I cried and apologized to him. I didn't expect this to happen. Colin said it didn't matter and would be alright in the future. He'd been waiting for me for years. He could wait for me longer.I tried, but it still didn't work.One day, his yearning was too intense, and my guilt was too profound. For the first time, I touched him, helping him release his desire.After it was over, Colin shyly lay on my shoulders and massaged my sore arms. "It feels great. Thank you, baby. I want it again tomorrow."I was surprised when he stated that it was his first experience.I couldn't believe that Colin, a nearly 30-year-old man, was still a virgin. He felt embarrassed and angry, claiming that I had no conscience. He had been keeping his virtue for me all these years.Upon hearing that, I forgot the fear and resistance I had just experienced. I only laughed loudly, unstoppable. Colin was so pissed off that he bit my ear until I felt numb....Colin moved everything I left at Felix's rental
Where was Colin? I needed him!I screamed in my heart in fear, trembling and unable to speak.My terrible memories replayed over and over again.My thoughts told me to run away quickly, but my legs were frozen. I couldn't move at all.The aide whispered something to Felix. He tilted his head and "glanced" at me. Immediately afterward, the aide pushed him toward me.They were getting closer. It was so close that I seemed to smell Felix's disgusting scent.Finally, I forced myself to move. I turned around and ran toward the road. In a panic, I bumped into someone."Why are you so panicked?"I heard a familiar, elegant voice. It was Matthew. When he noticed my anxiety, he grabbed my arms and blocked my way. "Did you see a ghost?"Felix did look like a ghost, perhaps even more terrifying than one.The person next to Matthew burst out laughing. It was George who had been missing for two months. He was clad in white, drenched in golden sunlight, and resembled an angel.It was just
I hadn't finished my words when I saw Matthew take a few steps back. He swiftly reached into his pocket for something and threw it toward Felix. The object let out a golden glint as it whizzed straight toward Felix in the wheelchair. Matthew's strike was very strong in both speed and strength.I grabbed Colin's hand to clasp over my mouth, stopping the scream that was about to escape.To be honest, I didn't care if Felix got hurt, but I didn't want Matthew to be implicated because of me. Perhaps this incident might not be a big deal as he could easily settle it with little effort given his status and position. But still, it wasn't a good thing because I didn't want to keep owing him favors. I was afraid that I couldn't ever repay him.If Felix really couldn't see, then Matthew's attack would undoubtedly injure him.The attack came so suddenly that even the aide couldn't react in time. Just as the golden object was about to hit Felix's left eye, he turned the wheelchair's direct
We could no longer return to the past.Why would you behave like this, Felix?"Lulu, everything's fine now. Cheer up. I like the old fearless you better." Matthew stood in front of me, his tall figure casting a shadow over me.The moment I looked up, I saw a faint glimmer in his eyes that had a mix of anticipation, fondness, concern, and resignation.Indeed, there was an insurmountable gap between him and me, making both of us helpless.I could only dryly thank him for his repeated assistance.He raised his hand as if he wanted to ruffle my hair, but he changed the direction of his hand to pat his own neck after seeing Colin's dark expression. "There's no need to thank me. If you ever need anything in the future, you can always look for me. George still has other matters to attend to. I'll also take my leave now."After I bade George farewell, the two of them turned and left with an arm on each others' shoulders."Thank you!" Colin shouted after them.Matthew's figure paused
"Who says I'm gonna marry you? Don't forget you're still on probation."Colin looked at me dotingly, saying that he could wait until I willingly gave myself to him. Then, he would announce to the world that I was his woman.Everything related to the car accident finally came to an end. The past few months' struggles had made everyone upset.Fortunately, the outcome was what everyone wished for.Colin explained the situation about Felix faking his injuries to Uncle Austin and Aunt Mel. They decided to come over on a weekend. Colin went over to the rental house as well, saying that he wanted to clarify everything with Felix in front of their parents.…It was raining lightly that day. After we went to the airport to pick Uncle Austin and Aunt Mel up, I returned to the school dormitory.Colin suggested I stay at his house, but I refused. I was worried that they might talk for a long time in the rental house, and he would be too tired if he insisted on rushing back.Besides, if he
I answered the incoming video call, and my eyes fell on Queenie's thin and haggard face. I found it to be a painful sight. Since Felix's surgery, I had been busy drawing and finding time to take care of him. My mood became so depressed that I even lost contact with my close friends.Whenever someone called, I was not in the mood to talk much and would hang up quickly.I didn't expect that in just two months of not seeing each other, Queenie would become so thin. The weariness and sadness in her eyes were so heavy that she no longer looked like a woman in her early 20s.She looked more like an elderly person who had experienced life's hardships.She had always been a positive and optimistic person. She had a particularly straightforward personality. The only thing that could torment her like this would be love.Since college, Queenie and Fylnn had been entangled with each other. They had been through many ups and downs over the years. If someone were to say that there was no bo
After hearing Queenie's words, I was furious. For the first time in my life, profanities slipped out of my mouth.What kind of people were they? They fabricated accusations against others. Who gave them the right to do that? Was it just because they were wealthier? Money was a good thing, but it was meant to improve lives, not to be used as a tool to attack and oppress others."Flynn…" Queenie cried so hard that she couldn't catch her breath. She stammered her words, "When they came to cause trouble, all the employees were having a meeting in the lobby. There were more than a hundred people, and they were all just watching me being scolded like that. "Even those colleagues who had a good relationship with me were pointing fingers at me. It was as if I had really done something disgraceful."But that's not the point. I don't care how others view me. My main concern is Flynn."When he rushed over, I had just slapped that woman. Her mother came over and grabbed my hair. She pressed
Queenie cried so hard that she couldn't speak. Tears streamed down her thin face as she cried, feeling immense pain and despair. "Flynn is just a bastard. You love him so much. How could he do that to you?"I was a soft-hearted person and couldn't stand seeing others cry. Queenie was crying so sadly that I couldn't help but cry too. I felt sorry for her pure heart and for the sake of all the good times we had shared over the years.I really couldn't believe that the charming and sometimes unruly Flynn, who swore to love Queenie for a lifetime, turned out to be a scumbag.And the silly Queenie was truly hurt this time."Lulu, I don't want to love him anymore. I want to leave this place and never look back again." Her painful cries buried her bright self, and in its place, there was only deep despair. Flynn Hayes, look at what you did. You'd better not regret it. Otherwise, even if you realized you were wrong, there would be no chance for redemption."If you've made up your mind
Luna furiously scolded me, asserting that I didn't deserve Queenie's love and that Queenie had been blind to my true colors all those years. Driven mad by desperation, I chased after Queenie, determined to tell her I was wrong and plead for another chance to prove myself. However, the young man intervened, delivering a swift and punishing combination of punches and kicks that knocked me to the ground. Humiliated, I struggled to get up and fight back, unwilling to lose to another man.Despite his youthful appearance, the look in his eyes as he glanced at Queenie was undeniable. It was a blend of love, desire, and possessiveness only a man could understand.I was consumed by the thought that he wasn't worthy of my precious Queenie's love.Nevertheless, my body felt heavy and powerless. It was as if the strength had been drained from me. The blows rained down on me, bringing with them a strange sense of relief amidst the pain. Part of me yearned for him to kick me harder, inflict
I wanted nothing more than to run to Queenie, to hold her tightly and tell her how much I missed her during those endless days apart. I wanted to kiss her deeply and feel the warmth of her embrace. I called out, "Queenie, I'm here."Seeing me seemed to jolt Queenie from her joyous state, replacing it with a vacant expression. Mere moments before, she had been smiling brightly, her eyes aglow with happiness. Now, she appeared lost, her initial elation dissipating into a blank, unresponsive gaze.I couldn't understand why she had turned so distant upon seeing me. The love and joy that once shone in her eyes were nowhere to be found. As I observed her, I wondered if our time apart had caused her to forget. Or perhaps the events of the past had wounded her so profoundly that she had stopped waiting for me.The thoughts terrified me, and I dared not ask for fear of confirming my suspicions. All I wanted was to hold her, kiss her, and tell her how much I missed her. Yet, it seemed tha
I had no interest in Daniela's pregnancy, so I kicked her out of the house. My friends came to console me, each expressing their sympathies with a drink because they didn't know how else to comfort me.The money I had sent to Queenie's account was quickly returned as the account had been closed. Her phone number became unreachable, and when I sought her at her parents' home, I found the elderly couple waiting anxiously for their daughter's return. I lost not only Queenie but any connection to her. I grew disinterested in everything, neglecting my company and spending my days in a drunken haze.Then, my uncle came. We drank through the night as he shared tales of his hardships, the painful memories of his mother, and the years he spent alone, suffering.He said, "Everyone has their fate, Flynn. And choosing one thing often means losing another. Just as you've chosen to fight for the family business, you've sacrificed a part of yourself. But you must rise and fight me with all you'v
Queenie would then jump off the cliff, leaving me to jolt awake in a cold sweat. I endured each twilight in my hopeless vigil, counting down the days.On the 75th day, the door finally unlocked. I stepped outside and realized that this was the neighborhood where Queenie and I lived. All this time, we had been mere yards apart.My mom truly knew how to break a person's spirit. All I had to do was lift my head to see the pomegranate tree planted in our yard.I stumbled toward our home, my wounds screaming as I desperately called for Queenie. But the immaculate house stood eerily silent, echoing my footsteps like thunder.Except for Queenie, every possession remained meticulously in place—the exquisite clothes, expensive jewelry, and designer cosmetics.Queenie was gone, and the thought of losing her drove me into a frenzy.I collapsed in the middle of the room, sobbing uncontrollably. Regret consumed me. I should have never let my family's threats manipulate me and left Queenie to
I clenched my fists, barely resisting the urge to rush over to Queenie's side. All I wanted was to embrace her and whisper assurances that I would protect her, always. But I knew I had no right to do so.My dad's threat hung heavy in my mind, and the stares of Daniela and her mother bore into Queenie like daggers. One wrong move or word and those blades would descend upon Queenie, cutting her to shreds.The pain was unbearable. I felt sorry for Queenie. I was powerless and couldn't help her. With all my heart, I wished for her to stay strong and survive. She deserved better than me. Daniela's mother slapped Queenie, calling her a whore and a homewrecker, accusing her of seducing other people's boyfriends.Queenie stood rigidly, her gaze filled with humiliation. Her lips trembled, and the light in her eyes gradually faded.I winced in agony but held myself together, picking up Daniela and walking away.Countless times afterward, I berated myself for choosing to take Daniela away
We both knew the truth—neither of us could cross the chasm that had formed between our hearts.After that, I went home almost every day. We managed to maintain a semblance of normalcy in our day-to-day lives. We prepared sumptuous dinners and tended to our garden. I even considered adopting a pet to keep Queenie company while I was away.However, no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't rekindle the warmth we had once shared. Queenie hardly smiled anymore. No matter what I did to cheer her up, she would only give a half-hearted smile, her eyes remaining cold and distant.I knew something had transpired during our separation, but she refused to discuss it. My attempts to uncover the truth through private investigators were in vain. Any evidence had been meticulously erased.Eventually, I realized Queenie was simply biding her time, waiting for the moment when she would be forced to relinquish all hope and leave.A month later, my mother joyfully told me that Daniela was pregnant an
I grabbed a brush from the bathroom and scrubbed myself furiously, desperate to wash away the overwhelming sense of filth. Even as the rough bristles tore into my skin, drawing blood and causing searing pain, I felt no closer to feeling clean.My mind was consumed with thoughts of Queenie and the nearly five years we had spent together—the happy moments, the arguments, every single memory.At that moment, I realized I was terrified. Never before had I experienced such abject fear. Knowing Queenie's uncompromising stance on love and fidelity, I knew she would never forgive me once she discovered my transgression.She would undoubtedly turn and leave, heedless of any pleas I might make. I probably wouldn't even have the courage to ask for her forgiveness in the face of her justified anger.I regretted everything. If I had listened to my friends and taken Queenie away from all this, none of this would have happened. But I had hesitated. Even now, I couldn't be certain if my hesitati
Yesterday afternoon, my dad called and demanded that I make a decision within two days, or they would take action.I felt cornered because I genuinely didn't know how to talk to Queenie about this. The mere idea of her packing her belongings and leaving, accompanied by the unspeakable anguish it would inflict upon me, was a burden too heavy to bear.I wasn't sure if I could ever have a semblance of normality in my life again after that.So, I gathered some friends to drink with me. I drank heavily because I had made a decision—a disgraceful, heartless decision. The thought of what I would have to face the next day made life seem hopeless, so I drank even more.Before losing consciousness, I handed my car keys to my assistant, using my last bit of clarity to tell him to take me home no matter what state I was in.Even if it meant returning to the Hayes family's residence, he should not leave me out on the streets. Despite the imminent breakup, I wanted to part ways with Queenie in
My mom proved to be even more ruthless than my dad. She found me, dropped to her knees without a word, and begged me. She reminded me of the years they had spent raising me, pleading that I ensure they wouldn't be left without a sense of security in their old age.In essence, they were pressuring me to abandon everything. I was to pursue money and power for their sake, secure the Hayes family's head position, and ensure our grip on wealth and influence. Their priority was maintaining their luxurious, elevated lifestyle. My happiness, my desires—whether I even wanted those things—meant nothing to them. Sometimes, it felt like I was nothing more than a tool for achieving their ambitions.My dad told me bluntly that he would go after Queenie if I didn't comply. He said, "You're right. I'm incapable of outmaneuvering your uncle. But no matter how incompetent I am, I can easily make Queenie's life in Harveyton unbearable."To be honest, that day was the coldest my heart had ever felt