When the man’s hand was facing down, Maisie walked up to him, grabbed his wrist, and kicked him to the floor. “How could you do this to such a young kid?”The man was obviously startled and looked extremely unhappy, but he didn’t want to alert anyone, so he got up and ran away.Maisie frowned.‘How could an *ssh*le like that show up in school? It’s putting the children in danger!’Maisie turned to the child, planning to console him, but she was shocked when she saw his face.This boy had such delicate beauty—he looked more beautiful than Daisie. The boy’s eyes were a light color, his skin fair and soft. He had wavy hair and very long lashes.Any child would have been very afraid after what happened, but he was emotionless and stood by the wall as if nothing had happened.The child seemed to be used to that because his eyes lacked the colors one found in children’s eyes.“Why are you standing here alone? Where are your parents?” Maisie bent down to speak to him in a gentle ton
Nolan’s eyes were burning, but he was trying to keep things under control and hesitantly kissed her. “Yes, so I need to punish you.”Maisie could feel the short hair on her neck, his strong arms picking her up. She hugged his neck tightly to keep her balance and had an exhilarating time at the doorway.Under the night sky, the light from the closet shone dimly on Maisie’s crystal-clear skin, her hair sprawled on the pillow like black algae.Someone pushed open the door of the bedroom. Maisie slowly opened her eyes when she felt the mattress sink a little. Nolan sat at the edge of the bed, touching her face. “Not going to have dinner?”Maisie turned around, her voice hoarse from the constraint. “I’m thirsty.”Nolan picked up the glass of water that he had prepared on the table for her.She sat up and gulped the water but choked because she drank too quickly, spitting water all over the shirt he had just changed into. Nolan wiped away the water on the corner of her lips, then chu
Nolan subconsciously secured her tightly in his arms as he pressed his warm lips on her forehead.Two days later, the name “Maizie” appeared on Google Trends as expected. The news about Maizie being beaten up by someone’s “first wife” on the street was widely discussed amongst the socialites.Maisie shut her phone down and set it aside. Someone knocked on the door, and Maisie lifted her head. It was one of her female employees, and she said, “Come in.”The female employee came in with a document in her hand. “Ms. Vanderbilt, a model wishes to become the spokesperson for our line of jewelry that is dedicated to couples. Here is her profile that they sent us.”Maisie took over the document, and she was slightly surprised when she saw who she was.The name on the profile was none other than Xyla Mayweather. The woman in the photo had a highly recognized face. Although she wasn't someone who was stunningly beautiful at first glance, her appearance was unforgettable. Her official hei
Maisie was stunned. “When did that happen?”Louis replied without any hesitation, “I was there during your high school party that year.”It had been so long that Maisie had forgotten about it. She looked at Louis intently. Honestly, she was kind of surprised that he was able to find out about Ryleigh getting kicked out of the club when she was in university.‘Just how deep did he look into this?’As if she remembered something, she smiled at Louis and said, “I can tell you, but you have to answer my question first in exchange.”With the smile etching on her face, she continued, “Why do you want to marry Ryleigh?”…#The supermodel Xyla has returned from overseas#Ryleigh was sitting with her legs crossed on the couch while eating a bowl of fruit salad. When she was scrolling through her Facebook newsfeed, she saw the news, and her eyes were fixed on the screen for a long time.‘Xyla has returned? Since his ex-girlfriend is coming back, does this mean that we don’t need to cont
Russell brought Louis into the study room. After they took their seats in front of the table, he asked the maid to bring them the tea.Louis scanned around the study room. The study room had a rather simplistic and classic decoration. All of the books displayed on the shelves ranged from classical to modern titles. It seemed to him that the Hills were indeed worthy of being a scholarly family in Bassburgh.After the maid served the tea, Louis stopped Russell when he was going to pour him the tea. He said, “Let me do it, Mr. Hill.”Russell chuckled and replied, “It’s okay.”After pouring the tea, he sighed. “I'm sorry for what happened today.”Holding the cup of tea in his hand, Louis said, “You were tough on Ryleigh, but I know that you never hit her hard no matter how angry you were with her.”Russell let out a bitter smile. It was true that he had beaten Ryleigh a lot of times, but he never beat her hard. After all, she was his only daughter, and he doted on her a lot.He sigh
Ryleigh chased her father to the door and shouted, “Dad!”However, Russell paid her no mind. He went back into his room and locked the door. Louis stayed in the study room and looked at Ryleigh, who was standing outside. After a short while, Ryleigh stormed in and grabbed him by his collar, “What the hell do you want, Louis? How dare you investigate me?”Louis replied calmly, “Do you have any secrets that can't be known to others?”Ryleigh did not say anything in return. He removed her hand and dusted his collar. After that, he rose to his feet and looked down at her. “Do you think it’s your fault for what happened that year?”Ryleigh froze. She clenched her fists tightly and asked, “What do you mean?”Louis leaned closer to her and said, “I don’t believe that you’re that kind of person.”After that, he left the study room, leaving Ryleigh to stand frozen stiff on the spot as she was overwhelmed by a surge of despair.At Blackgold…Maisie passed by the reception desk. The s
Nolan loosened his tie and said to Quincy. “I’m not going to the dinner tonight. Tell them that I have to take a bath with my wife.”Quincy was rendered speechless.At night, Maisie regretted everything she had said in the afternoon. The ripples were reflecting on the ceiling. The bathroom was foggy, and it was only when the residual heat faded that her vision became clear.She leaned on Nolan’s chest and listened to his heartbeat. His body gave off a refreshing smell after he took a bath, and the beads of salty sweats that glided off his body looked like rivulets of light.“Are you really not going to attend the dinner?” she asked.He lifted her wet hair and collected them behind her back. “I didn't want to go in the first place. Besides, isn't it more important to stay with my wife than to socialize?”Maisie was tickled pink by his answer. She got up and wrapped the towel around her body. After that, she took the hair blower and walked to the washbasin to dry her hair.Nolan a
What had happened back then had undoubtedly left a huge emotional scar on Ryleigh. It was so unbearable to her that not only had she avoided music, but she also avoided getting into contact with any musical instrument all this while.Nolan was startled.It was obvious that to him, the incident that had happened between Ryleigh and Naomi Topaz had not taken place yet, and he had no memory of his event.Maisie took his hand, lifted his head, and gave off a faint smile. “Since you know Mr. Topaz, can you find a chance to introduce me to him? I wish to meet him in person.”Nolan lifted her up, placed her on the edge of the washbasin, and pressed his firm chest against hers. “After sweet-talking me for so long, all you wish is to see him?”Maisie pursed her lips. “Then, will you help me?”He kissed her ear and lowered his voice. “That depends on my wife’s performance.”The night was silent, and the gray curtain draping on the French windows swayed with the wind. Maisie performed from