Macey shared her thoughts, "I find Ms. Harper to be quite nice, very different from Ms. Windham. It's my first time seeing a woman as carefree as her, much better than Ms. Samford, who kept bossing us around the moment she arrived at the villa."Nancy sighed in agreement, "That's true. Let's be patient and see how things unfold. Since Mr. Turner hasn't returned our calls, let's not alert him."Macey nodded in agreement.The treatment they discussed involved an injection administered every three months, designed to dissolve the clot. This duration could feel simultaneously lengthy and brief, depending on the perspective.The silence that typically enveloped Ventropolis Prison was occasionally pierced by nocturnal howls. Within the confines of a fenced combat arena, Fred, bearing wounds, stepped down from the platform, accepting a towel from his deputy warden. His attention then shifted to a man on the platform, now motionless and bloody.This grim policy of the prison offered victo
"You're not blaming me, are you?" Ava asked.Suddenly enraged, Fred shoved Ava off him and shouted, "You're getting bolder and bolder by the day!"Ava fell weakly to the floor, but her face showed no sign of pain. Instead, she seductively writhed, crawling on her knees toward him. She took his finger into her mouth, her actions filled with allure, gradually quelling the anger in his eyes. As she became bolder, she began to unzip his trousers with her tongue.Fred looked down at Ava beneath him, expressionless. After all, Ava was trained to be a high-end seductress, naturally luring men with their desires. Her mere gaze was enough to render most men helpless.Grabbing Ava's hair, Fred forcefully moved her head forward, and she accepted without resistance. After Fred released, Ava licked her lips, her eyes staring as if still craving more, sucking on her finger.Out of the blue, Fred struck her delicate face.Meanwhile, Blake tried several times but could not get through on the lan
Grace expressed her concern, "Marriage is a pivotal moment. Skipping a wedding might draw unwelcome attention and cause rumors."Liam noticed Blake's discomfort and quickly reassured her, his voice steady and supportive. "It's okay, Blake has made her decision, and I will support her in whatever she chooses."Seeing the couple fall silent, Grace did not press further. "If a wedding isn't what you want, we'll respect that decision. Let's plan a family dinner, at the very least."Blake agreed without further objection and said, "I've already made arrangements for dinner next month when my parents return. We can celebrate together then."Grace accepted this plan. She conceded, "Since you're both in agreement, I'll support it. It's ultimately your choice."Shifting the topic, Grace's tone turned to concern. "By the way, Blake, have you tried contacting Mya recently? It's odd. She used to call home every day, but recently there's been no word from her and I can't get through to her old
Blake wished she could feel as Grace suggested, but she knew she could not. She could not stop loving Kevin, could not stop wanting to be with him.Blake recalled her quarrels with Kevin and her anger at him in the past, telling him to go as far away as possible and that she never wanted to see him again. Those all felt so hollow now.She had given him her all, hoping to be by his side, even if it meant returning to her role as his insignificant assistant. What she once loathed had become her most desperate wish.'Kevin, you promised me you'd return after three years, yet here I am, feeling abandoned. If given the chance, I'd erase every quarrel, every harsh word,' Blake mused, her heart heavy with regret and yearning.Grace expressed her concern, "Look at this. Ventropolis is not safe anymore. Be careful when you go out. I'm worried about Mya. I fear she might have gotten into trouble, possibly even abducted."Blake took Grace's phone and saw a news report about a crackdown on th
As Blake and Liam reached the upstairs corridor, a servant emerged from Blake's room, promptly informing her, "Ms. Dion, your room's ready.""Thank you," Blake replied, a slight awkwardness in her tone.The servant did not mention anything about the guest room, naturally assuming Liam and Blake would share a bed. After Blake entered her room, her hands awkwardly by her side, eyeing the only bed. "Liam, I was thinking—"Before Blake could finish, Liam interrupted her, "It's fine, I can sleep on the floor."Blake interjected, "No, that wasn't what I meant. You should take the bed, and I'll stay in Mya's room tonight."As she spoke, Blake picked up her pillow, her movements betraying a mix of resolve and hesitation. Liam's response, barely above a whisper, revealed his hurt, "You can't bear to even be in the same room as me?"Blake, caught off guard by his misunderstanding, hastened to explain. "It's not that, Liam. I'm concerned about your comfort. You've had headaches, and sleepin
Cecilia said, "Blake, I did consider eliminating Kevin for your sake, but I've been lenient. If you don't trust me, I have video footage. However, Kevin might still be alive."In the cold night, Blake felt an icy chill envelop her, as if she had plunged into a nightmare she could not escape.'How could Kevin be dead? He promised to return. Why does Cecilia claim he died in that explosion?' Blake reflected, shocked.On the other end, Cecilia received no reply, only hearing a heavy thud before the call ended abruptly.Liam, searching for Blake, discovered her on the balcony unconscious with her phone nearby. Unaware of the conversation, he noticed Cecilia's number as the last dialed.Liam's concern turned into a frosty determination. Prioritizing Blake's well-being, he rushed her to the hospital.The nurse eventually announced, "Congratulations, your wife is six weeks pregnant. Her fainting was likely due to exhaustion and low blood sugar, nothing serious. Just make sure she has a
Tears streamed down Blake's face as she wiped them away with a blank expression, murmuring to herself, "I don't believe you're gone, just like that. If you haven't come back to look for me in three years, I'll go search for you myself."No matter where you are or what it takes, even if it means going to the ends of the earth. I'll never believe you're dead, Kevin."Unbeknownst to Blake, two men observed her from a secluded corner of Ventropolis through surveillance footage. One chuckled. "This woman does have feelings for Kevin. She's been here almost a dozen times in a month. And she's about to get married, doesn't her husband mind?"The other, holding a cup of coffee, added, "Who knows? Kevin doesn't know how to cherish a good woman."Blake lay on the bed, eventually drifting into sleep amidst her tears. When she awoke in the afternoon, her phone buzzed incessantly with messages and missed calls.She regained her composure and read through them.[Mom and Dad are back. Where are
Blake kept using Kevin as an excuse to talk herself into marrying Liam.When she had been in Northern Myanmar, Blake had noticed Cecilia's high status there and how the people there treated her with utmost respect. Blake knew that she was most likely involved in the explosion. Her fists clenched tightly, and her whole body tensed up, a deep, dull emotional pain coursing through her. Blake's eyes welled with tears as she gazed out the car window, her emotions rising.After they arrived at the Harper residence, Blake exited the car with Cecilia following closely into the foyer. Grace asked, "Blake, where have you been? Liam..."Simon clutched his chest and stood up from the couch. Upon seeing Cecilia also appear at the door, the expressions on everyone's faces changed. Simon walked over and said, "Blake, come here."Blake obediently walked over. Grace stepped forward, gripped her hand, and shielded her behind, saying to Cecilia, "What are you doing here? You're not welcome here. Get