Holly suddenly raised her hand and slapped Samantha.In the two years she spent taking care of Bryce, she did a lot of physical labor, so she became quite strong over time. Samantha's strength was incomparable to hers. Her face became swollen immediately. The impact caused her to take a few steps back, and she had to hold on to a tree to regain her balance. She held her face with her hand and started to cry. Her eyes suddenly gleamed as she was crying. She yelled toward Holly's direction, "Bryce, she hit me!"Holly turned around and saw Bryce, the tall and handsome man that he was, walk toward them. He was carrying a large takeout box from a restaurant in his left hand. Holly started to feel anxious. He might not have seen Samantha hitting her, but he definitely saw her hitting Samantha. She was afraid that he would yell at her. What she feared most was seeing him defend Samantha. That would humiliate and sadden her. But she didn't say anything. She stood there quietly and
While Holly did slap Samantha the day before, she only slapped one side of her face. It wasn't so swollen, either.Clearly, someone else hit her after their meeting. Holly called Nina. She asked, "Nina, how's Samantha's face?"Nina burst out in laughter. She laughed for quite a while before she said, "She went to a bar to drink last night. She drank until midnight. Then, she was stopped midway when she was heading home."The people got out of their car, knocked her out, and gave her a beating. She had a bodyguard with her, but he was knocked out, too. It's really too funny. I can't help but laugh."After another round of laughter, Holly asked, "Was the police called?""Yes. The police went to check the cameras, but the ones on that street weren't working. They can't find the culprits."Holly sighed in relief. She didn't care who attacked Samantha. The enemy of her enemy was her friend.She paused for a moment before asking, "Did you visit her?"He actually wanted to ask if Br
Holly had only taken a look at the painting. The men were captured before she could restore it.She was confused. "It's been so long. Why hasn't this painting been restored yet?"Annie sighed. "There are procedures for stolen art. It had to be repossessed by the national treasury before the museum could have it. "After it's been sent to the hospital, some experts have to examine it and do some research on it. Then, professional restorers have to come up with a proposal."This entire procedure took a few months. We're inviting you to restore this painting with some other restorers because you were the one who uncovered it. Naturally, it's also what Hayden wants."Holly understood that Hayden was looking out for her. The work done privately by a civilian wouldn't be as formal as work done by government officials. This restoration would put more prestige on her name, even if she didn't really need it. …When she arrived at the restoration room of the Cultural Relic Preservation
Bryce and Holly got to the parking lot and got into the car. Holly wore her seatbelt before asking curiously, "Why did you go to the museum?"Bryce started the car and said casually, "I went overseas on a business trip. I also bought some cultural relics at an auction. I came to donate said relics to the museum."Holly sat up straight. "I thank you on behalf of the country and the people."Bryce glanced at her expressionlessly. "We've only been apart for a few days, and you're starting to talk to me so formally? "Don't think too highly of me. I'm donating the relics because it's good publicity. Also, there are tax benefits."Holly paused for a moment as she stared at his face. She smiled. "You're acting more like an upright businessman."He smiled. "Are you saying I'm very money-minded?"Holly smiled. "I would never.""Where do you want to eat?""Anywhere is fine."Bryce drove her to a building by the river. The name of the place was written on an ancient plaque—The Pala
Samantha scoffed. "So what if you can keep your composure? Everything is futile because you don't have a powerful father. I'm born into privilege, and that makes me better than you. I won against you since birth!"Holly could only chuckle in exasperation."I used to envy you, but now I see how pitiful you are. Apart from having an influential father, you're worthless."Those words gravely insulted Samantha, who considered herself better than everyone.Samantha, who was already boiling with rage, suddenly blew her top. She then lifted her foot to kick Holly's leg.Holly quickly dodged backward when she heard a rush of footsteps. In the blink of an eye, she was pulled into the embrace of a tall figure.Samantha, whose kick missed Holly, was left dumbfounded as she stared at the man who appeared out of nowhere.Holly caught the familiar refreshing and warm tobacco-laced scent of a man. Looking up, she saw that it was Bryce.Quietly sighing in relief, she clutched her pounding ches
"Samantha!" Abraham shouted, then coldly glanced at Holly before hurrying after Samantha.The yard became tranquil again.Holly reached out and silently embraced Bryce. Her heart was in turmoil, and it felt like something was stuck in her throat.As she buried her face in his chest, she couldn't hold back her tears any longer.At this moment, all she felt was reluctance to leave or divorce him.She held onto his waist tightly, feeling powerless despite the strength of her embrace.Bryce lifted her delicate chin when he felt the moisture on his shirt."Are you crying?" he asked.Holly didn't respond. With her eyes red, she pressed her face against Bryce's face again."Don't cry. Your eyes will get all swollen if you keep crying," Bryce coaxed softly, his voice patient.Holly's throat tightened. "Why do you treat me so well?"Bryce raised an eyebrow slightly, a teasing smile playing on his lips."Just because of this one sentence? How are you so easily satisfied, Holls?"Hol
Holly was moved to tears by Sherry's gesture. Unable to reject the older woman, she sat beside her and began to earnestly select a dress.As she preferred a simple and elegant style, she chose a white gown with a slim fit and a long train. It was made of lightweight fabric as white as clouds.Sherry picked up the mouse and asked, "Are you sure you want this one?""Yes, I'm sure. Thank you, Mom.""Alright, then. I'll have someone come to take your measurements. Once we have them, we'll start the dressmaking process tomorrow. It will take quite some time to make the wedding gown.""Okay," Holly replied.While Sherry made a call and summoned her assistant, Holly glanced around the office, which was also Sherry's specious and bright design studio.There were many beautiful wedding gowns displayed on mannequins along the walls.A woman's love for wedding dresses was innate. Even Holly couldn't help but walk over to them.The impact of seeing the actual dresses was much greater than
After changing, Holly walked out of the fitting room. Maria helped her get her measurements and was thorough with her job. After that, Holly sat on the couch and started scrolling on her phone. While in the fitting room earlier, she'd taken a few pictures of herself in the wedding dress. She wanted to keep the prettiest picture as a remembrance, but she looked beautiful in all of them. She didn't have it in her to delete them. Bryce glanced sideways at her and smiled. "Since you like them all so much, you should just do a bridal photo shoot." Holly looked up at him from her phone, surprised. It was a divorce she was going to get. What was the purpose of getting a bridal photo shoot? Bryce reached out to ruffle her hair. "Go for one if you wish to. Don't overthink things," he said. "It's the weekend tomorrow. I'm free in the afternoon. I'll pick you up after I'm done with work."Sherry approached Holly with a glass of milk and handed it to her. "The studio next to our