"This is mine; take it." The girl gave Demi Moore an envelope; this is what she deserved.Demi Moore received the envelope and bowed low to the girl because she couldn't talk and could only thank her in this way. Without this part of the job, I don't know how she died now, let alone now she has to take care of Ace.So, she needed this job very much needed."No need to say thank you." The girl casually waved her hand, clearly understanding this action of Demi Moore."Demi."Suddenly her voice became grave; the intonation seemed to have some serious parts."Demi, listen to what I have to say." The girl who called herself "Jinx" patted Demi Moore's body, which was much thinner than before; this girl, until now, still refuses to talk about her story, but she is. It was obvious that something severe had happened to Demi Moore.She still vividly remembers that day; this girl's godless eyes were gloomy and lightless, as if she had just lost the whole world. Although it's a little better now,
Yes, they divorced, but Demi Moore is still yours; you won't allow her to betray you. You wanted to let go, but this resentment is slowly accumulating in your heart, drop by drop, unable to be erased...You stared at Demi Moore fiercely, your lips curling up."I want to buy this set."After speaking in a cold tone, your Ace-like aura was not angry but rather imposing, as if being followed by a cold wind, making people shudder."But..." The salesgirl hesitated and glanced at Demi Moore. This outfit was what she had tried on; although she hadn't said she wanted to buy it, her actions had shown her intentions. But this man was furious, and there was only one set of this model; she didn't know how to handle it.Tom Hulce took out his credit card and threw it over, not even asking about the price. He wanted to buy this set, and nothing else mattered. This was the gift she intended to buy for that man, right? Well, he would make sure she couldn't believe it."Pack this outfit for me," he sa
Mary Wickes hurriedly chased after him, the first time she had seen their hearts so distant, all seemingly because of that girl's appearance...Demi Moore bought a lot of food, carrying big and small bags, but someone pushed it open from the inside before she could reach the doorknob. Then, a pair of hands replaced her and took everything from her."Ace..."Her gaze lifted, and the weight on her hands completely vanished, a feeling of true comfort."You're very clever, aren't you?" Ace raised the food in his hands, his eyes flickering brightly.Clever? Demi Moore didn't understand, looking at him."Demi, you silly girl!" Ace walked in, his beautiful lips curving up like a child's. "I heard Demi's footsteps, so I knew Demi had returned." He turned around, pointing at his face. "Demi, did you think I'm clever?"Demi Moore chuckled softly. Clever, indeed, she was brilliant. She praised him silently, causing Ace to curve his lips with satisfaction. Of course, he was brilliant, to begin wi
But as he reached out, it seemed he couldn't grasp anything.He aimlessly wanted to hold onto something until he could firmly grasp something warm, he felt a little more grounded, and his breathing became stable again. Opening his eyes, a drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He looked out the window and saw that the sunlight had advanced significantly, and the curtains had been drawn. He woke up a bit late today.Clasping his hand tightly, he discovered that he was holding a small needle, and he also noticed Demi Moore's intense gaze directed at him."I was dreaming, huh..." He suddenly smiled, feeling a bit embarrassed. Demi Moore nodded gently, lightly patting the back of Ace's hand. Ace sat up, still holding onto her hand tightly as if she were his lifeline. The dream felt real; did it contain something about the lost memories?He wanted to know, but he was afraid to find out."What did you dream about?" Demi Moore wrote in the palm of his hand. Looking straight into his ey
She narrowed her eyes with a hint of bitterness, tilting her head upwards, wanting the wind to dry the moisture in the air. She had to stay strong!Meanwhile, Ace's expression grew increasingly gloomy, gradually losing its brightness in his eyes. If there was a mirror here, he could see that he and the man in his dream were strikingly similar, with eyes that were elevated and solely focused on himself.But the people around had no idea they had turned a simple man into someone cold and ruthless. The dormant demon within him had begun to mature, slowly manifesting inexplicably, replacing the man named Ace."Hey, does anyone here know anything?" Another voice transmitted, seemingly aware of some hot information. Living in this neighborhood, boredom led to gossip. Suddenly, a single woman appeared in the man's house, an extraordinary mixed-race individual naturally attracting attention.Demi Moore didn't know that others had observed her and Ace for a long time."What do you not know?" E
"No, there isn't." Ace blinked his eyes lightly. "I'm just afraid of Demi getting angry." It took him half a day to utter a few words. If he hadn't lost his composure, Demi wouldn't have had to apologize to that person and wouldn't have been bullied by them. So, it was all his fault.Demi Moore stopped and looked thoughtfully at Ace's somewhat absent-minded face, a warm glimmer in her eyes."That's not Ace's fault," Demi Moore wrote on his hand. "Demi can't speak, she didn't say anything wrong, and Demi will never get angry at Ace.""Is that so? Then let's pinky promise on it; lying means we have to be puppies." Only now did Ace relax and smile, waving his little finger before her.Demi Moore hesitated momentarily at his childlike gesture, reluctantly responding by extending her hand. Their fingers intertwined; could it be considered a lifelong promise?A gentle breeze occasionally blew by as they continued walking hand in hand. They weren't lovers; for someone whose mind wasn't entir
"A..." He only smiled, the scar on his face twisted, emitting a more sinister aura. "Little mute, you are a beggar." He mockingly glanced at the handful of loose change in her hand. A mute girl with an idiot, anyone with half a brain could tell they were destitute, especially when looking at the pair of worn-out jeans she wore with frayed hems. Did they have money? Only a fool would believe that.Demi Moore tightened her grip on her hand, feeling more anxious. He didn't want money, so what did he want?The man said nothing, just stared at them, silently contemplating. The cold, malicious gaze in the fool's eyes was not wrong.The scarred man grew somewhat bored after a while. It was indeed beneath him to deal with a pair like them, but he had no choice.Slowly, he drew out a wooden staff about 30 cm long. Usually, when he "educated" others, he used an iron rod. Today, he was being entirely merciful with them already, or else that fool would become even more foolish later. As for Demi M
A resounding thud and the wooden staff in the hands of the other man finally struck down, causing his instinctive body to step back. Until now, he had never encountered such a gaze. It was terrifying, almost unintentionally cold and ruthless.Ace stood up, but a small, icy hand tightly gripped his hand, devoid of warmth, chilling his heart. "Ace, there's no need..." Demi Moore pursed her lips, silently pleading. The name "Ace" just now seemed like an illusion to him. He had never heard an incredible voice, but perhaps he would never listen to it again.Ace clenched his lips tightly, his eyes fixed straight on the man, but in the end, he immediately sat back down, embracing Demi Moore tightly. Drops of blood from her mouth stained his clothes, the clothes she had worn solemnly to honor him, his favorite clothes."Why fear? There's nothing to fear." The scarred man tilted his head, spitting out a wad of phlegm, accomplishing his purpose. They could leave now. He walked toward the man wh