"Dad, he's a bad guy!" Ian pointed at the man who was already several yards away.The robber was huge - well over 6'2", wearing a denim vest that showed off his muscular arms. Mr. Lloyd probably couldn't take many punches from him, and we didn't know if he was armed. It wasn't worth the risk.I ruffled Ian's hair. "Let's go get something to eat.""Help! Stop the robber!"A woman was running after him, desperately grabbing passersby for help, out of breath.Following the 'better safe than sorry' principle, no one stepped forward to help.She reached us, and seeing we were Asian, her eyes lit up with hope. "Please help me, I have something very important in my bag."Mr. Lloyd looked down at his arm where she was clutching it. "I'm sorry, we're new here and unfamiliar with the area. We can't help."She let go, disappointed, staring dejectedly in the direction the robber had disappeared.Ian said in his sweet voice, "When you're in trouble, find a police officer."The woman was a
"If you can't find her, Luke can! Now that he has a general area, he can track her down quickly.""I'll let him know."Mrs. Walker was also searching for her, planning to use her to manipulate Luke. We needed to contact her before Mrs. Walker did.After hanging up with Wendy, I looked at Luke’s number on my phone. Several times I almost called him, but kept backing out.After hesitating, I tried calling Emily, but hung up just before it connected.Although Emily had been open with me, I couldn't be sure if she was genuinely helping Luke.To be safe, I called Luke instead. He answered on the first ring.Luke stayed silent."Mr. Walker, this is Jen.""I wasn't planning to cut you out of my life completely. I kept your number."Me: ...There he went again with his sharp tongue. I almost hung up, but remembering how much he'd helped me, and that I could finally do something for him, I told him about possibly seeing his birth mother near the hotel.After a moment of silence, Luk
Luke came to search for his birth mother himself?As I looked at him, he noticed me too.I greeted him and was about to get a taxi to the set."If you have time, can you show me where you saw her yesterday?""I... okay."Mr. Lloyd and Ian would be fine - finding Luke's mother was more urgent.After weighing the pros and cons, I agreed.Luke hadn't brought an assistant. I waited outside while he took his luggage to his hotel room, then we walked to where I'd seen his mother yesterday.It wasn't far from the hotel, so we went on foot.Without thinking, I kept about three feet between us.Luke: "Do I look like some kind of monster?"With his model-like features that made you want to break rules just looking at him, how could he possibly look like a monster?I shook my head."Then why are you keeping such a distance?""..." So that's what he meant...Though I'd decided to stay just friends, my heart - already full of him - still skipped beats when we were together.He was t
Just as I finished speaking, my stomach let out an embarrassing growl."There's an excellent Chinese place around the corner," Luke said."You've been here before?""No.""..." Then how did he know about a good restaurant?Did he research every place this thoroughly?He'd make a perfect travel companion.I later learned he'd researched local restaurants knowing my passion for food.I'd only had water since waking up. The film crew would have finished lunch by now, with no leftovers available. I needed to find something on the way.Being in a bad mood lately, I hadn't researched any local restaurants before coming here.Craving authentic Chinese food, I decided to take Luke's suggestion.It was an upscale Chinese restaurant specializing in spicy cuisine. As soon as we sat down, a cheerful server brought out place settings and started listing their specialties."Our portions are generous. For a couple, I'd recommend one appetizer and a soup to start.""We're not a couple," I
Last night at ten o'clock, when I was getting ready to go to sleep, I got a call from an unknown number in our city.The voice on the line, clear and pleasant, asked, "Are you Jen Middleton?"I didn't hesitate and said, "Yes, that's me. Who's this?"Instead of answering, the woman laughed and said, "Your husband is so wild in bed"I was completely confused and was about to ask who she was and how she knew anything about my husband, but the call was abruptly cut off, leaving a dial tone.At first, I thought it was just a prank and didn't think much of it.But as soon as I hung up the phone, a troubling thought crossed my mind: if it was just a prank, how did the caller know my name so accurately?Lost in my thoughts, I received a video through text from the same unknown number, followed by a message."Don't believe it? Take a close look at the true colors of your husband, Max Jennings."Even the mention of my husband’s name ‘Max Jennings' was alarmingly accurate.A few seconds
It took every ounce of courage I had to tremulously tap open the second video clip.In the video, Max was shown bathing in a transparent glass shower, and two used condoms were lying on the carpet.The mistress purposefully zoomed in and asked Max in the video, "Max, you're so naughty, lying to your wife about being busy with work out of town.""How else would I find time to be with you?" he replied."Isn't she about to give birth? Shouldn't you be there for her?"Max responded nonchalantly, "What's so special about a woman giving birth? If I were there, would it make her suffer any less?""You bad boy! Is it because your wife is pregnant and it's inconvenient that you can't bear to touch her, and now you're so horny? Tonight, I almost broke under you.""Do you think she tastes as good as you?" Max scoffed dismissively, "Even if she wasn't pregnant, I would be too lazy to touch her.""Liar, if you're too lazy to touch her, how did she get pregnant? Could it be that the child in
Max, who was two years ahead of me in college, caught my eye during freshman orientation and it was love at first sight.Clad in a white shirt and black casual pants, Max stood tall at six feet, boasting a lean and beautiful physique reminiscent of a masterpiece crafted by skilled sculptors. Emerging from beneath the lush camphor trees along the campus path, he waved and smiled, with the bright sunlight casting a dappled glow upon him, his eyes sparkling.It was impossible not to be captivated.Once we began dating, I learned that Max was enrolled in the Business School, while I pursued studies in the School of Foreign Languages. On the day we met, he mistook me for a Business School freshman and kindly carried my luggage all the way to my dorm.It was only upon reaching the entrance to my dorm building that he realized I belonged to a different department. However, driven by his love at first sight, he boldly continued with his mistake.He confessed to me that from the moment he
I sat against the headboard of the bed, tears streaming down my face all through the night.I didn't know how to address this unhappy marriage.A cheating husband is like finding a crumpled bill in a ditch—keeping it is distasteful, but throwing it away feels wasteful.If it weren't for the baby on the way, I would easily choose to divorce Max. I, Jen, am not one to hold onto what isn't worth keeping. If it starts well, it should end well too!But with a little one about to enter the world... what should I do?Perhaps sensing my turmoil, the baby kicked against my belly repeatedly, as if trying to calm my emotions.With each kick, my agitation only grew, tears flowing incessantly like a broken faucet.Divorce, then abortion? That's not an option.I believe any mother, after feeling the baby's movements, couldn't bear the thought of parting with them.So, should I divorce and raise the child alone?In today's world, single mothers are common, and women can raise children on th