After speaking, Jessica turned and left. Wendy furrowed her brow. What kind of game was Jessica playing?Soon, Sienna's scream echoed through the hall. "Aaaah! Stanley, something's happened!"Wendy quickly turned back as she wondered what was going on.Sienna, panic written all over her face, grabbed Stanley's arm. "Stanley, Jessica's been taken!"Stanley's expression darkened. "Who took Jessica?""Grandma took her! Grandma sent someone to grab Jessica!" Sienna replied anxiously. What?Stanley's presence suddenly grew colder, as though the temperature had dropped to freezing.Just then, Sienna spotted Wendy arriving and immediately pointed at her. "Wendy, it's your fault! Stanley, someone sent Grandma a photo—it's the one of Jessica and you dancing closely at the bar last night. Grandma saw it and flew into a rage, and sent people to take Jessica. I'm sure Wendy's the one who sent it!"Wendy's expression remained calm, but inside, she was stunned. She had no idea that so
Glinda gasped, "Stanley!"Outside the door, Wendy was equally stunned. She hadn't expected Stanley to shield Jessica from the whip.It was clear—Jessica had his blatant favoritism.Stanley looked at Glinda, his voice firm. "Grandma, that's enough. I'm the one who wants to be with Jessica. She's done nothing wrong—it's all my fault. If you want to punish someone, punish me! Don't touch her!"Jessica immediately reached out and clung to Stanley. "No, Grandma, don't hurt Stanley! If anyone should be punished, it should be me!"In that moment, Jessica and Stanley seemed like two star-crossed lovers, while Glinda stood as the villain trying to tear them apart.Wendy felt a bitter ache in her chest.Glinda's hand, still gripping the whip, trembled with rage. "Stanley, Wendy's your wife! Have you forgotten that for three years, when you were in a coma, it was she who stayed by your side, never leaving you? How could you hurt her like this? I can see you've been completely bewitched b
Jessica's arrogance was something Stanley had nurtured. She was the woman he'd spoiled rotten, and now, she wielded that power.Wendy gave a bitter smile. "Freddy, what exactly happened today? Did someone send Grandma a photo?" Freddy handed over the photo that showed clearly Stanley and Jessica dancing intimately at a bar the previous night."This morning, someone sent this photo to Mrs. Glinda. They exposed Mr. Hawk and Jessica's affair. Mrs. Glinda saw it and was furious. She immediately sent someone to grab Jessica."Glinda truly cared for Wendy and hated seeing her upset in any way. Wendy held the photo thoughtfully. "Freddy, who do you think sent this photo?""Whoever exposed Mr. Hawk and Jessica's affair is clearly on your side," Freddy replied. Wendy smiled softly, her thoughts drifting. No wonder Stanley didn't trust her—everyone seemed to think the same thing.At first glance, it seemed like she'd benefit from this situation. Either she or one of her friends could
The two of them locked eyes.Wendy looked at Stanley, trying to explain herself. "Stanley, I swear, I didn't send that photo to Grandma. I won't admit to something I didn't do."Jessica tugged at Stanley's sleeve. "Stanley, look at her! Even now, she's still trying to make excuses. She has no remorse!"Stanley's gaze was cold, devoid of any warmth. "Wendy, apologize. Now."His voice was commanding, as though he were giving her an order.Wendy's pale eyes welled up, but she stood tall, her slender back straight and her tone stubborn. "Stanley, I'll say it again: I didn't do this, so I won't apologize."Stanley's eyes were like ink, dark and deep, swallowing everything in their path. "Wendy. Your best friend Cecelia works at a magazine company, doesn't she?"A chill ran down Wendy's spine. Was he threatening to go after the people close to her?Both Jessica and Lilian were watching her with expressions of triumph, their faces so smug it almost burned.Wendy curled her white fing
Actually, Wendy had suspected from the moment she arrived at the family estate that Jessica was the one who sent the photo.Earlier, in the hospital room, she had gently prodded Jessica, coaxing the latter to admit the truth to Stanley. Wendy wanted to hear Jessica confess it in her own words.Stanley hung up the phone and looked up at Wendy.Her gaze was cool as she let a mocking smile curve her red lips. "Stanley, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. I didn't send the photo—Jessica did."Stanley furrowed his brow, his handsome features tense, but he didn't say a word.Wendy turned and started to leave. Just as she was about to pass him, Stanley reached out and grabbed her slender arm.Reacting instinctively, Wendy wrenched her arm away, not wanting any physical contact with him."After you left, Grandma got so upset that she fainted. In her sleep, she kept calling your name. Maybe you should go check on her when you have the time," she spat. With that, Wendy walked ou
Glinda's voice was gentle as she said, "Go ahead, dear."Wendy nodded and left the room.Stanley walked to the bedside, and Glinda scolded him sharply, "Why are you back? Get out of here now!"Stanley gave a small, genuine smile and apologized. "Grandma, I'm sorry. I was wrong."Glinda's tone softened slightly, but she didn't let him off easily. "I don't need your apology. The person you really owe an apology to is Wendy!"Freddy, clearly upset, chimed in, "That's right, Mr. Hawk! You just ran off with that Jessica. It was Mrs. Wendy who stayed behind to care for Mrs. Glinda when she fainted! It's like you've been adopted, and Mrs. Wendy's the real family!"Stanley stood speechless."And then you pushed Wendy, and she hit the table! People always say the squeaky wheel gets the grease—don't think just because Wendy didn't cry, it didn't hurt!" Glinda added."Mr. Hawk, you really need to use your conscience. You can't keep treating Mrs. Wendy like this!"Glinda and Freddy both k
"Why are you ignoring me?" Stanley's voice was gentle, almost coaxing.For a man of Stanley's stature, power, and influence, his willingness to lower himself to console a woman could easily give the illusion of deep affection, pulling her in with the temptation of emotional attachment.But Wendy remained clear-headed, knowing all too well that Stanley's affection had never been meant for her.He had given it all to Jessica.Wendy kept her head lowered, her long lashes fluttering slightly. She still tried to stand up. "Let go of me!"Stanley's smile grew more pronounced. "Are you upset?"Wendy chuckled, finding the idea amusing. "What do I have to be upset about?"Stanley's tone softened, laced with concern. "Did I hurt you earlier? Did I make you hit your waist?"Wendy shook her head, denying it. "No."But Stanley's large hand moved to her delicate waist, gently cupping the area as he leaned closer, his voice soft but steady. "Is it here?"It was indeed there.Wendy had noti
Wendy adjusted her white shirt and turned to face Stanley.The phone was still on the nightstand, the ringtone playing over and over. Yet, Stanley didn't even glance at it. He didn't pick up Jessica's call.That was probably the first time he had ever done that.Stanley, tall and lean, stood up and removed his black suit jacket. Underneath, he wore a white shirt, but there was a large stain on the back—blood. Wendy's mind flashed to the lash Glinda had struck him with earlier.That lash had cut deep into his skin, but his resolve was unshakable. He didn't show a hint of pain on his face.The wounds needed to be treated or they could get infected."I'll get the first aid kit and take care of that for you," Wendy said.Stanley turned his head to look at her, his lips curving into a small, teasing smile. "A moment ago, you wouldn't even look at me."Wendy bent down to grab the first aid kit. "I just didn't want Grandma to worry."Stanley sat down on the bed. "Take off your shir
Stanley scanned the room. "This place must have cost quite a bit to decorate, huh?"Wendy shrugged. "So what?""Did Samuel pay for all of this?""Yeah, he paid for everything. He bought the luxury car, the mansion—everything. I just brought my stuff and moved in."Stanley pressed his lips together in thought. Then, his eyes landed on something on the coffee table."What's this?" Stanley moved toward the table.Wendy looked up, her clear eyes suddenly narrowing in shock. On the coffee table was a pregnancy test.Wendy reached out to grab it, but Stanley was faster. He snatched up the test before she could.He glanced at the test, then at her. "Why did you buy a pregnancy test?"Wendy quickly scanned it. Thankfully, it was a new one, and there were no two red lines—thankfully, it didn't reveal that she was pregnant.Since Stanley didn't want kids and had no plans of being a father, she hadn't planned on telling him.Wendy wasn't sure what his reaction would be. If he knew she w
On the other side, Stanley pulled Wendy out of the bar, his long strides quick and confident. Wendy could barely keep up, stumbling behind him.Wendy frowned. "Stanley, let go of me!"Stanley opened the door of his luxury car and shoved her into the passenger seat before he slid into the driver's seat.The Rolls-Royce Phantom sped down the road, the city's neon lights casting a glow on the sleek car. Wendy raised an eyebrow. "Did you finish dinner already? Was the lady's dance not enough to keep you around?"Stanley's sudden appearance at the bar had caught Wendy off guard, especially since she had just seen him watching a group of beautiful dancers moments ago.His hand, adorned with an expensive watch, rested on the steering wheel. The city's lights reflected off his sharp, handsome face, making him look both refined and striking. "You saw me?" he asked, his voice smooth.Wendy nodded. "Yeah. Your charm seems endless. Everywhere, there's someone falling for you."Stanley's
Dwight grabbed the blanket and pulled it over his handsome face, not saying a word. He wasn't in the mood to talk.The first time he did something bad, and she caught him. His luck was unbelievable.Halsey reached out and pulled the blanket off his face. "Dwight, talk to me. Why are you watching this?"Now, Dwight lay flat on the bed, one long leg hanging off the edge. His posture was relaxed, but there was an untamed, wild energy about him—reckless, carefree.Halsey snatched the blanket off his face, her soft body pressing into him, her weight on top of him.Dwight, feeling resigned, let go of any pretense. "So what if I watched it?""You…" Halsey was left speechless by his shamelessness.Dwight looked at her small, oval face. "You can leave now.""I'm not leaving.""Then what do you want?""I want to watch too!"Dwight narrowed his eyes and reached for the phone, trying to stop her from seeing it.But Halsey had already clicked on the video. She was curious, after all—she
It was porn.The moment the audio filled the room, Dwight immediately realized what was going on and quickly shut it off.He sent two words to Warren. [Wanna die?]Warren laughed. [You have a girlfriend now. You should start learning. It's time to widen your horizons.]Dwight quickly replied, [Shut up!]Warren didn't dare to send another message.Dwight returned to studying Phantom's files. Before he knew it, half an hour had passed. He was lying on the bed, his arm resting behind his head. His mind was in a chaotic swirl, and it was unclear what he was thinking about.His mind had always been calm before.But after meeting Halsey, things started to feel a little off.Somehow, Dwight found himself reaching for his phone again and clicking on the video.In the room next door, Halsey and Madeline had already settled into bed, chatting.Halsey asked, "How's your mom's health been lately?"Madeline nodded. "She's much better. After the last time she went to the hospital and got
And on top of that, Halsey had taken off her outer clothes.Halsey let out a soft gasp. "Ah—mmm!"She was about to cry out again, but Dwight quickly covered her mouth with his hand, silencing her."Don't make a sound," he whispered urgently. "My mom and my sister are in the house. Do you want them to see us like this?"Halsey blinked, her wide eyes filled with surprise as she looked at him. She pulled his hand away. "I won't make a sound. Just put me down."Dwight released his hold, and Halsey carefully climbed off him.However, as she moved, her hand brushed against something. It wasn't the first time she had touched it, but this time, curiosity got the better of her, and she reached out. "What's this?""Halsey, don't touch that!" Dwight tried to stop her hand from reaching any further.Yet, Halsey was too quick. He couldn't stop her in time.Dwight's body stiffened. A flush of desire spread across his face, creeping up from the corners of his eyes.Halsey quickly realized wh
Halsey stared out the window at the pouring rain. How was she supposed to get back to school in this weather?Madeline spoke up. "Halsey, it's too dangerous to go back in this rain. Why don't you stay here tonight?"Tina nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Halsey, stay here. You can sleep in Maddy's room."Tina liked Halsey a lot, but she was also very clear about boundaries. She wouldn't allow Halsey to sleep in the same room as Dwight.Halsey smiled and nodded. "Alright. Looks like I'm staying with you tonight, Maddy."Madeline happily linked arms with Halsey. "Come on! I'll show you to my room."Once inside Madeline's room, Madeline pulled out a new nightgown. "This is new. You can wear it."Halsey took it in her hands. "Thanks.""Go take a shower first," Madeline suggested.There were three rooms in the house, none of them very big—Tina had one, Dwight had one, and Madeline had the other. The bathroom was shared.Halsey held the nightgown in front of her as she headed toward the d
Warren had come looking for Dwight, but he wasn't expecting to find him with Halsey. When he saw her, his eyes went wide in surprise.Halsey quickly pulled away from Dwight, feeling a bit embarrassed. She smiled at Warren and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Halsey."Warren grinned. "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Warren. Dwight, you got a girlfriend?"Dwight shook his head. "She's not my girlfriend.""I am!" Halsey said, smiling brightly.Dwight gave her a look of disbelief. Warren laughed. "Dwight, I thought you were going to die a lonely man. You never showed any interest in girls before, but now I get it. It's not that you weren't interested, just that you had high standards and hadn't found someone you liked. Halsey here—she's way out of the league of the girls who used to chase you around!"Dwight set the spatula down and looked at Warren. "Let's talk outside."They stepped out into the yard, and Dwight said, "Alright, enough with the small talk. What did you come here for?"Warr
Dwight didn't respond. Halsey watched him, noticing how his freshly washed, short hair was still damp, his black T-shirt and pants giving him a more youthful, handsome vibe.He was an excellent cook, his skills honed from a young age. A man who could cook was undeniably more attractive.The more Halsey looked at him, the more she found herself drawn to him. "Dwight, why aren't you talking to me? If you keep ignoring me, I might just have to tickle you."Without warning, she reached out and tickled him.Her soft little hands landed on his toned waist, sending a tingly sensation through him. Dwight quickly caught both of her flailing wrists with one hand and pushed her firmly against the wall. "What are you doing? Stop it."Halsey struggled, trying to pull her hands free. "Why are you being so mean?"Dwight didn't let go.Halsey stood on her tiptoes and quickly kissed him on the lips.Dwight froze for a moment.Seeing that he didn't resist, Halsey grew bolder and leaned in ag
Halsey greeted them, "Mrs. Garner, Maddy, hello."Tina was visibly happy. "Dwight, you should have told us Halsey was coming. We could have prepared a few more dishes."Dwight was about to say that Halsey wasn't eating here, but she cut in before he could. "Mrs. Garner, I'm not picky. As long as there's enough food, I'm fine."Tina smiled, "Well, we definitely have plenty."Everyone laughed, their mood light and cheerful.Dwight stated, "I'm going to take a shower."He went back to his room, turning on the shower and letting the cold water pour over him. The aphrodisiac Penny had prepared for him was potent. Dwight had been around long enough to recognize these kinds of tricks, but still, as a man, the effect of the drug was something he couldn't easily shake off. The cold water hit his solid muscles, splashing off him. He closed his eyes, trying to focus.Suddenly, the door opened, and Halsey's soft voice rang out. "Dwight."He didn't look up. "Yeah?""Mrs. Garner asked me