Sigrid felt that both of them had a different understanding of the concept of spending money. Perhaps for George, he would consider that all the money spent on all the suits, clothing, ties, and shoes in his wardrobe was indeed nothing. Perhaps he didn't even include this three thousand dollar meal in his expenses. In other words, perhaps he was spending a lot, but didn't realise it? At the thought of this, Sigrid said with a serious face, "You may think that you don't spend a lot, but I think you do. From today onwards, you have to report all your expenses to me!" "Why?" George frowned. "It's a well-known fact that every man who loves his wife will hand over his savings and salary to her," Sigrid said with an innocent look on her face and an expectant light in her eyes. Her eyes seemed to be asking George, "Are you able to reject this fact?" George was speechless. How could she be threatening him with such a cute expression? Was it because she knew
Looking at her innocent-looking eyes, George's suspicions were confirmed. He leaned close to her and said in a low voice, "Wait for my punishment tonight!" What had she done? Why was he going to punish her that night? She was dumbfounded. Seeing her act as if she didn't know what was going on, George had already thought of what he would make her say that night to 'forgive' her. Even after George had left the house, Sigrid still sat at the dining table with a stunned expression on her face. She didn't know what she'd done to provoke him at all. Why did he want to punish her? Finally, she gave up and stopped thinking about it. At around three in the afternoon, Sigrid got ready and asked the chauffeur to drop her at the shopping mall. After looking around for a long time, she finally found a counter selling dance outfits in the departmental store. Since she was going to surprise George, she had to choose carefully. Sigrid chose an all-red outfit
In the spacious gym, aside from all the fitness equipment, there was a sturdy pole... George unconsciously gulped and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you doing a pole dance?" Sigrid pursed her lips. "Yes, but... I'm not very good at it. I'll give it my best, though." When she'd learned this in school, she'd felt embarrassed and hadn't been able to really pick it up. She'd only managed to pick up some of it under Rachel's intensive training. It'd been a while since she'd last done this. She hoped everything went smoothly and that she wouldn't make a fool out of herself in front of George. George nodded. He felt that she didn't really need much skill for this. Even if she just twisted and turned a little, he'd give up his life for her! Sigrid didn't know what was going on in George's mind. She dragged George closer to the pole and said, "Hold on a second. Let me put on some music." George lowered his head and saw that although her makeup was very glamoro
At first, George didn't understand what she was blabbering about. After listening more closely, he finally realized what she was talking about. He glanced over at the dishes on the table. Although it was only for the two of them, the chef had prepared eight dishes and a big bowl of soup. Among them, two of the dishes placed in front of him were good for his vigor, and even the soup was... In addition to what she'd just said, did she think that he could not satisfy her in fact? But that he had to force himself to satisfy her because she was too needy? So she had to advise him to take it easy? George stared at her curiously and asked, "Do you think I'm weak? I didn't satisfy you the night before?" "No, that's not what I meant!" Sigrid's face immediately turned red. "I... I'm just worried for you." Without George's orders, the chef wouldn't possibly prepare such a meal, especially the two dishes that were placed in front of George. In the past, Kama of
Sigrid started her prescription from that day's dinner. As they were both still healthy, they only had to take their prescriptions twice a week. However, Sigrid had to keep a close eye on her anemia and take some supplements before her dinner from that day onwards. In fact, Sigrid enjoyed these supplements. She had medicinal herb broth that night and she'd be having some red date tea after she returned from school the next day. On top of that, her breakfast had been changed to food that was easily digested, such as porridge. She was only allowed to have one bowl of rice for her lunch and dinner. However, George had arranged for her to have some snacks in the afternoon and after dinner so that she would not starve. They followed Xavier's instructions to eat less but to have more meals. This made Sigrid a little worried. According to her schedule, she had five meals a day. Would she gain weight from this? Sigrid felt a little helpless, but since this was a
Cyrus nodded and asked, "What's your major?" "I major in dancing..." Rachel was so excited she could die. Even though they'd had dinner on Valentine's Day, it was with other crew members. Moreover, they'd occasionally acted together on set, but he rarely took the initiative to talk to her, so she didn't dare approach him either. She was afraid she'd disturb him and he'd be annoyed. She didn't expect that his sister would also be a student in University A. "What a coincidence. My sister is also majoring in dancing." Cyrus smiled. At that moment, the owner served two portions of dumplings. Rachel stared at the dumplings and felt a little embarrassed. The dumplings here weren't that big, so she'd ordered a large size for herself... "You don't look like the type to eat that much." Cyrus joked. He'd also ordered a large size. For a man, it wasn't considered a lot. Rachel almost cried. If she had known she would be eating with Cyrus, she would
"Okay." Cyrus nodded with a smile. Rachel was delighted that he'd agreed. She took him to the milk tea shop. After they'd ordered two cups of milk tea and sat down by a wall covered in notes. Rachel said, "People often come here to write down their wishes and stick them on this wall. It doesn't really work, but people still like to do this." Cyrus looked up and saw the notes. He said, "I suppose most of these were written by girls." "Basically. It's very rare for boys to do this," Rachel replied. "Have you ever written anything?" He asked curiously. "Of course." Rachel was a little embarrassed, as what she'd written was about Cyrus. "What did you write?" He was even more curious now. "That's a secret!" He was stunned by her words, then he burst into laughter and swept his gaze over the wall to look for her wish. Seeing him look at the notes so closely, Rachel felt a little flustered. He wouldn't be able to find it, would he? N
"I see." Cyrus was a little surprised. "Then please take good care of my sister." "Sure!" Rachel patted her chest. After Cyrus left, Rachel went back to her dormitory. Rachel was a little surprised when she saw her two new roommates. One of them was a pretty girl named Alisa Toland, who'd arrived that morning. As for Ariel, she had yet to see her, because after lunch, she went straight to the dance classroom, and did not return to the dormitory at all. As soon as Rachel returned to the dormitory and saw Ariel from the back, she was shocked by her height. She had to be about one hundred seventy centimeters tall. Not only was she tall, she was also very skinny. With a body like that, she could easily be a model! Hearing the door swing open, she turned and their eyes met. Rachel was a little taken aback by Ariel's appearance. She'd looked so good from the back, but why was her face so normal? Her body was really nice. Though she was tall and slend
"Okay." Grace agreed and said, "I have something else to discuss with you." When he finally heard this sentence, Zaden knew that there must've been something going on. "What's the matter?" As they talked, they went into the lounge. Zaden also specifically told the secretaries that no one was allowed to come in and disturb him before work in the afternoon. These words made the secretaries' eyes turn red. Since he had ordered them to keep everyone out of his office while he was inside with a woman, it was hard to control their imaginations from running wild. "How's your investigation on my surrogacy?" Grace asked. Zaden had thought that Grace's patience was wearing thin, and so she had sought him out for an update on his progress. Feeling a little ashamed, he said, "I'm sorry. There hasn't been any progress so far. You know that information on surrogacy is highly secured. It won't be so easy for my subordinates to investigate it." "It's okay. You
"Stop!" Grace made a gesture and said, "I'm going to the Empire Group. Do you want to go with me?" "Oh?" Gentry was flustered for a moment and then realized that he had almost gotten himself in trouble. He quickly said goodbye. "Sorry, sorry for bothering you. It's my fault!" Grace shook her head helplessly. She went to the kitchen to bring the toiletries she had prepared for Zaden, and set off for the Empire Group. Grace took a cab, as she didn't have the nerve to ask her chauffeurs to give her a ride. This was the first time Grace had taken the initiative to go there. She didn't know whether she was going to meet Zaden or not, but the staff at the front desk had changed since the last time she had went to deliver food and she didn't know when it had happened. Hence, the new staff didn't know her at all. However, when she saw that Grace was dressed up very beautifully and elegantly, she guessed that Grace must be someone important. Naturally, she didn't d
This time, Grace took the initiative. She stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around Zaden's neck, and took the initiative to plant her pink lips on his. The chaste kisses turned into lingering kisses. Zaden had always restrained himself very much. Every time he met Grace, he always felt that he was on the verge of losing control. "Well, I can't believe that you are so obedient today. Go to sleep. If you kiss me again, I might not remain chaste. You won't have a chance to sleep even if you want to," said Zaden. After going to bed, Grace took the initiative to cradle into Zaden's arms. Just like Dulcie acting like a spoiled child, Grace had also put all of her heart and soul into Zaden, like a spoiled child. The next day, there was still no sign of Zaden at breakfast in the Andrew household. "Oh? Dad's gone again..." Dulcie said regretfully. Douglas found that his sister was upset, thus he comforted her, "It doesn't matter, Dulcie. Daddy need
The silent confrontation was still going on, and Zaden was waiting. When would Moira give in? Moira was also waiting. When would Zaden be gracious enough to let her go? However, perhaps these two people didn't know each other very well. They both had naive expectations that were absolutely wrong and impossible to achieve from the beginning. "It's so cold..." Moira murmured in a low voice. As she spoke, a puff of white vapor immediately appeared in front of her lips. Even though kneeling down like this was not a big deal, Moira had always been pampered and had grown up a spoiled child. She had never suffered this kind of hardship before. Her body could not bear it either. She only felt that her legs were on the verge of losing its strength and becoming numb. The rain grew heavier and heavier, and the wind and rain swayed. Flowers in the garden were beaten into a mess by the rain, as so was Moira. Moira's body had reached its limit, and she could not catch h
"Plop—" Moira's kneecaps hit the ground, the sound of it ringing crisp. Grace was dumbfounded. She looked at Moira, who was kneeling in front of her, and could not say anything for a while. As for Zaden, there was not even the slightest expression on his face. "What, what are you doing?" Grace asked. She instinctively stood up from her chair as she took in the scene before her, at a complete loss of what to do. Moira glanced at her. Sometimes, when one's ego was at one's feet, one becomes more able to take humiliation than usual. She replied with indifference, "Why are you so agitated? I'm not kneeling at you. Don't think too much of yourself." Moira looked at Zaden and said, "Zaden, I beg you, please have mercy on the Coulson family. No matter what you demand, as long as I can do it, you can demand it!" Zaden frowned and said, "Kneel further if you want to. You're an eyesore right now." Mercy? For someone like Zaden, mercy had always bee
"No, Mother, if Zaden takes over the Coulson Group, then we..." Moira could not continue speaking. She did not even want to imagine what would happen. "You understand now? I thought a donkey kicked you in the brain!" "That... That won't do. I'll go beg him right now!" Moira shouted. Now that things had come to this, it was obvious that Zaden's target was Moira. Although she was extremely unwilling, she would have to make a stand against him now. No matter what she would have to experience, she had to protect the company. She could not lose everything. She rushed to the Andrew family villa, but Moira was not even allowed through the main entrance. "Let me in!" Moira began making a scene outside. She made such a ruckus that it was difficult for the people inside to ignore her. "Mr. Andrew, Miss Coulson is causing a scene outside, this..." the butler informed Zaden "Let her be," Zaden said expressionlessly. This was not the first
Grace frowned before cutting Moira off. "Moira, there's no use in talking to me like that. I just want to know who it is. Tell me the truth!" "Do you think I'll tell you just because you want to know?" Moira scoffed before retorting, "Who do you think you are?" "Does this mean that you admit you used Mr. Yale's name to deceive me?" Grace quickly latched onto the loophole in Moira's words. "Hah, I didn't say that. You're just making things up." Moira was still as stubborn as a mule. She once again diverted the topic so that she could insult and ridicule Grace. All sorts of vulgarities came through the call, and each minute that passed only pushed a person's limits even further. Grace felt nothing at Moira's words. However, Zaden, who was next to her, did not want to hear any more of it. He was on his last straw, so he grabbed the phone to end the call. "Are you stupid? Just letting her scold you like that?" Zaden asked, his tone sour. "As long a
"Mr. Yale and his wife are quite old, so having children has been difficult for them. In the beginning, they contacted many surrogacy agencies. However, Mr. Yale was extremely cautious when it came to picking a surrogate mother. This caused a lot of trouble to the agencies since the surrogate mothers they suggested never met his standards." "Later, Mr. Yale thought about going abroad to find a surrogate mother. However, right at the critical moment, he suddenly found out that Mrs. Yale was already pregnant!" "The pleasant surprise caused them to give up their search for a surrogate mother. After all, Mrs. Yale wasn't getting any younger and they both went through a lot to get this son, so that's why the Yale family treats him so preciously." As Zaden listened to the report from his subordinate on the other end of the call, his mood grew complicated. The only way he could clear his mind was to focus on the fact that the night wind had blown his body cold. To be h
Mr. Yale's word of thanks was like a knife stabbing into Grace's heart. How could she be worthy of his gratitude? She could not take it anymore and felt like returning to the car to escape the situation. Mr. Yale withdrew his hand in embarrassment. Even he, who was usually slick and smooth, could not find the right words to say at this time. Zaden tried to smooth things over by saying, "I'm sorry, she was one of the victims too, so..." "I understand," Mr. Yale said with a nod. "We understand and more than anything else, we thank you, Mr. Andrew. You've worked hard today. We won't take up any more of your time. You should go back early and rest. We will definitely drop by next time to properly thank you." Zaden nodded and turned to get in the car. Dulcie was all worn out from crying too long, so she was curled up in her seat and fast asleep. Zaden asked softly, "What on earth happened before I arrived?" Grace suddenly turned teary-eyed. The tear