"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
Ace followed the doctor's directions, still uncertain about what to do. When he arrived, he looked up and saw a sign that read 'Fee Collection.' He glanced at it for half a day, finally deciding to follow what others were doing, and stood in line."Excuse me, what procedure do you want to do?" The nurse asked him gently.Ace nodded."May I know who the patient is?""Demi Moore." Ace looked at her, jotting down notes, not knowing what to write. Anyway, he would answer whatever she asked, keeping it simple with three words and then pursing his lips, his expression cold."Please wait a moment." The nurse quickly wrote down a series of numbers. Ace blinked lightly, not understanding, waiting for her to explain again."Total payment needs to be made here. You go to the fee collection counter to pay with a card or cash; it's up to you." She remained patient. Whoever said he was handsome like this might have exploded in anger long ago if he behaved rudely. He should know that she had reached
Passing by, his and her past finally faded away.Indeed, Tom Hulce and Mary Wickes were selecting engagement rings. She couldn't deny that they were indeed a perfect match. Perhaps the other girl was more suitable to be his wife than she was. In truth, she no longer held any resentment, not towards him or towards that girl. A marriage without love would eventually crumble. She should have realized this sooner—what doesn't belong to you can never indeed be yours, including that unborn child.She turned around in the wind, a faint smile of indifference on her lips. Step by step, she walked away without hesitation, determined to distance herself from his world."What's wrong, Tom? What are you looking at?" Mary Wickes turned back, casting a curious gaze at Tom Hulce. His eyes were fixated outside the window, lost in a distant and extraordinary sorrow. Even when she called his name a few times in English, he didn't hear it."Nothing," Tom Hulce turned around, looking at Mary Wickes' beaut
"Demi, it's so uncomfortable; it hurts." Ace sat up, feeling his body burning, hastily jumping out of bed and rushing into the bathroom. Demi Moore quickly turned around, buttoning her nightgown, her fingers trembling.Ace walked out hesitantly, not daring to look at her."I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Demi. Ace knows I was wrong." He spoke like a stuttering child, his gaze avoiding her chest.Demi Moore didn't know what to do to make things right, so she ran outside to deliver some documents, feeling extremely uneasy. The casual relationship between the two had become incredibly peculiar because of this incident. In her consciousness, Ace had always been like a child, and she had never treated him as a man. So, suddenly encountering a situation like this left her clueless.In the evening, Ace translated documents while Demi Moore lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Soon, she heard Ace shutting down his computer and walking over to the bed. He gently lay down beside her an
She couldn't help but caress Ace's face, the tip of her finger felt warm, and she blinked, suddenly feeling a pang of sadness."Ace..." Her lips trembled, longing to call his name again with her voice, but perhaps it would never be possible. Her finger paused at his eyes, and she suddenly thought that what was lost could never be regained, and she wasn't willing to.But what if they could do it all over again?She wanted a family, perhaps a child of her and Ace; could it be possible?Her feelings for Ace were complex, and she couldn't determine exactly how important they were, but she knew that Ace was the man she was willing to use her life to protect. She didn't despise his imperfections; he cared for her, worried about her, and even risked his life to save her. So if there was a child, she quietly caressed her belly and would give birth to it.Perhaps a little life had already formed inside her belly. Last night, they didn't take any precautions, everything happened naturally, and
Demi Moore looked coldly into his eyes, suddenly feeling a touch of amusement. How does one sleep on a bed? It's not like it's their bed anymore. He had been passionate with another woman, hadn't he? And if he wasn't absent-minded, he should remember that they had divorced, and she had no more connection with him.So, how she sleeps and with whom is none of his business."Demi sleeps with me. Or do you think I sleep by the window?" Ace raised his chin arrogantly, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the man. With a bed present, it was apparent they would sleep together. Why bother asking?"Demi Moore, didn't you say you loved me?" He shot a cold glance at Ace, then continued to scrutinize Demi Moore with hostility.Sleep together? They had indeed slept together, and it was ridiculous.Demi Moore slightly pursed her lips, revealing a trace of bitter laughter. Yes, she had once loved him deeply, truly loved him. But he didn't need her; he destroyed it with his hands. So why would she stil
"Tom, I love you," Mary Wickes looked up and leaned forward, kissing the determined chin of the man. "Do you love me?""Tom...""I love you." It took Tom Hulce half a day to dreamily utter the words, unaware of who he was speaking to..."Tom, please don't leave me. I can't live without you!" Mary Wickes held onto his belt tightly, pleading with desperation.Really? Can't live without him? Someone had said these words to him before, but it turned out to be a scam, just a scam...Tonight he seemed to be another sleepless night. Tom sat in his study, as usual, going through company documents. In the past, he never brought these things home to deal with. The home was for relaxation and peace of mind. But now, it wasn't the same. He was constantly consumed by work, and his body was always tense and overwhelmed to insanity.Nostalgia is true nostalgia for the old days because he was now much more exhausted than ever before.Demi Moore, Demi Moore...He tossed the documents in his hand, open
A few days later, he would send her back to Tom Hulce and give a significant gift to the Grayson Corporation that would make them remember forever!...At night, Youdu turned around, wondering how many times. He opened his eyes wide, looking at the empty crib beside him, feeling a deep emptiness in his heart.He couldn't deny that he was sleepless. Though brief, the few days with Lulu here, she had changed everything once she was gone. He missed her laughter, her silly gestures when she wanted to be carried.Sitting up and turning on the bedside lamp, he didn't even know what he wanted to do.It wasn't until the knocking sound, "Knock, knock, knock," reached his ears that he glanced at the clock. It was already two in the morning. Who could it be, coming to find him at this hour? Could it be that annoying Fred again?He got out of bed, his already sombre face growing even darker. Opening the door, before he could see who had arrived, something warm was thrust into his arms.This... wa
However, before he could enjoy his moment, the baby suddenly woke up and looked at him with wide eyes before bursting into loud cries. Fred was taken aback and wondered if he had been too rough with the baby earlier."Shh, don't cry, don't cry!" Fred awkwardly tried to console the baby, but his efforts seemed to have no effect.Demi Moore closed her eyes inside the castle as she sat on an old chair, relishing in the rare moment of tranquillity."Kimmy, how have you been lately?" Since returning, Demi had wanted to see Kimmy again, partly out of nostalgia and concern for the naive girl. But now, it seemed that her worries were unfounded. Kimmy had been promoted to oversee several others, and she seemed more mature and content with her life."Madam, I've been doing well..." Kimmy shyly glanced at her toes, still not accustomed to such distant forms of address."Kimmy, you can continue calling me Demi; it's okay." Demi Moore opened her eyes and smiled at her, reassuring her."I... I will
"You think your plan is so clever, don't you? Get me in bed with Mary Wickes, and it's all over? Well, let me tell you, don't even think about it!" What if he tells Demi? Will he deny it again like he did before? But if Arthur were to show Demi some evidence, it would only prove his despicable nature. Hmph!"She has already seen it." When Tom Hulce was harbouring a glimmer of hope, Arthur coldly extinguished it. Time seemed to stand still for a second, and no one spoke. The widening eyes of Tom Hulce revealed the extent of his panic."Arthur R. HIK!" Tom Hulce shouted madly, "You wretched person, I want to kill you!"For over twenty years, Tom Hulce had never felt such unease and anger grow so intensely. How dare he? How could he let Demi see him in bed with Mary Wickes again? Hasn't she suffered enough? What does he want? Does he like to erase Demi from his world?Tom Hulce lost control and lunged forward, delivering a decisive blow to the left side of Arthur R. HIK's face. A trickle
"Must be because I slept too much," Arthur suddenly burst into laughter, teasing her a little."Perhaps," Demi Moore replied, half-jokingly. This feeling was extraordinary. She wasn't sure anymore, feeling uncomfortable, dry, as if she had talked too much.Has she talked too much? Thinking about it made her laugh bitterly. How could a mute person still be able to speak? Maybe she was dreaming?Leaning her head on Arthur's shoulder, suddenly, she felt a darkness creeping into her heart, a sense of disappointment. It might be an illusion, but a second ago, she truly believed she could speak, kiss him, smile, and say, "Good morning."She wanted to, truly wanted to do that....Arthur sat on the sofa, looking a bit concerned towards the bedroom. Demi Moore was still inside. She had woken up for a while, but ultimately, she was still too tired and couldn't help but lean back for a moment. Youdu said this was a side effect of hypnosis and nothing to worry about. The most important thing to
"Boss, we're being followed," Fred calmly said, not knowing when he had been standing behind Arthur."I know," Arthur nodded slightly. He had noticed this since the first day they moved here. Tom Hulce did not easily give up, but if he could think of it, how could Arthur not?"How is he over there?" Arthur opened his mouth, his voice devoid of emotion."He seems impatient like he's preparing to take action," Fred looked out through his gaze, his lips curling up slightly with a hint of teasing."Welcome," Arthur chuckled coldly. He wasn't afraid of him coming but somewhat worried that he wouldn't. The matter between them would eventually require a confrontation."Master." Amid the tense atmosphere, Youdu suddenly called out to Arthur. He had thought of this method from the beginning but hesitated to speak because he was afraid that Arthur would disagree. But after thinking it over, perhaps there was only this one way."Have you figured it out?" Arthur turned to look at Youdu, his eyebr
In a highly luxurious restaurant, a girl was resting her chin on her hand, looking at the man in front of her with confusion. He was elegantly eating steak, but he was focused on his meal and didn't say a word to her from the beginning. He didn't mention anything about wanting to collaborate with her, so could it be that collaboration here meant just sitting and looking?She continued to stare at him intently, unable to remain silent. This man was truly handsome. A few days ago, when she received his phone call, she had hoped he had intentions towards her. But now it seemed that things were not as she had imagined."If you don't eat, you won't have the energy to work," he said.The man raised his head, calmly looking at her."Mr. Hulce, what exactly did you call me here for?" The girl occasionally turned her head to look around, feeling uncomfortable sitting there. This man was overly reserved. If it wasn't about having a romantic interest in her, then it might not be good that he sou
Arthur took a deep breath, about to say something, when he saw Demi Moore coming out of the kitchen."Are you tired? You don't need to do anything later. I'll have someone bring the food." Arthur stared at Demi Moore's slightly flushed face, hesitating between speaking and exchanging a disdainful glance with someone.Demi Moore smiled and shook her head. She was feeling much better now. If she continued lying in bed without doing anything, she felt like she would rust away. Besides, looking at their expressions, it was clear that they were starving but still trying to act tough. It was really...After placing two dishes on the table, Demi Moore returned to the kitchen to get a few more items."Fred, Youdu, can you please not eat like hungry demons?" Arthur looked at the almost empty plate he had just brought out, his blue veins popping up. Fortunately, he had quickly set aside some for Demi. Otherwise... Hmph, looking at the two voraciously eating opposite him made him feel irritated
"You can kick the blanket freely; it's new and won't tear." Suddenly, a humorous voice came from behind, startling Demi Moore as she turned around, not expecting it to be Youdu."How are you feeling now? Are you okay?" Youdu sat down on the chair next to the bed, glancing briefly at Demi Moore's teary eyes, feeling a sigh escape his lips. This girl had just cried; why did she have to torment herself like this?"It's somewhat better than before." Demi Moore nodded, unconsciously loosening her grip. She had nothing to hide in front of this young man because he had greatly helped her and her mother. Apart from Kimmy, Youdu was the person she trusted the most."Do you want to sit up and talk to me for a while?" After a long silence, Youdu finally decided to take the initiative. Ms. Moore was kind-hearted, and he believed he knew how to soften her heart. He wouldn't resort to this last resort if there were still any other options left.Demi Moore glanced at him with a hint of thought, seem
"Ace?" Demi Moore hesitated, slightly squinting her eyes, feeling that something was still inaccurate. He was still wearing the same clothes, unchanged, and the house was warm and filled with familiar items, but her heart felt inexplicably empty.Something was missing, something that seemed very important to her."Yes, it's me, your Ace." Arthur hugged Demi Moore tightly, smiling without end.Demi Moore slowly reached out and embraced him around the neck, just like before. The warmth from his body made her feel safe, and she even caught a faint scent of mint. However, when his hand accidentally touched her belly, she realized it was flat.Flat?With a gasp, her heart felt like it was being violently torn apart. Memories flooded back, causing her unbearable pain. It turned out that everything wasn't a dream; her child was gone entirely."A..." She screamed silently, pushing the man in front of her away. How could she forget? Whether it was unintentional or deliberate, she couldn't forg