The domineering touch of his lips elicited a soft moan from her, her beautiful face veiled with a hint of desire, her eyes shimmering with a crystal-clear glow, like crimson flowers awaiting plucking.Lambert's agile hands gradually traced downward, delicately caressing her sensual navel, his gentle touch flowing through Lydia's limbs like an electric current, causing her toes to curl involuntarily, unable to withstand the sensation.A deep chuckle resonated by her ear, Lydia bit her lip, casting Lambert a shy glance. Already exuding allure, her gaze was particularly enchanting.Lambert's proud self-restraint crumbled in an instant, merging with her completely with a firm press."Ah..."Lydia's breath hitched urgently, the overwhelming sensation leaving her mind blank in an instant.She shifted restlessly, only to incite more intense thrusts."Lydia, you're so tight..."Lambert's voice, husky and seductive, was accompanied by beads of sweat trickling down his forehead, sliding onto Ly
"From that moment on, I became insignificant in his eyes. After that, my grandfather passed away, and ZQ Corporation completely fell into my father's hands, giving him more excuses not to come home!"I don't know how others perceive it, but to me, my father changed. I felt deeply wronged and scared during that time. Once, there was a school outing, and I went home to tell my dad about it as usual, expecting him to join us as before. But instead, he just scolded me.""Then, my mom died in a car accident, and Mildred entered our home, even bringing along Maggie, who was just a few years younger than me. And then, the father I once knew returned, but his beloved had changed. I finally realized that I was no longer his little princess!"Lydia's voice grew lower, tears streaming down her cheeks, unable to suppress her sobs any longer.She buried her face in Lambert's chest, her tears soaking his shirt, melting his heart.He stroked her hair gently, his voice tender to the bone. "It's okay.
Especially when Harlan and others kidnapped Wythe to threaten Lydia to divorce voluntarily, the news spread exactly as it happened.For a moment, everyone felt extreme sympathy for Lydia for having such a scumbag of a father.Meanwhile, under Kevin's operation, both Harlan and Mildred were sentenced to fifty years in prison, and Ron and Maggie were already on the run!These seemed to have little relevance to Lydia anymore as she was busy with an international fashion show, her first collaboration with the prestigious brand VF. She was nervous yet highly focused on this endeavor.However, as often happens, trouble finds you even when you're not seeking it.Just when Lydia's career was flourishing and her love life stable, she received an unexpected call from the prison."Hello! Is this Miss Lydia Gilford? This is South Prison speaking.""What is it?" Lydia frowned slightly. Could it be that Harlan and his crew had caused trouble in prison again? These people never seemed to rest wherev
"No! Why take such a thing with us? It'll just keep upsetting you," he remarked with a crease in his brow."Lambert, I have my reasons. Please respect my decision," Lydia pleaded with a hint of sorrow in her eyes.Watching Lydia's pleading eyes, Lambert was finally defeated by her insistence. He thought better of it. After all, it was just a piece of clothing.The guard quickly sought permission from the higher-ups upon Lydia's request, and upon learning that Lydia's request was granted, as she was Harlan's only kin.As they walked out with Harlan's belongings, Lydia still seemed dazed, her dark eyes filled with confusion and weariness.If Lambert weren't by her side, she might not even know which way to go.But what Lydia didn't expect was that as soon as they stepped out of the prison gates, paparazzi, who had been waiting, swarmed them, bombarding Lydia with questions and cameras."Miss Lydia, are you here for a visit? Are you regretting sending your own father to prison?""Miss Gi
Lambert's face darkened, and he stepped forward, lifting Lydia off the sofa and staring into her eyes with an imposing aura that made her tremble."Lydia, listen to me. Harlan's death has nothing to do with you. He brought it upon himself! As for family, whatever they could give you, I, Lambert, will give you double! Whether it's family love or romantic love! Just name it! And don't forget, we still have Wythe! Do you plan to keep wallowing like this?"Lambert's stern reprimand gradually pulled Lydia out of her closed-off world.Her gaze fell on the sofa, and she stared at her son with wide eyes, feeling a sense of relief in a corner of her heart.She finally whispered to herself, "You're right. I can't continue like this. I still have Wythe. I can't let him bear this."Wythe timely stood up and hugged Lydia. "Mom, don't be sad. You've done nothing wrong. If you're worried about not being loved, then Dad and I will give you lots and lots of love, o
Lambert gently patted Wythe's head. "Wythe, no matter what others say about your mom, in my heart, she's the best! I know her kindness, her strength, her efforts. Everything she does is just to protect herself. So, sweetheart, don't listen to the rumors, okay? No matter what, we'll support your mom and help her get through this.""I understand. My mom is nothing like what they say. It's those other people who are bad!"Lambert bent down to kiss Wythe's head. "You go and play for a while. I'll go check on your mom."Wythe nodded heavily. Once Lambert entered the room, Wythe narrowed his eyes slightly.Hmm!How dare they say on TV that Grandma and Grandpa never want Mom to set foot in the Halsey house again!They're going too far! It's intolerable! Even though he didn't really want to go to the Halsey house, seeing Mom's sad eyes made Wythe angry!These people have never lived with Mom. Where do they get the right to comment so reckless
Odgen and Nydia were at a loss.They were about to call for help when they realized their phone batteries were dead. They hadn't expected this to be part of Wythe's plan.Unable to find help, Odgen and Nydia had to struggle to carry the pile of stuff themselves. Odgen managed better, being a man with some strength.But Nydia, used to a life of luxury and still wearing high heels, found it particularly difficult.Moreover, following Wythe's lead through the twists and turns of shopping, they had wandered far from where they had parked the car!As they walked, Wythe asked, "Grandma and Grandpa, are you tired? If you are, let's return these things. It doesn't matter to me whether I have them or not."As he spoke, he looked at the stuff Odgen and Nydia were carrying with longing eyes.How could they refuse this child? They insisted they weren't tired and that they could just carry everything to the car, which was only a ten-minute walk aw
Lydia was puzzled.She had been avoiding reporters as much as she could, so why bring them here now?Sensing Lydia's confusion, Lambert spoke up, "Lydia, we can't keep hiding from the public opinion. We need to tell everyone the truth about what happened. If people are so curious and interested in this matter, then we should take control of the situation ourselves. We should dictate the narrative instead of being controlled by it."At his words, Lydia felt a flicker of understanding, but it quickly faded as she lowered her gaze, her long lashes trembling slightly."But... my father's death...""It has nothing to do with you," Lambert interrupted firmly.He knew Lydia's thoughts well; she seemed to always feel guilty about Harlan's death, especially after seeing those horrifying blood words.But to Lambert, Harlan's fate was entirely of his own making. He was an adult and should take responsibility for his actions.Did Lydia des