"Why am I getting so worked up over this?" Summer pondered inwardly. Even though she was James' wife, why was she feeling so nervous? After all, their marriage was primarily a formality, so there was no reason to feel so nervous. Could it be that she harbored genuine feelings for James? Summer tried to suppress her emotions, reminding herself not to dwell on the matter and not to let it bother her. However, women were inherently curious beings; the less they knew, the more compelled they felt to uncover the truth. Eventually, Summer succumbed to her own curiosity and decided to inquire, "James, who is Monica, and why did she express a desire to marry you?" "I thought you'd never ask," James replied nonchalantly. "I… I wasn't particularly curious anyway. If you prefer not to disclose it, that's perfectly fine," Summer remarked. She didn't want James to think she was overly interested in it. Despite her attempt to downplay her interest, James proceeded to provide an exp
James' implication was evident—the bottle of wine Summer held wasn't only worth a million dollars but possibly several million dollars. This elevated its worth above that of gold! Summer held the bottle cautiously, fearing any accidental damage. James found Summer's current demeanor amusing. She resembled a treasure hunter protecting her find. With a playful tone, he teased, "Are you still intending to give me the wine?" "Certainly not!" Summer wasn't naïve. Being aware of the wine's immense value now, she had no intention of giving it to James. Holding the bottle close to her chest, she felt as if she were protecting her own child. She was worried that James might try to take it from her. "I take back what I said. I'm not giving you the wine. If you want it, you'll have to buy it from me," Summer declared with a mischievous grin. Although she wouldn't directly request money from James, involving herself in transactions was another matter. Summer had a fondness for
Summer looked up, her eyes filled with a longing for a taste. This wine wasn't ordinary. It wasn't the kind one would find on supermarket shelves for a couple hundred dollars a bottle. It was a bottle worth two million dollars! Summer came to the realization that she might never have the opportunity to drink something like this in her lifetime. Swallowing hard, she spoke softly, "I want to drink it too." "Hmm?" James looked at her with furrowed brows. It was as if he hadn't properly heard her, or perhaps was pretending not to. "I said I want to drink it," Summer repeated, her tone louder this time. If James failed to hear her once more, Summer felt tempted to throw a pillow at him. Luckily, James caught on. He handed her the glass and said, "Go ahead, give it a try. It's really good." Summer didn't hesitate. She picked up the glass and poured the crimson liquid into her mouth. In one gulp, she downed the entire glass. The wine indeed tasted exquisite, with its rich
"I'm not drunk," Summer insisted, taking a wobbly step forward. Struggling to rise from the bed, she gestured toward James, declaring, "I am not drunk. You look like a millennia-old iceberg..." "Summie," James interjected, stepping closer and reaching out to steady Summer. He feared she might stumble and fall. However, upon his touch, she forcefully pushed him away. "Don't touch me, you darn millennia-old iceberg! Didn't I tell you to get me some snacks? I want something to eat!" "Yeah, I'll get you some," James replied, not daring to provoke the drunken Summer. This was the first time he had seen her drunk, and he hadn't realized it could be this terrifying. As he was about to leave the room, he saw Summer lifting the wine bottle and pouring it into her mouth. The bottle, worth two million dollars, emptied into Summer's mouth like water, leaving less than three-fifths remaining. James wasn't concerned about the wine itself. Rather, he fretted for Summer's well-being.
"Millennia-old iceberg, what do you think you're doing?" Summer shouted. Then, she saw James raise his palm and deliver a swift chop to her neck. Yes, it was indeed a chop! James had actually used a chop to strike at Summer's neck. With a loud thud, her head spun, and her vision went black as she passed out completely.… The next morning, Summer woke up to the gentle sunlight streaming through the window, casting a warm glow onto the floral bedsheet. She found herself surrounded by the rich scent of alcohol that filled the air. Rubbing her eyes, Summer regained consciousness and recalled yesterday's events. "Oh no, what did I do yesterday?" Memories flooded through Summer's mind as she remembered her behavior the day before. She recalled her outburst at James and how she had called him a "millennia-old iceberg" without any manners. She also remembered how she had clung to him, relentlessly pestering him for alcohol. It wasn't common for Summer to act in such a way. A
However, James wasn't prepared to leave. He stayed on the bed and drew closer to Summer. "I'm not ready to go yet. I've already informed my secretary that I won't be leaving until noon." "You're skipping work until noon? Aren't you concerned about delaying company matters?" "I'm not concerned because I want to spend time with you today." James' sudden expression of such intimate words could easily be misunderstood. "I don't need your company. I'm not a child," Summer retorted. "If you're not a child, then why did you get so drunk last night? I had to help you fall asleep." James had a talent for addressing uncomfortable subjects. Summer would have forgotten how he had helped her fall asleep the night before if he hadn't mentioned it. But now that he had brought it up, she recalled it vividly! The previous night, in his effort to soothe Summer, James had opted to treat her as if she were a criminal. He had swiftly rendered her unconscious with a blow to her neck. It wa
From the day before until that point, Summer felt a significant shift in her relationship with James. The bond between them had deepened considerably. Most significantly, James, who typically exuded an air of superiority and coldness, displayed a remarkable level of sincerity in her presence. It was a stark contrast to his authoritative and distant demeanor in public. Summer couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion within her. How had she and James ended up mirroring the dynamics of a real married couple? Back at her house, Fred and Amelia often engaged in similar playful banter, creating a cozy and harmonious environment. Now, both Summer and James had unknowingly adopted this same style of interaction. "James, I just threw a tantrum. Do you think that's alright?" Sumer cautiously inquired. "Are you throwing a tantrum at me? Isn't that perfectly normal?" he responded. "Normal?" Summer was taken aback. She doubted anyone in the world would dare throw a tantrum at
"Kelly, how have you been lately? You seem to have changed quite a bit." "Of course, I'm working at Myers Corporation now, so change is to be expected," Kelly replied, her tone tinged with pride as she raised her eyebrows. Initially, Summer had sensed a change in Kelly, but upon further observation, it appeared that she hadn't changed much after all. Her speech remained as casual as ever, devoid of any hint of maturity. The transformation appeared to be limited to her external appearance and choice of attire. Ironically, Summer had hoped for Zach and Kelly to become a couple, yet she had unintentionally paired Zach with Yolanda instead. As a form of compensation, Kelly had landed a high-paying position at Zach's company. Seeing Kelly's refreshed and lively demeanor, it was clear that she was indeed thriving in her new role. Summer felt a sudden urge to delve into gossip. She couldn't resist asking, "You must have encountered some remarkable men at Myers Corporation. So, a