're alright," she said with a little sob. "You picked me up so suddenly—""I'm not that weak. I can walk properly. Besides, it's been two months. You think my wound will reopen after this long?" Wilson scoffed, feeling ridiculous.Clara's breath hitched at Wilson's reply. It seemed a little silly of her to be this worried. The average time for an incision to fully heal was roughly 1 to 2 months. Wilson's wound should be fully healed already. Besides, he showed no sign of discomfort, so he should be perfectly fine.Wilson told the driver, "Drive."The car drove away from Lessie's residence and headed home. Silence stretched on until Wilson started speaking."You sprained your ankle. Why did you go out alone? Did my mother tell you to meet her?" he questioned. He had received news that Lessie's men had taken Clara back to the family mansion. Only
"You want to walk slowly? And then limp into your room?" Wilson grunted, silencing her.Feeling embarrassed, Clara chewed on her bottom lip, her cheeks red.Wilson probably carried her only because he was annoyed by her walking speed. Or maybe he was sympathetic. It had been very long since she had felt such a sense of security while being so close to him and in his arms.Wilson carried Clara into the house and carefully placed Clara on the sofa in the living room. He ordered the maid, "Go and bring the medicine box. Also, call Mandy over to take a look at my wife's foot.""Yes," the maid responded and hurriedly left to find Mandy.The other helpers in the living room watched Wilson and Clara's interaction with some surprise. Meanwhile, the helper who had refused Clara's request for a medicine box before had a look of fear on her face. The helper became worried, afraid Clara would tell Wilson about her refusal, causing her to lose her job. Although she was just a maid working fo
Wilson could have let someone else do it for him instead of taking the matter into his own hands."Either way, you're still legally my wife. We haven't officially divorced yet. Those working here should understand this," Wilson stated.Clara felt a warm feeling swelling in her heart. Wilson had always been like this, speaking with his actions rather than his words. Hopefully, the helpers in the residence would not take her lightly anymore and finally stop making things harder for her."Thank you," she said. "Thank you?" he repeated in surprise. He was the reason why she was being mistreated during her stay here. All he did was give her the respect she deserved, but she still thanked him in such seriousness!"By the way, did you promise my mother anything? What happened to the promise you made to her in the hospital?" Wilson asked abruptly.Clara felt nervous suddenly and clenched her fists. He must have overheard their conversation earlier. How was she going to tell him? That hi
"What do you want me to believe? Did you forget? You told me countless times that you don't love me," Wilson reminded, wanting to push her away. He could not bear to see her wet and begging eyes. It hurt whenever he saw the tears in her eyes. When his hands clutched her shoulders, she lowered her head and kissed his lips.Her kiss was impatient and rough. She seemed desperate to use her kiss to show him all the emotions she could not name. What would it take to convince him that she loved him?What should she do to get him back? She wanted to be with him, grow old together with him. Wilson used to love her deeply, so much he could risk his life and health for her. But it seemed an impossible task to make him believe she loved him back.Clara slowly fluttered her eyes closed, and tears spilled as she devoted herself to the kiss. Wilson stiffened. His heart was pounding, his senses heightening on his lips. Her desperate kiss sent him into a daze, and his hands on her shoulders b
Serenity came to the bookstore, wanting to pick up a few books and some stationery for Yanny. Clara had left for Latveria, leaving the two children in Mrs. Wells' care. As Yanny and Amy's godmother, Serenity naturally wanted to do something more for her godchildren.Serenity became a little worried thinking of Clara's three-month bet with Wilson. She never thought Clara would make such a bet with Wilson.Clara only had three months. It was hard to make Wilson fall in love with Clara again unless she broke the hypnosis. "You should've said a longer time. Maybe a three-year bet would've been better." Serenity had even said that to Clara in their previous video call."Three years is too long. Maybe he'll directly file for divorce. I think three months is about as much as he'll allow," Clara had said at that time."And what if he still insists on a divorce after three months?""Then we'll get a divorce.""But what about you?""I'll raise Yanny and Amy alone. Maybe it's fate. Maybe
Serenity said nothing, but her silence was a louder answer than anything else. Lucas sighed, barely hiding the flush of pain in his face. "Well, yeah. I don't know you as well as he does. I never understood you." There was anguish in his voice.Had Lucas known Serenity better, he would have recognized her earlier. He would not have listened to the wrong person and refused to help her when she needed help the most.Lucas never understood her, and he had already lost the chance to get to know her better."Lucas, don't let the obsession consume you anymore. It's time to get over it and find a new beginning. I'm sure you'll meet a woman worthy of your love," Serenity said. "But that woman can't be you, right?" he rasped."Yes. It can't be me, and it shouldn't be," Serenity said. "You should get over me and make things easy for me. I don't want Jack to get the wrong idea."Letting go was not easy! Lucas was reluctant, but he could see the radiant happiness in her eyes. All he could
Jackson wanted to keep Serenity all for himself, not letting anyone else come close to her. Serenity was everything to him, her very existence fueling his desire and obsession for her. "Jack!" Serenity whimpered as Jackson swallowed her gasps, driving her senseless with passion. "E-enough… I can't take anything more than this…""I know. I won't do anything. Serenity, I just want to kiss you and show you how much I love you!" he whispered, his sultry voice reeling her in. Everything about him was so attractive. His scent, his eyes, his touch. All of it made her fall harder.-Lucas was serious about what he had said. He said he would get over his obsession with Serenity, and he meant it. He wanted her to be happy.Lucas respected Serenity's wishes. He would never go against her wishes. He would fulfill it, even if through an illusion.Letting go? Maybe Lucas just had to make everyone around him think he had already gotten over her, including Serenity herself. Perhaps most would