The same could be said for all people in love.Giselle didn't respond.Emma continued, "Does your heart race when Chester touches you?"Giselle countered, "And what about when other men touch you? Does your heart race?""If it's someone I like, of course it races! But if you're talking about some random guy, they'd never even get the chance to make physical contact with me." Emma was adamant.She was the kind of person who knew exactly who she liked and who she didn't. It wouldn't bother her if she accidentally touched someone she didn't like. Instead, she would remain calm as if nothing happened.Giselle chose to stay silent. She couldn't possibly admit that she felt butterflies in her stomach whenever Chester touched her. It was too embarrassing, so she couldn't say that aloud.She decided it was best to keep it to herself.Giselle tried to change the topic, but Emma wasn't having any of it. The latter continued to dig into the matter.When the car stopped outside Giselle's
The steady sound of footsteps behind her drew closer, and a dark shadow loomed over her.The moment the sound stopped, Giselle spun around and threw the person over her shoulder.A muffled groan escaped the man's lips. The motion-sensor light flickered off, then back on. Giselle was shocked to see who was lying on the floor. "Mr. Fordham?"She had planned to call the police. But who would have guessed that the intruder she thought was a criminal… would be Chester? Chester hadn't expected to experience an over-the-shoulder throw. He had to admit Giselle had incredible strength. And judging by the speed and the force behind the throw, an average man wouldn't have had time to react. Giselle quickly helped him up and apologized. "Mr. Fordham, I didn't know it was you..." She wouldn't have acted this way if she had known it was Chester."No need to apologize. Being vigilant is a good thing. It's my fault for scaring you." Chester was calm as always. His eyes landed on Gisell
"I have some pain relief balm that could help with the pain, Mr. Fordham. Lie down. I'll help you apply it," Giselle offered.Chester wasn't surprised by the offer. He made a show of declining before finally agreeing reluctantly. Chester removed his jacket, leaving only a black shirt. His phone kept chiming with notifications, but he silenced it without a second thought. Whoever it was couldn't possibly be more important than this. He draped his jacket over the couch. Just as he sat down, Giselle returned with the pain relief balm that looked used."Mr. Fordham, this might be presumptuous, but you'll need to take your shirt off." Giselle tried her best to appear calm, convincing herself that it was her responsibility to apply the balm since she was the one who hurt him. Besides, they were both adults. With that thought in mind, Giselle calmed down."Alright." Chester nodded. He didn't hesitate and began unbuttoning his shirt right in front of Giselle. His fingers were lon
Outside the door, Emma was texting Giselle. Just as she hit send, the door opened. "Gigi—" She stopped when she saw Chester."Sorry, I got the wrong house," Emma blurted out. She stumbled back and looked up at the door number only to see she was at the right place.But… why was Chester the one opening the door?Emma held back a screech, then started yelling for Giselle at the top of her lungs. Chester frowned. "Stop shouting. She's in the bathroom." Emma stopped. Why was Giselle in the bathroom? A sudden sense of vigilance crept over her and she eyed Chester suspiciously. His clothes looked disheveled as if he had just thrown them on in a hurry. Besides, he mentioned Giselle was in the bathroom. Could it be what Emma was thinking? If so, then Giselle not replying to her messages made a lot of sense. "I just came to grab something from her..." Emma mumbled awkwardly. Chester had an intimidating presence, after all.Chester stepped aside. "Come in and wait for her."
"What do you mean? It's late at night. A man and a woman alone in a room… it would be a waste of an opportunity if nothing happened." Emma huffed. Giselle sighed. "Nothing happened. But if you're not convinced, I guess I did hit him. Does that count?" Giselle hit Chester? "Wait a second." Emma couldn't believe her ears. She looked at Giselle with a complicated expression. "Gigi, I didn't know you were into that kind of thing..." "I mean I physically hit him," Giselle clarified and recounted the incident. Emma clicked her tongue. "Gigi, you're good at resisting temptation! Chester made it so obvious, and you still managed to stay composed. Are you secretly a nun?" If it were Emma, she would have taken advantage of the situation. Giselle let out another sigh. "Is that the takeaway here?" Shouldn't the focus be on the fact that she hit Chester? Emma didn't argue further and changed the topic. "Gigi, can I ask you one last question? Please, I'm begging you to satisfy m
The pounding on the door caused the nightlight by the bed to tremble.Giselle was startled awake. She sat up and turned on the light in annoyance before walking to the door. She could see a man outside through the peephole.He was leaning against the door, his fist pounding on it relentlessly.Giselle couldn't tell who it was, so she called for security. While waiting for them to arrive, the man continued pounding on the door. The strength of his knocks went from weak to strong, then back to weak again. Giselle couldn't help but admire his persistence. Five minutes later, the management and security guards arrived. They tried to restrain the man but hadn't managed to touch him before he threw a punch, knocking one of them back. Chaos ensured. Two burly security guards were no match for one drunken man. Giselle was speechless as she watched the scene unfold from inside her house. After some thought, she decided to step in. Amidst a chorus of groans, Giselle opene
People usually couldn't get over their first loves.When Larry was pursuing Emma, he clung to her tirelessly and won her over with his persistence. He once promised her she would never regret choosing him and even declared that she was the only one for him. But that wasn't the truth. As they spent more days together, his feelings eventually died. The allure of other women outside their relationship began to tempt him. However, he lacked the courage to pursue anything. It wasn't until Charlotte gave him some advice that he changed his mind.It wasn't that he didn't love Emma anymore. He simply realized that he needed some excitement in his life. He was dissatisfied with the monotony of their everyday life. Day after day, Larry felt he was on the verge of becoming an emotionless shell of a man. And so, he started an affair with a college girl who resembled Emma. Being with her made him feel like he was reliving the thrill of their early courtship.But he became even mor
The last time Giselle had felt this way was during her first love.Back then, she and Jonathan couldn't get enough of each other and spent every moment they could together. They always checked in with one another before doing something.But their conversations quickly turned one-sided. The chat was filled with her updates and messages, while Jonathan replied to only the last message or none at all. He would divert the topic too.She tried to communicate and fix things, but it proved useless. Jonathan no longer cared about her feelings. Whenever conflicts arose, his go-to strategy was to give her the cold shoulder, certain that she would eventually cave in and apologize.In their seven years of dating, Giselle had spent about six and a half of those feeling neglected and wronged.Looking back now, she realized how foolish she had been. She had wasted so much time on someone who wasn't worth it.Snapping herself out of her thoughts, Giselle set aside her emotions and didn'
Harry: "How'd you know that? Lyla will be using the guest room for the time being as her room's not quite ready yet."The paternity test results for Lyla and the Stones were already out. Logically speaking, Harry should be busy catching up on all the lost time with Lyla. However, for some reason, he just could not bring himself to do that.What's more, Harry would feel uncomfortable anytime he was with Lyla.Being the carefree person he was, Harry had never given much thought to these details. Ultimately, it all came down to the fact that they had hardly spent time together. As such, it was only natural for them to feel distant from each other.But Harry had forgotten something.He'd felt a strong sense of familiarity upon his first meeting with Giselle.Harry: "It's quite late now, so why aren't you asleep yet? Are you thinking about what happened with the Lawsons today?"The matter regarding Jonathan might not have been spread online, but those who went to the charity banq
Giselle had just come out of the bathroom when she received this text message.Her long black hair was wet, hanging behind her back as water droplets fell to the ground.The white bathrobe was loosely wrapped around her body, revealing her delicate, fair skin. Her skin was as white as snow, so much so that it was almost dazzling.Chester was asking her how she was planning to deal with Charlotte.Since laws had to be abided by, getting her killed was out of the question.Besides, Giselle did not think death was the best punishment.The most painful form of torture would be to reduce someone to a point where they begged to be killed.Charlotte had the privilege of enjoying a life of luxury and wealth for over two decades as the fake heiress of the Grant family.People often said that going from rags to riches was easy, but going from riches to rags was hard.There was no way the Grants would be able to make a comeback. Presently, they were inundated by a mountain of debt. If no
The feeling of wanting to escape but not being able to was agonizing.After a while, Angela mustered the courage and said in a trembling voice, "We live in a c-civil society. I could sue you. My husband's from the Lawson family. You can't afford to cross—""Your husband?" Jean could not help but interrupt when she heard those two words.The piercing cold glare in her sharp eyes was comparable to Chester's.There was no doubt that they were siblings."Angela, the divorce certificate hasn't been issued, which means he isn't your husband yet."Knowing Jean's personality, there was absolutely no chance she would get back together with Perry.But that did not stop her from feeling annoyed by Angela.Angela's face instantly turned pale. She bit the bullet and said, "Perry no longer loves you. There's no future for you two, even if you don't get a divorce.""If I don't get the divorce, you'll never be able to be his official wife."Jean hit where it hurt.She had always been strong
Everyone in the room tensed up upon the sudden mention of Giselle's name.Harry did not think much of it. "Giselle's super nice! The first time we met, she saved my life. If it wasn't for her, none of you would be able to see me today!"He might have exaggerated the story a little. Still, it was evident that Harry liked Giselle a lot.Eugene and Moira knew Harry well. He was a good judge of character. Anyone he claimed to be a good person would turn out to be as such.What's more, seeing Giselle for the first time gave them a sense of familiarity that could not be put into words.Those eyebrows were impeccably refined.It was certainly genetics at work.If not for Lyla and the paternity test report, they might have truly believed that Giselle was their actual child without hesitation.With her hands hidden behind her back, Holly secretly clenched her fists. For a moment, darkness flashed through that gentle expression of hers.It was not until she heard Jackie's voice next to
Charlotte even tried to act pitiful to gain Jonathan's sympathy.It was just too bad that Jonathan had already seen her for who she truly was.With the aphrodisiac taking over his entire body, Jonathan bit Charlotte's lips like an irrational beast.Charlotte kept fighting against him.With her airway cut off, Charlotte's face turned bright red. Just as her struggle against Jonathan was starting to wane, Jonathan suddenly got up and left her.Some of his sanity had returned. With a loud bang, Jonathan locked himself inside the bathroom.He turned on the faucet and let the ice cold water fill the bathtub. Then, he submerged himself into the water, trembling from head to toe.His palm had been cut open. Drops of blood that were eerily red swirled in the cold water.He could not touch Charlotte.Because Giselle would not want him then.Even though Jonathan was thinking rationally right now, the intense heat he was feeling inside his body had not been doused by the cold water.
Did Giselle just ask Charlotte to "do it"?Giselle was clearly trying to set up a trap for her!Although the proposal was enticing, Charlotte could not help but hesitate and feel wary because she had been ensnared in many compromising incidents before.She found it hard to believe that Giselle would be so magnanimous as to let her have Jonathan instead.It just seemed a little fishy!Before Charlotte could even say anything, Jonathan—with red-rimmed eyes and on the brink of losing his sanity—growled, "Get out! Touch me and you're dead!"Charlotte was stunned. She had never seen Jonathan like this before.Tears welled up in her eyes. "Jonathan…"As Charlotte cried his name out, she tentatively reached out to touch Jonathan on the arm. The moment her fingertip touched the corner of his shirt, he roared so loudly that Charlotte immediately shrunk back in fear."Get out!"Jonathan swept his arm across the table, sending everything crashing to the floor. He then staggered to get u
Giselle did not even care to learn how they managed to convince Charlotte to join them.None of it mattered anymore. Their plan was about to fail, after all. Did she seem that weak to them?While she was still deep in thought, there was suddenly the sound of someone kicking at the door. In the midst of that chaos, the sharp voice of a woman could be heard, saying, "Chester, I saw Giselle and Jonathan enter this room with my own eyes!"The door swung open.The bed inside was a mess, but there was no one there.Disarrayed footsteps headed toward the bathroom. Just like that, a group of people appeared in front of Giselle.Finley, who was the leader of the pack, was stunned when she saw that Giselle was still neatly dressed.This was different from what she had imagined!The calm look on Giselle's face did not look like that of someone who had just finished doing the deed. On the other hand, Jonathan, who was lying in the bathtub… looked extremely miserable.The media who had bee
The room was dimly lit.There was a thick scent of incense in the air. It did not take many inhalations before Giselle started to feel her body getting warm. She quickly covered her nose.Using the only source of light, she squinted her eyes and moved forward.Within seconds, the rough breathing of a man appeared next to her ear.The shadow on the wall was approaching her. When his hand was about to reach her, Giselle dodged to the left with one swift movement, leaving Jonathan embracing the air."Gigi…" The hoarse voice was laced with a hint of lust.The man tugged at the button of his collar as he approached Giselle once again. He was burning all over. It felt like he was being roasted from the inside. He was gradually losing his ability to think rationally.All he could see was the thin figure in front of him.Giselle was left speechless.They had cast a spell on this miserable man because they were not able to do it to her?There was no denying it. Angela and her friends
Angela, Finley, and Charlotte were rendered speechless.This explained why Giselle was able to make so many enemies. Just that mouth of hers could make people abhor her with a burning passion.What now? If Giselle did not go over, they would not be able to carry out their plan!The trio was beginning to grow anxious.Luckily enough, Giselle could sense their desperation. Being merciful, she said, "I mean, I won't go with you unless…"She was undoubtedly baiting them. There was a flash of malice in Angela's eyes as she gritted her teeth and asked, "Unless what?""Unless you let me play with your spell bugs."The moment she finished talking, the lights in the corridor suddenly came back on.Angela's face was as pale as death. How did Giselle know that she practiced witchcraft? She must be trying to trick her!Angela's petite body trembled. Still, she tried her best to maintain a calm composure."W-What spell bug? I don't know what you're talking about…""Oh, really? Then expla