Luke came to a halt right in front of me, his dark, inscrutable eyes fixated on me. I returned his gaze with a glare.His eyebrows furrowed, and his deep eyes resembled icy, stern stars. When he spoke, there was a mocking tone in his voice. "I've come to realize that you're not only blind but also foolish, always jumping to conclusions."I frowned, my fists clenched as I searched for words to retort. But before I could speak, Luke let out a cold laugh and said, "However, you're right. We're not close, and I did meddle in your business."With that, he gave me a long, penetrating look before turning on his heel and walking away, as if I were an ungrateful wretch who had infuriated him.Who did he think he was to be angry? Shouldn't I be the one who's upset?Especially with his final words: "We're not close" and "I meddled." Whether taken separately or together, they were dripping with sarcasm.Did I say something wrong? We truly aren't close!Despite my frustration, I returned and
This is definitely the house I saw Luke drive into that day. Maybe he recently bought it.I remember this family moving to Clanstand when I was in middle school. Since then, the house has been empty. It belonged to an elderly couple, possibly musicians, as I often saw young people carrying cellos in and out. But I don't recall their last name being Walker.Nervously, I glanced at the entrance, thinking, "Who could handle someone as bad-tempered as Luke?"In college, he was always popular—handsome and academically outstanding. Girls adored him, their eyes sparkling with admiration whenever they mentioned him. Oddly, I never heard of him dating anyone. He always seemed to be alone, like a high and mighty flower, an ethereal being.A cold and arrogant person like him—his future wife would be so unlucky.But then again, why does it matter to me? I'm just worrying needlessly.I took out my phone to call a ride, only to see multiple missed calls from Max.Despite my hatred for him, I
The next few days were peaceful and uneventful. Max took great care of me, making sure I had a cup of hot milk every night, coaxing me to drink it. Just like tonight.When I hesitated, he reminded me that I was in recovery and needed all the nutrients I could get. He even asked, "Honey, once you're better, shall we try for another child?"All I wanted to do was smash the cup over his head and shatter it into pieces! How dare he mention having another child? Scumbag!Seeing my expression darken at the mention of a child, Max quickly sat beside me on the bed, holding my arm. "Honey, I read in a book that children who are lost unexpectedly become angels watching over us, waiting for the chance to be our baby again. I believe our lost baby is watching over us from heaven, waiting to be reunited with us."I scoffed and looked into his eyes. "Really?""I believe in reincarnation," Max said, his eyes filled with fake tears. "Don't you?"Look at him, pretending to be sincere and profound
Steven sent me another message: "I investigated the school Lucy enrolled in. The tuition alone is 400,000 dollars per year. With other expenses, even living frugally, it would cost at least 600,000 dollars annually. Lucy's mother couldn't afford this."As I was about to ask who paid for her studies, Steven revealed the answer."It's interesting. While looking into Cindy, I came across a news item on the Devon Corporation's website."A few seconds later, Steven forwarded the post that caught his attention. The post stated that the Devon Corporation sponsored underprivileged students for studying abroad. This kind of corporate philanthropy is common, whether for reputation or other reasons. But in this particular list of sponsored students, I saw Lucy's name.Steven added, "Ms. Middleton, I think you need to reconsider if you and Cindy are really strangers. From the car accident six months ago to the truth we've uncovered, it seems Cindy harbors a deep grudge against you. Clearly, Lu
That morning, I had an appointment with my financial manager to discuss renewing my investment.Fifteen million dollars may not be much compared to the truly wealthy, but it's still a significant amount. The manager was happy to prepare the renewal contract for me.With the deal done, the financial manager made some polite conversation while putting away the documents. "Ms. Middleton, your baby must be 3 months old by now, right?"I nodded, mainly because I didn't want to share the painful loss of my baby with someone I barely knew. I didn't want to face their awkward, pitying look. I'm not the kind of person to show my wounds to others.But then it hit me. How did this manager know about my pregnancy and the baby's approximate birth date? We had only communicated by phone and hadn't added each other on Facebook.So I asked, "Hey, how did you know I had a baby?"She smiled and said, "At the beginning of the year, your husband, Mr. Jennings, bought two insurance policies from my c
”He made me the beneficiary of the insurance policy? It seems like he’s doing it for my benefit, right? But what’s the point if I’m dead? I have no parents, no family—he’s my only relative. In the end, the huge insurance payout would go straight to him!"The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but tremble. Tears started to roll down my cheeks, but I bit my lip, refusing to cry. "Wendy, Max is a monster! He doesn’t just want the baby dead; he wants me dead too!"Wendy tried to calm me down, telling me to sit somewhere.How could I calm down?Wendy said, "Jen, you need to stay calm. Listen to me, we don't yet know why Max bought such a large insurance policy behind your back. Without concrete evidence, we can't accuse him of anything. The law requires proof, you know that, right?""Secondly, you're alone in Johnsonville. If you confront him recklessly, I'm afraid you'll suffer. Max is already out of his mind! If you face off with him and he gets violent, what wi
I thought Wendy would send Steven to pick me up, but to my surprise, it was Luke who showed up.When I saw Luke's handsome, yet stern face, with a serious expression and furrowed brows, I instinctively turned away. I quickly wiped my tears, wishing I could find a place to hide. I didn't want Luke to see me in such a miserable state, let alone mock me for my stupidity and blindness that led to today's outcome.But the tears kept coming, wetting my cheeks more and more. Luckily, I hadn't put on makeup today, so wiping my face wouldn't turn me into a panda.Seeing that I didn't take the handkerchief, Luke said, "Jen, stop crying."I sniffled, remembering Luke's previous cold sarcasm. His "stop crying" sounded a bit exasperated, maybe even a little impatient.Stubbornly, I replied, "I don't need your help. We're not close."I expected Luke to mock me, but he just looked at me quietly.The sarcastic remarks I anticipated were replaced with silence.Through my tear-filled eyes, I loo
I asked him, "How did you get here? You're not familiar with the car and driving so clumsily. You must be really brave.""I had a chauffeur.""Where's your chauffeur now?"Luke glanced at me sideways and said blandly, "I figured it would be best if no one else saw you like this, to save you from future embarrassment."I gritted my teeth. "Should I thank you for your thoughtfulness?""No need."I looked at him, smiling. "Luke, are you single?"He was taken aback for a moment, looked at me, and then calmly replied, "Yes."I continued smiling. "All these years, you've never had a girlfriend?"Luke's brows furrowed slightly, as if recalling something, and for a moment, an imperceptible hint of sadness crossed his face.Had he dated someone? Was he dumped? Still heartbroken?I thought I might have unintentionally touched a nerve. I wanted to jab at him, but not like this.But then the trace of sadness vanished, and he replied calmly, "Never.""Oh, with your looks, background, a