After James had finished speaking, he sneakily looked up to observe Mikhael's expression.After making sure that Mikhael wasn't annoyed or about to say anything, he finally grew bold enough to continue his speech."Under normal circumstances, if you have accepted her and intend to marry her, then you'd definitely want to introduce her to your friends. You'd want her to learn more about your social circle, right?"Think about it. If you've never introduced your girlfriend to us, you'll find it quite tricky to invite us to events like your wedding, the engagement party, baby showers, and all that stuff."Mikhael felt that James had a point. He nodded.James instantly felt encouraged. The expression on his face and the tone of his voice took on a more pleasing quality. "So, Mr. Westwood, don't you feel like… it's about time to bring your girlfriend with you so that we can get to know each other?"Mikhael replied, "Nope. I'll tell her about you guys when I go back, and I'll show her
Nathan wished he could slap himself.How could he have been so stupid? With Mikhael around, Valerie wouldn't need help from a powerless small fry like him!"Mr. Westwood is very knowledgeable and skilled in many areas. Mrs. Westwood, if there's anything you need help with, you can just ask him. I'm sure he'll resolve your problems flawlessly." With Mikhael glaring at him, Nathan praised Mikhael endlessly.Valerie listened to every word. From time to time, she would nod cooperatively, agreeing with Nathan.But in reality, she could tell that they were scared of Mikhael's wrath. That was why she played along with them on purpose.She noticed that ever since they entered the room, there had been a stiff look on Mikhael's face. He was probably mad because of the conversation about bars.Valerie felt that she needed to do something to ease the tension in the atmosphere. So, she turned and looked at Mikhael's friends, saying, "I know. Mikhael is an expert at settling matters."When Va
At 6:00 pm, Heather Stafford whipped up a full-course meal according to Charles Pennington's food preferences.At 7:00 pm, she had drawn a bath and prepared Charles' favorite rose petals and incense.At 8:00 pm, she placed a pair of Charles' indoor slippers at the doorway properly.At 9:00 pm, the front door was opened from the outside. Heather moved to accept Charles' suit jacket before placing the slippers in front of him properly. After hanging the jacket in the closet next to her, she asked him if he'd like to have dinner or a bath first.As Charles stared at his phone, he replied casually, "A bath."The minute hand on the clock ran half a lap around the surface. Charles strode out of the bathroom in a bathrobe while drying his hair with a towel. Heather quickly passed him his pajamas. She then brought out the food that was heated up from the kitchen while he changed into the pajamas.Charles was already used to the things Heather did for him. He was in a good mood tonight,
"Who are you talking to on the phone?"Upon realizing that Heather hadn't exited the kitchen for a long time, Charles got up and looked for her there. The first thing he saw was her standing in the kitchen while staring at her phone in a daze.Only then did Heather regain her senses. She replied coolly, "No one."…The late night was tranquil. As Heather listened to Charles' faint snores, she stared up at the ceiling quietly. That night, she didn't sleep a wink.…The next dawn, Charles couldn't help but frown at the sight of Edellish breakfast."You know that I don't like Edellish food. Why did you make this today?"Heather lowered her gaze while cutting a piece of steak. Then, she sent it into her mouth and began chewing on it slowly."That's all that's left in the fridge."That wasn't the truth. It was just that Heather wanted to prepare for her studies overseas. That was why she wanted to get used to the food there in advance.It was a good thing that Charles didn't th
After returning from the orphanage, Heather headed upstairs immediately. After walking into the walk-in closet, she began packing her luggage.Only then did she realize she had very few clothes, to begin with.The only clothes she had were the ones that Laura had gifted her when she first married Charles. Meanwhile, her husband of five years never thought of buying her any clothes.Once Heather was done packing, she sold all the gifts she had given to Charles over the past five years to the recycling truck.All these years, Heather had prepared many birthday gifts for Charles in order to appease him. But he never looked at them properly. The gifts were tossed aside, soon accumulating a thick layer of dust.After watching the recycling truck leave, Heather was about to return to the mansion when a loud beep sounded from behind her.She turned to see a Maybach parking in front of her. A woman wearing a red dress got out of the car. It was her sister-in-law, Yvonne Pennington."As
Charles seemed to be worried that Anne was insistent on leaving, so he quickly ordered the maids to move her luggage into the biggest guest room.Yvonne turned to shoot Heather a smug look. "It's already this late. What are you standing around for? Hurry up and make dinner already! By the way, Anne can't have spicy food, so you've gotta keep it blander."Even if this mansion had household staff, Heather was the only one in charge of preparing meals. Charles was extremely picky, not to mention he had high standards about the food he ate. He didn't even want to eat meals prepared by award-winning chefs—only Heather's food managed to pass his scrutinizing eyes.But no matter how much effort Heather put into her food, Charles would only take a few bites. Occasionally, Yvonne would drop by for a meal, but she often complained while eating.At that moment, Heather shook her head before spitting out a response that had everyone flabbergasted."I can't do it."Charles subconsciously turn
"Ah!"Almost immediately, Heather was drenched in hot stew and its ingredients. Her pale arm became all red and blotchy instantly, with blisters covering her skin. Scalding pain flared from her arm at that moment. It hurt so much that she couldn't even utter a word."Heather!"Charles quickly released Anne before approaching Heather hurriedly. It was his first time looking so alarmed."Does it hurt? I'll take you to the hospital right away!"Heather gazed at him. Pain exploded across her nervous system. No matter how much she tried to speak, she could never form a proper sentence."Oh my god! Anne, you're badly hurt!"Charles immediately focused his attention on Anne. He rushed toward her in a fit of panic. It appeared that her arm had a few splatters of soup on it, making her look like she was "badly hurt".Anne retracted her arm while shaking her head with red-rimmed eyes."I'm fine. Ms. Stafford's condition is even more severe than mine. You should take her to the hospital
Confused, Heather hugged her easel to her chest as she made her way home.The moment she got out of the car, the maids in the mansion quickly welcomed her. They looked extremely happy to see her. A few of them almost cried at the sight of her."Mrs. Pennington! Oh, Mrs. Pennington, you're finally back! The mansion descended into chaos on the days you weren't here! Mr. Pennington was dissatisfied with everything we did! He has been angry at us for days!"Only then did Heather find out what happened.It turned out that Charles wasn't used to his life now that she wasn't here to take care of him.But it was high time for him to get used to it. After all, she'd be leaving his life permanently soon enough.In the future, he'd have to live his life without her.After comforting the maids, Heather entered the mansion. The lights weren't even turned on.Charles sat on the couch on his own. The silvery moonlight pouring through the window illuminated half of his handsome face, shrouding
"I'm at Ebony Beach right now," Fiona said as she buried her face behind the high collar of her windbreaker. Her voice was glum as she continued, "When are you coming?"Wilson checked his flight ticket before replying with a smile, "Well, it can't be helped. I need to focus on the renovation work for your house, you know. I don't want to be paid for doing nothing. I might only be able to join you when you move to the next country. Don't be too reliant on me. Enjoy yourself—"Fiona ended the call in a huff.She and Wilson had traveled to about four or five countries together before a problem came up with her house. Wilson had no choice but to fly back, making two transfers before he finally got back to the country.Meanwhile, apart from hiding the plane ticket he already got from Fiona, Wilson was also hiding a ring in his pocket. He had only bought one because he was going to propose to Fiona, and he would be fine no matter what her response was. Either way, this ring was for him.
"After saying that, he said a lot of other things I didn't understand," Fiona said exasperatedly. "It'll be good if he never shows up in front of me again."She had finally freed herself from all those messy things. She didn't want to have to be reminded of them anymore.Wilson knew that Michael was going to die, but he selfishly didn't want to tell Fiona that.His mission wasn't to marry Fiona or anything. There was only one goal he had to complete, and that was to make her happy.Happiness could be achieved in many ways. In the beginning, Wilson wanted to get Fiona to accept his love so that he could shower her with care and affection to keep her happy. But over time, he slowly realized just how wonderful she was. It was from then that he couldn't bear to trick her into feeling happy because of his pretense. He didn't want it to just be a part of a mission.Therefore, he didn't want to force Fiona into anything. He genuinely wanted to treat her well."Now that you've resigned,
Looking rather conflicted, Wilson opened his mouth to speak, but at the very next second, he trembled violently and fell to the floor. He winced in pain as his body kept spasming.Alarmed, Fiona reached out to help him up, but he swiftly rolled away from her. Gasping as if he had been through a great deal of pain, he said with a rueful smile, "Don't touch me. You'll get electrocuted."Instantly, Fiona figured out what was happening, and she was filled with remorse.The system wouldn't allow its operative to mention anything related to its programming. It would electrocute the operative to stop it from happening. Fiona had nearly blurted something out in the past, only to end up getting zapped with electricity. The pain had been unbearable.It took some time before Wilson finally recovered. Once he felt better, he sat on the floor and looked up at Fiona, saying, "I'm sorry."He was sorry he couldn't tell her and for lying to her at the start. Although he couldn't say that aloud, hi
Fiona's mind was all fuzzy and jumbled up. She knew it was possible for someone to fall in love with their mission target. She had done it herself after all, so why couldn't she believe Wilson?Perhaps Michael was to blame for that.Still, Wilson looked serious. He confessed his love for her as solemnly as if he were proposing to her or declaring his marriage vows to her."Fiona," Wilson said before pressing his cool lips against the back of her hand. "Don't reject me."Cheeks flushed, Fiona looked away and pulled her hand back, saying, "Give me some time to think. Don't force me."Wilson obligingly stood up, his tall figure looking meek and obedient. He had brought medicine for her and even gave her candy to bribe her with, as if she were a child.Once Fiona took the medication, her head didn't seem to hurt as much. She looked at Wilson and asked, "How did you know I was sick?"Wilson knew where she was staying because he had dropped her off on the motorbike the other night, bu
The rational side of Fiona was telling her that Michael was capable of coming up with any kind of story he wanted, but the emotional side of her couldn't help but recall all the details of her every encounter with Wilson.Had all those coincidental meetings and sweet moments been created on purpose, just like she had once done?Still, regardless of what Wilson was, Fiona wouldn't forgive Michael anyway. She pushed his hands off her and shook her head, saying, "I don't know if you're telling the truth. I'll ask him about it myself. But even so, why should I leave with you? Am I supposed to give you another chance to hurt me, Michael?""Fi, I've really learned from my mistakes," Michael hastily declared. "You're still so young. Just give me another chance, please? I really miss you so much.""What does my youth have to do with you?" Fiona shot back, feeling rather mystified by his behavior. "Was I not young enough back in the world where I met you? Didn't I end up wasting all of my t
No matter how great the weekend was, Fiona still had to head to work and deal with the mess at the office. She knew that she might be subjected to her housemates' inquisitive looks if she went back to the house, so she stayed at a hotel instead.She could hazard a guess as to who had sent that email, but without any evidence to back her up, she had to set her suspicions aside for now.Fiona headed to the office as usual. When she arrived, her colleagues all fell silent mid-conversation. Several probing gazes landed on her, and Eunice quickly ran over, asking, "Where have you been staying the last two days, Fi?""I got myself a hotel room," Fiona replied with a pleasant smile. "Is that answer to your satisfaction?""Why would you say that?" Eunice asked awkwardly.Fiona didn't reply. She wasn't the kind of person who would stir up drama for no reason, but that didn't mean she would take things lying down either. If the matter couldn't be settled properly, she would just see it to t
Fiona was taken aback.The fire was reflected in Wilson's eyes, making them flicker with light. After a while, he chuckled and said, "The experts say there might be a meteor shower tonight, but it's not a guarantee. Will you be mad if it doesn't happen after all?"Fiona shook her head. A warm, fuzzy feeling filled her heart. Wilson was acting like a child who wanted to share everything of interest he could find with her. It made her feel important to him.Wilson didn't need money, so it wasn't as though the sales she brought in for the bar were much of a motivator for him. Why was he treating her so well then?The answer that seemed the most obvious made Fiona's heart pound. She recalled the terrible blunder she had made with her last relationship. There was still a mess at the office that she needed to deal with, but as if eloping, she came running out to the middle of nowhere to see a meteor shower that may not even happen.It was ludicrous yet exciting all the same.Fiona's ph
No matter how cool a motorbike was, there was a limit to its speed. Wilson and Fiona were on the road for half an hour before they arrived at their destination.Fiona was rather stunned by the location they were in.Wilson had taken her to the edge of the city. It was possible that having lived the first two decades of her life in severe hardship led to her never realizing that a concrete city could still be home to a forest.The leaves rustled as the evening breeze caressed the trees. The moonlight lit up the ground, basking everything in a glow of faint light.Wilson looked to the side, his gaze falling on Fiona's gaping mouth. Smiling, he asked, "Do you like it here?"Fiona couldn't speak. All she could do was nod earnestly."There's even more fun to come," he said before taking her hand.While it was beautiful out here, it was still in the middle of nowhere. Fiona fidgeted nervously, to which Wilson responded by tightening his grip on her hand and asking softly, "Do you know
After talking to Geraldine, Fiona found out that the entire company had received that email, and it couldn't be traced back to its sender. Thus, the company management had no choice but to quickly try and resolve the matter instead.Geraldine had been the one who confirmed Fiona's permanent position with the company, so she knew there was little veracity to the claims in that email. Nevertheless, she had to ask, "Those things said in the email are all untrue, right?"Exhaling softly, Fiona said glumly, "Not all. I did go drinking at the bar."She did buy a house too, but she chose not to bring that up. At the end of the day, she believed in not flaunting one's wealth.Geraldine looked a little helpless. "That's your personal life. The company has no say in that. All that matters is the rest are all untrue. You can go back to work now. This isn't a big deal. We'll do our best to get to the bottom of things."Fiona nodded and went back to her desk. She figured the sender of the emai