Jean took a deep breath and walked up to Chester before shaking her head."Let me deal with this myself," she said calmly. She couldn't hide how tired she looked. Jean had less than four hours of sleep in the past three days. When she did sleep, she would always jolt awake due to paranoia. At that moment, she was feeling tense and enduring the pain inside her.When Jean stood in front of Perry, he was holding Angela in his arms. Jean's smile turned colder when she saw that, and she called his name. "Perry."Before he could say anything, Angela poked her head out and timidly greeted Jean. However, Jean coldly glanced at her. "Did I call you?"Jean wasn't holding back anymore, and Angela's face turned pale immediately. However, Angela didn't shed any tears at all. Instead, she felt aggrieved and pouted.Perry frowned at that. "Jeannie, I was the one who betrayed you. If you're upset, vent your frustrations on me and leave Angie out of it." After saying that, he gently said to Ange
Jean was from the Fordham family. She was the epitome of wealth and prestige. Money? She was never short of that.Angela's words were an insult. Which young lady of a wealthy family ever lacked money?Over the years, Jean had earned far more on her own than Perry ever had, even without relying on her family's wealth.Both Perry and Angela stared at her in disbelief. For a moment, Jean's aching heart calmed. The burning pain in her palm heightened her focus, and her thoughts had never been clearer.Even Perry's betrayal didn't feel so unbearable anymore. Jean had her pride.Before Perry could speak, Jean said coldly, "Perry, I'll have the divorce papers drafted. Just remember, you're the one who betrayed our marriage."Jean looked exhausted, but her gaze was calm and resolute. No matter how much she loved Perry or how hard it was to let go, she would never accept a cheater. Perry simply disgusted her.Angela clutched her face and huffed. She wanted to argue but was suddenly tackl
Giselle's gaze was fixed on Perry. Suddenly, she tugged at Chester's sleeve, signaling him to lean down. "Don't you think Perry is acting strange?"Chester didn't observe Perry as closely as Giselle did. He then scanned Perry and narrowed his eyes. "He does seem a bit off."Perry kept staring adoringly at Angela and didn't get angry no matter what she said. Did he love Angela that deeply? Giselle didn't believe it.She bid farewell to Jean before dragging Chester away. As they passed Angela, Giselle suddenly stopped in her tracks.Angela shivered instinctively.Giselle whispered, "Does Perry really love you that much?"With that, Giselle walked away, leaving Angela with a growing sense of fear.The cold wind outside howled as Chester opened the car door for Giselle. Looking at the scenery outside, Chester made a call.He and Giselle were thinking the same thing. Perry's behavior was far from normal. It was as if he was under some kind of spell."Investigate someone named Angel
The day before the charity gala, Chester brought Giselle to buy a dress.Since Chester made a reservation at the boutique, they were escorted in as soon as they arrived."Mr. and Mrs. Fordham, this is the masterpiece of our store's top designer. It just arrived from abroad today." The salesperson introduced the gown while directing her assistant to bring it out.The dress was black, featuring an off-the-shoulder design that exuded pure elegance. With minimal decorations, it was simple yet beautiful.Giselle immediately liked it."Would you like to try it on?" Chester asked. He wasn't wearing glasses today, and his eyes shone with joy. It seemed he was pleased by the salesperson addressing Giselle as "Mrs. Fordham".Yesterday, Chester had asked Giselle to make things official between them, but he hadn't waited for her answer. Before she could speak, he had changed the subject, perhaps out of fear of rejection.He promised her a surprise instead. December had arrived, and the new
Giselle called for the salesperson outside.The curtains were soon pulled open. With her back to the opening, Giselle's hair cascaded over her shoulder."The zipper seems stuck. Could you please help me?" Giselle asked without turning back, one hand bracing against the railing in front of her.The person behind her stepped closer.Chester gently touched the zipper of her gown. His fingers brushed against Giselle's smooth back, sending shivers down her spine.Realizing something was amiss, she turned around, but a hand rested on her shoulder. Then came a husky voice. "Don't move, Gigi." Giselle's mind went blank. She called for the salesperson, so why did Chester come in instead?She flushed in embarrassment. Her knuckles turned white from how tightly she was gripping the railing. She tried to steady her racing heart and lowered her gaze to hide the emotions in her eyes.Chester was standing very close. The overhead light cast their shadows on the wall, the two silhouettes int
Giselle's heart skipped a beat as Chester's hand moved. She stood still and stared at him intently.Chester's hand extended past her, gently brushing aside the stray strands of hair from her face and tucking them behind her ear. His fingertips grazed her cheek, leaving a tingling sensation on her skin.Giselle's lashes fluttered at the touch. The intimate interaction filled Finley with jealousy, her emotions mirroring Charlotte's bitterness. However, Finley couldn't intervene or reprimand him. Her noble upbringing prevented her from acting rashly or revealing her true feelings. To onlookers, Chester and Giselle appeared like any couple who were madly in love. Giselle feigned composure, but the salespeople around them couldn't contain their excitement. One of them giggled with admiration. "Mrs. Fordham, Mr. Fordham treats you so well!" "I'm not—" Giselle was about to deny her relationship with Chester but the latter interrupted her by handing over a card. "We'll take th
One of the gala's requirements was a contribution of over a million dollars to a charitable organization. Giselle might not meet the requirement, but Chester's wealth and influence could easily make up for it. Finley scoffed at the thought. She regained her composure and urged Charlotte to pick a gown. Then, she stepped aside to call Sebastian. …After leaving the boutique, Chester took Giselle to shop for jewelry. Whenever Giselle stared at an item for even a second longer, Chester would immediately purchase it and have it delivered to her home. Giselle sighed. "I really don't need all this, Mr. Fordham…" Yet Chester continued. He wasn't fazed by the amount of money he was spending, especially with the store staff showering him with compliments. "Sir, you treat your wife so well!" "Sir, this matching ring set is perfect for you two. It symbolizes eternal love and unity!" "Sir, take a look at this piece. It's our designer's masterpiece! I'm sure it would look pe
Chester's voice echoed in the living room. The warm light cast a glow on his handsome features, his lashes casting shadows beneath his eyes. He resembled a knight from a fantasy story. Giselle's hands tightened around the glass, her palms wet with sweat. She hummed softly and the atmosphere between them tensed.The doorbell broke the silence.When Giselle got up, a flicker of annoyance flashed across Chester's gaze. He didn't have to guess. At this hour, the only person likely to show up at Giselle's door was Harry. A few hours earlier, Harry had posted a picture on social media announcing his return. Judging by the time, he should have just arrived home. When Giselle opened the door, Harry's bright smile greeted her. He was holding bags full of gifts."Giselle, these are presents I got for you! I bought them using the money I got for my birthday!" Harry had been receiving money for his birthday for the past 18 years. It was at least a few million dollars.In the past,
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