"No matter what you do to me, as long as I’m still alive, I’ll keep pestering you like I did today. I kissed your lips this time. Next time, I’ll do it again until you promise me." Zachary’s eyes were getting colder and colder. He looked as if he was about to tear Charlotte to pieces at any time. Charlotte's heart felt like it was jumping out of her chest, but she tried her best to look at him indifferently. Tick. Tick. Tick. The second hand of the European-style clock on the wall was ticking rhythmically. It was the only sound in the lobby. Everyone seemed to have turned into a sculpture as they stared at the woman with their eyes wide open. She was at a disadvantage, but she was still talking to Mr. Connor with extreme arrogance. Had she gone crazy? However, even a lunatic would not dare speak to Mr. Connor like that! Minutes and seconds went by. The two of them stayed in a stalemate just like that. The atmosphere in the lobby was suffocating. It lasted for
The moment the car stopped, Charlotte's stomach started churning. She pushed the car door and threw up violently. "You’re the first driver I’ve ever seen who drove themselves to the point of sickness." A cold, magnetic male voice came from above. Charlotte looked up. She did not know when Zachary had gotten out of the car. He leaned lazily on the door with his arms folded in front of his chest as he watched her with a calm, playful gaze. Charlotte smiled reluctantly. "Whatever. I won, so it's time for you to keep your promise." "Did you win?" Zachary sneered and stretched his right arm in front of Charlotte. "See for yourself." Charlotte looked down, and the time displayed on Zachary’s luxury watch pierced her eyes like a needle. It was 12:02! She was two minutes late! She had tried everything desperately, but in the end, she had still lost. "You’re courageous and you did try hard. Your driving skills are pretty decent too. Unfortunately, some things just aren’t m
Charlotte couldn't help but smile. "So you haven't gotten off work yet, right?" The woman looked at the couple bitterly. "Of course not. Their divorce is more important than anything. Even if I don't get to eat or starve to death by the workstation, I still have to work overtime for them to get divorced." "Okay, got it. Thank you..." Charlotte turned to look at Zachary. "Mr. Connor, you heard that, right?" Zachary looked disdainful. "You’re simply wasting my time." This woman just would not stop! She had clearly lost, so what was the point of pulling him here just to listen to this female staff member complain? Charlotte raised her face. "Mr. Connor, surely someone as smart as you would know that he’s lost?" As if he had just heard a huge joke, Zachary had a combination of joy and anger in his eyes, which looked like a painting. "According to the bet we agreed on, if you got to the city hall before noon, you’d be considered the winner. When you arrived, it was alrea
"..." Mr. Zebrowski was obviously dumbfounded. He couldn’t help looking at Charlotte Simmons, who was sitting next to Zachary Connor. She had to be Mr. Connor's wife-to-be, right? Couples who came to the city hall to receive their marriage certificate would normally be filled with joy, so why was Mr. Connor’s expression as dark as night? Fine! Mr. Connor always had the same cold look, as if he had facial paralysis. How many people had actually seen him smile? When Mr. Zebrowski saw Zachary Connor's straight face, he did not dare speak anymore and he hurriedly arranged for someone to go through the marriage procedure for Zachary Connor and Charlotte Simmons. A few minutes later, Charlotte and Zachary took their wedding photos. The photographer looked at Zachary Connor's face through the lens. "Please smile, sir." Zachary Connor was expressionless. The photographer said, "Most people only get married once in their lives. This wedding photo will likely follow you for t
Charlotte Simmons, the woman who had been betrayed and hurt by the person she’d loved the most, was in the same boat with him. She had ulterior motives for marrying him, but she’d smiled very brightly! Charlotte Simmons, the woman who had beaten him in a bet twice in a row! Charlotte Simmons, a weak but stubborn woman! Charlotte Simmons... Darn it! What had happened to him? His marriage to that woman was nothing more than a deal. Why couldn’t he stop thinking about her name? When Charlotte drove home, she drove past Bryson's seaside villa. She saw Bryson walking by the man-made lake outside the courtyard while holding Tiffany. "Bryce, the person in that car looks like Charlotte." Tiffany pointed at Charlotte from a distance. Bryson turned his gaze to Charlotte. Charlotte did not stop or slow down. She simply drove away. The moment she had burned Bryson's belongings with her own hands, she and Bryson had been completely over! She was Zachary Connor's wife now.
Victor Rutherford grinned. "Did you think I wouldn’t know? It’s precisely because you married Zachary Connor that I’m even more excited." "..." Charlotte panicked. She had not expected Victor to be so audacious even though he knew that she was Zachary Connor's wife. "Charlotte, although it’s a little inconvenient for you since you’ve just given birth, I don't care. Today, I’ll ask the bodyguard to record the entire process and post it online… Of course, I won’t expose my own face. I’ll get someone to blur my face out, but your face will be completely exposed. You’ll lose your reputation as the most wanted socialite. When that happens, Zachary Connor will definitely look down on you and kick you out." Charlotte looked at Victor as though she was looking at a monster. "Victor Rutherford, you’re crazy!" "Even if I'm crazy, it’s because of you, you disobedient, rebellious woman! Ha ha..." "Ha ha ha ha..." While Victor was laughing maniacally, he pounced on Charlotte. He
Zachary took a few big steps on his long legs and, in the blink of an eye, he was already next to the sofa. Victor Rutherford was fat and shaped like an egg. He also weighed more than 180 pounds. Zachary's strength was so great that he grabbed Victor by his clothes and lifted him away from Charlotte before throwing him on the ground. "Ouch…" Victor was stunned by Zachary’s aura. He was thrown to the ground face-down, and though he was hurting and bleeding, he dared not scream in pain. He could only endure it and look at Zachary fearfully. The two bodyguards who were holding Charlotte's hands and feet let go of her and stood there in a daze. They did not even dare breathe. "Tell me what the consequences of upsetting me are." Zachary's voice was like a wind blowing from the top of a snow-capped mountain, coming down on Victor coldly. Victor shuddered in fear. "Mr. Connor, I swear I won’t ever do it again in the future. I deserve to die! I deserve it! I deserve it..." Vict
“Stop dreaming,” Zachary replied, his voice emotionless as he looked icily at the woman in front of him. “I would have done the same for any woman that became my wife. You’re not special at all.”Charlotte’s lips curled into a self-deprecating smile as she said, “Save your breath. I know my own place.”She wasn’t special?The higher the status of a person, the more they cared about their reputation. She had publicly defeated Zachary twice and won two bets. In other words, she had left him with an egg on his face twice in public. Therefore, it was considered a blessing from God that Zachary was not holding a grudge against her, and she was not foolish enough to think that she deserved a special place in his heart. Zachary did not answer but scanned her up and down with a clearly disdainful gaze. Then, he turned around and left the bathroom. He slammed the door shut. His black, jewel-like eyes were dark as he listened to the rippling sound of water that wafted from the bathroom.