When James brought it up, Summer finally recalled that she had indeed said such things before. At that time, she had only said it for fun and hadn't taken it seriously.First of all, James was a busy man. He was so busy all year that he didn't take a day off. How could a man like him possibly take weekends off?Yet, now, James had voluntarily suggested taking weekends off. Summer really hadn't expected that he would do that, so she asked in a concerned tone, "If you take weekends off, who's going to do the work at your company?""I've already assigned the work to my employees accordingly. No worries," he said reassuringly."Is it really okay?" Summer asked. "If your work can be handled by others, why were you so busy before?"In the past, James had always been so busy. Certainly, those matters required his personal attention. Otherwise, why would he work tirelessly all day and night? Now that he had suddenly delegated work to his employees, he would probably be in a lot of troub
That day, James had planned a casual day; he wanted to take her shopping. Summer started to feel dissatisfied, but she didn't express it. She remained calm and pouted.Although James was slow, he wasn't foolish. Upon seeing Summer's expression, he sensed something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong?""I'm fine.""Are you really fine? I feel like something's bothering you."Summer couldn't be bothered with him. When a woman said something was wrong, it usually meant nothing. But when a woman said she was fine, she wasn't. Did James not understand this basic principle? Something was definitely wrong with Summer now. Seeing how James was still slow to catch up, she simply chose to ignore him.Just as Summer quickened her pace to get away from him, James reached out to hold her. He said, "Don't walk so fast.""Why? I want to walk faster." Summer wanted to appear nonchalant, but when she wanted to shake off his hand, she found that he was holding her very tightly, like a tape stuck
At times, James could appear reserved, while at other times, he exhibited a more dominant side. When Summer had first met him, he had been a complete mystery. But one thing was clear—his affection for Summer. She had reached that conclusion after several confirmations. Summer understood that James lacked experience in relationships, so she didn't want to complicate things for him. Hence, she gently took his hand and proposed, "Forget about it. Let's go watch a movie. It's been ages since we've seen one." "Okay," James replied. "But before we watch the movie, there's something I need to tell you," Summer said, lifting her chin slightly as she looked at his handsome profile. "You need to stop being so caught up in your work. Sometimes, you've got to learn to understand a woman's heart. It's a skill that takes practice." Summer's message couldn't have been more straightforward. She was essentially implying that James was clueless when it came to matters of love. James wa
Summer had been opposed to the idea of James booking the entire movie theater. She believed that the charm of watching a movie outside lay in sharing the experience with everyone else. Without that, it would lose its appeal. James respected Summer's opinion, so they watched the movie quietly. What was slightly heartwarming was that their hands had been intertwined since the movie had started until that point. Halfway through the movie, Summer suddenly felt the need to use the restroom. So, she informed James and left. Unbeknownst to her, a man was lurking near the restroom at that moment. His behavior seemed suspicious, as if he were afraid of being recognized. He hid behind a plastic tree next to the restroom, pulling his cap down over his face. After a few minutes, the man, who had been waiting, finally made his move. Spotting Summer coming out of the restroom, he immediately followed her. With a swift motion, he grabbed her and forcefully pulled her into a secluded c
However, such tricks could only deceive the Summer from a year ago. The current Summer wouldn't fall for it so easily. Casting a cold glance at Hank, she mocked him. "So, you had reasons? That's amusing. What reasons could you possibly have had? "Did Simone threaten you at gunpoint to break up with me? Or perhaps she manipulated you into leaking Charter Corporation's confidential matters?" Confronted with Summer's questions, Hank was momentarily speechless. He knew that trying to deceive her with his old tricks would definitely not succeed. She had indeed grown in the past year. But Hank was unwilling to give up. Seeing how happy Summer and James were had ignited a burning jealousy within him. Besides, he genuinely regretted it now because Charter Corporation had thrived under Summer's management. Hank himself had studied real estate management, so he had always kept an eye on the real estate industry. Recently, he had heard from a few friends that Summer had secured
Hank firmly covered Summer's mouth with one hand, while his other hand gripped her shoulder tightly. As time went by, Summer sensed her strength diminishing, her head spinning, and her consciousness fading. Her sole intention had been to attract help with her shout, yet it appeared to have sent Hank into a frenzy. At that moment, he pressed down on her with an almost manic intensity, and she felt her life slipping away from her grasp. "No, stop..." Summer silently pleaded in her mind. She desperately wished she could call out for James to come to her rescue. But at that moment, she felt completely helpless, as if she had been cast into darkness with no glimpse of hope. All she could see was Hank's terrified face. The sensation was akin to being hanged. It was as if the rope were tightening around her neck, slowly draining her life away. Just when things seemed dire, a miracle happened. Out of nowhere, a figure appeared before Summer, moving with lightning speed. Then,
Deceiving James under his nose was clearly impossible. Hank understood that if he didn't provide an explanation, James wouldn't let him off the hook easily. Without further delay, he apologized. "I'm sorry, Mr. Quigley. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have harassed Summer—I mean, I shouldn't have harassed Mrs. Quigley." "Do you think I'll forgive you?" James' voice was cold and sharp. "Mr. Quigley, I'm deeply sorry. I know my actions can't be forgiven, but please spare me. I promise I will never bother Mrs. Quigley again." At that moment, Hank's dignity was the least of his concerns. He recognized the vast difference between his capabilities and James'. To James, disposing of him would be as easy as squashing an ant. Faced with such circumstances, Hank was determined to do whatever it took to earn James' forgiveness. James was intimidating. In the business world, he had the power to crush any competitor, and he was known for his ruthless and merciless nature. Hank had he
"You even had a doctor come to check on me?" Summer asked. Though she had fainted, the damage wasn't severe enough to pose any fatal risks. Instead, she found herself wondering about Hank. What had become of him? She vaguely remembered James driving Hank away. However, what happened to Hank afterward remained unclear to her. So, she decided to inquire about his whereabouts. James responded, "I gave him a little lesson and then sent him packing." "A little lesson..." Summer couldn't help but recall the first time she had met James. He had been so ruthless and cruel back then. She remembered the sight of Charlie's back covered in blood after being whipped by James for failing to protect her. It was a horrifying memory. Summer wondered if James had been as harsh this time. "Hank didn't suffer any severe injuries, right?" Summer asked with concern. James couldn't help but feel a twinge of dissatisfaction. He was Summer's husband, but she seemed more concerned about Hank