Jasmine's expression morphed into a caricature of hatred, like a movie villain poisoned by a potent concoction. Her teeth gnashed furiously, mirroring the rage she undoubtedly felt toward me. Anyone hearing such a description wouldn't struggle to imagine the depths of her loathing.I subtly nudged Colin to observe her reaction, but he simply stroked my hair with a casual air before settling next to me. He remained silent by my side, not even sparing her a glance.Since it was still early, I continued painting for a while. It was nearly 7:00 pm when my stomach growled. I reluctantly stopped painting to get food. Jasmine, too, wrapped up her work and took out her phone to make a call. As she waited for the call to go through, she stared at Colin next to me.I wondered if she was calling Colin. After all, she had been brazen in her attempts to snare Colin. A barrage of questions flooded my mind. Why was she neglecting her rehabilitation? Was a lifetime in a wheelchair truly a wor
"Jasmine is like a psychopath. When will she be normal again? Her constant schemes are getting tiresome," I lamented. "But I think it's rather enjoyable for us to deal with her together. We can't stop her anyway, so just treat it as a game of sorts."Colin was right. Dealing with a hypocritical woman could be a wonderful experience for us....Our dinner was a mini barbecue feast. I liked chicken better than mutton; I enjoyed eating it and often dipped it in the spicy sauce.Colin, on the other hand, had a lighter diet. Despite not being a fan of barbecue, he joined me. He only ate some vegetables, potatoes, cucumbers, and mushrooms. He reminded me to eat more vegetables when he noticed my penchant for spicy food. Just as I was requesting more sauce, Queenie called. Nearly a week had passed since Colin and I moved in together. I had previously agreed to video chat with her daily. But it was hard to implement because we were both so busy.By the time I finished work each day,
"Get lost, Lulu. You can't go a day without stirring up trouble, can you? I don't have the energy to deal with you. Get lost." Queenie clenched her fists tightly and cursed at me with a grimace.From her expression, I knew she disagreed with my words. Or perhaps she wanted to mask her gradually softening heart behind her dissatisfaction.Since she wanted me to leave, then so be it. I'd just get lost and leave space for them to nurture their relationship.After having a tiff with Queenie and giving Jasmine a good scolding, I let out a lot of pent-up frustration. My mood suddenly became much brighter. It seemed that swearing at people could make one feel healthier.I initially thought that with the college backing us up and professors supporting us, things would naturally progress favorably, and no one would disrupt my relationship with Colin. After all, we had support and weren't fighting alone.However, reality proved me wrong. I underestimated how far Jasmine would go to get what
Nowadays, not only was Jasmine Colin's savior, but she was also his partner in the college collaboration and a prestigious client of his. If she was displeased, it could mean trouble for the entire team.This was the first major project Colin had taken on since joining Jesselton College as a lecturer. Any mishap in the project could greatly affect Colin. If Jasmine pulled any more dirty tricks, Colin could find himself blacklisted from the industry.No matter how jealous I might feel, I still understood the urgency and importance of the situation. I should tolerate it for Colin's sake, as long as she didn't go too far.Colin reluctantly answered the call. The next moment, Jasmine's heavily made-up face appeared on the screen.I was utterly speechless.She had dolled herself up so intricately in the middle of the night just to impress Colin. Her intention was evident, and it was somewhat distasteful. I couldn't believe she was so invested in seducing a taken man.I pulled a disple
The term clothing covered a wide range of items—underwear, socks, and pajamas—all were to be included.Jasmine implied that Colin didn't even need to prepare underwear as she had already taken care of it. Who gave her the authority to prepare underwear for someone else's boyfriend?I wondered if she even knew Colin's size. I hadn't even bought him something so intimate yet. Was Jasmine going to take on the role of buying underwear for Colin?That went beyond mere audacity. She was utterly shameless. With that thought in mind, I was on the verge of losing it.Jasmine seemed to not understand my point, or perhaps she didn't care about what I meant. She simply nodded as if it were nothing. "Of course, partners of the Taylor Group are esteemed, so such treatment isn't unusual."Her explanation seemed a bit stretched. Did the Taylor Group really provide underwear for every business partner? It seemed bizarre just thinking about it. I wondered how many families the Taylor Group had ruin
At that moment, I felt utterly powerless.Meanwhile, Colin was in the same predicament as well. He reluctantly agreed to this urgent assignment since he couldn't refuse Jasmine's and the college's demands.With Jasmine being the client, no matter how furious or indignant he was, he couldn't let his personal feelings affect their collaboration.If he were to refuse, it wouldn't only cause significant financial losses for the college but also thrust Colin into the public eye, potentially tarnishing his reputation as a lecturer at Jesselton College and within the industry. After that, Colin initiated another video call with Jasmine. At that moment, his overall presence exuded an air of coldness and aloofness, completely unlike his usual self. "The college has already informed me about the urgent business trip. I'll handle my own packing. As for you, Ms. Jasmine, considering your distinguished status, I suggest that you bring along a personal assistant." After receiving the call f
Colin gazed at the pile on the floor, massaged his temples between chuckles and sighs, and took matters into his own hands by sorting through the items. In the end, he managed to fit everything into half of the baggage.I eyed the dozen of underwear that had been placed on the couch, and seizing the opportunity while Colin wasn't looking, I discreetly stuffed it into the bottom of his baggage. When he returned from washing his hands, Colin noticed my covert actions. He chuckled as he affectionately ruffled my hair and then closed the lid of his baggage.Colin had always been both understanding and indulgent toward me."What's so funny? I'm being serious here. If you need anything, buy it yourself or tell me to send it over to you. Whatever you do, don't wear anything she packed for you, especially—" My voice faltered, and I couldn't bring myself to utter the word "underwear" as it sounded somewhat too intimate.Despite sleeping together for so long, Colin and I have only ever s
After saying that, Colin personally opened the front passenger door and settled into the seat.While it was a seemingly insignificant action, Colin's behavior spoke volumes and instilled an unwavering sense of security in me.Perhaps accustomed to Colin's rejections, Jasmine remained unfazed, sitting upright with a practiced smile plastered on her face. A hint of smugness flickered beneath the surface, subtle yet undeniable.After all, she had successfully whisked him away for the business trip, so why let trivial matters dampen her spirits?As the sedan moved forward, I stood by the roadside, waving incessantly. Although I was already prepared for it, when the moment of parting finally arrived, I found myself at a loss for words. I could only watch with a bittersweet smile as my beloved drove away into the distance.Colin lowered the car window, extended his arm outside the sedan, and waved. As he waved, his eyes were filled with affection, and his face radiated a gentle smile