Suzanne was dumbfounded, a mixture of shock and disbelief etched on her expression as Nathan pressed down on her. He balanced himself with one elbow, and his weight bore down on Suzanne. His handsome face hovered mere inches away from her, and their breaths were intermingling in the air. Tension surged through Suzanne. Her breath quickened, and her voice trembled as she asked, "What are you doing?" Nathan's gaze held her captive. His breath was warm against her skin, his chest sturdy, and his features irresistibly close. Lost in the moment, Suzanne felt overwhelmed by Nathan's proximity. Morals and emotions took a back seat as she succumbed to the allure of the man she admired. Her mind was clouded with shyness, nervousness, and perhaps even anticipation. Nathan's Adam's apple bobbed as he leaned in, his voice husky and dry as he fixed his gaze on her lips. With eager anticipation, he slowly closed the gap between them, longing for a kiss. Suzanne's nerves tingled as his
Suzanne lay still, feigning sleep with her back facing Nathan. Her fingertips stealthily traced her lips, still tingling from Nathan's kiss. A hollow ache settled in her chest, mingling with a confusing blend of excitement and sadness. Throughout the night, she mulled over the reason for Nathan's kiss. She wondered if it was merely a fleeting moment of passion or if it was driven by his desires. The former seemed unlikely, while the latter felt strained, especially considering Nathan's character and his recent injury. Nathan made no further moves, merely switching off the light and settling on the other side of the bed, slipping into a quiet slumber. Suzanne couldn't fathom the thoughts swirling in his mind. As the next morning dawned, Suzanne was roused by a persistent knocking. She caught a glimpse of Nathan as he opened the door and left to join the rest for breakfast. She shook off her drowsiness and got up slowly, feeling gloomy as she went to freshen up. Dressed and
Suzanne was taken aback by Oliver's genuine display of emotion. His tears were a testament to the depth of his feelings. The emotion must have been intense to move such a composed man like Oliver to tears. Amidst her astonishment, Suzanne studied Oliver's subtle expressions and his heartfelt sentiments, attempting to decipher his innermost thoughts. Before Suzanne could gather her thoughts, Oliver suddenly pulled her into his embrace and held her tightly. Startled, Suzanne struggled with all her might and demanded, "Let me go! What are you doing? Let me go!" Oliver held onto her firmly, his head burying into her shoulder. His voice was hoarse and choked with emotion as he confessed, "I love you so much. Why are you treating me this way? Why must you be so cruel, be it before or after you lost your memory?" With men naturally stronger than women, Suzanne found herself unable to break free. The more she struggled, the tighter Oliver's hold became, almost suffocating her with
The words struck Suzanne like a sharp blade, piercing her heart and leaving behind a throbbing wound with every heartbeat. The pain was so intense that it felt as though she was swallowing knives with each breath. She fought against the tears welling up in her eyes. She was resolute in her decision not to shed another tear for Nathan. Knowing Nathan's deep connection with Sally, Suzanne had turned a blind eye to their intimate gestures, convincing herself they were inconsequential. However, hearing someone else speak them aloud made the bitter reality difficult to ignore. Nathan didn't refute the accusation. When Sally threatened him with death, Nathan, driven by a sense of duty, embraced her to prevent the tragedy and offered comfort under the doctor's guidance. He saw this act as a humanitarian gesture, devoid of any romantic feelings, and didn't breach his marital vows nor betray Suzanne. Nonetheless, Oliver's words shattered Nathan's calm. With narrowed eyes, Nathan snapp
Suzanne seethed with rage as her tears streamed down. She bit her lips in defiance against the agony that cut her heart like sharp blades. She wanted nothing to do with Nathan anymore. In a choked cry, Suzanne yelled, "Nathan, you bastard! Let me go!" She fought against his restraining grip with all her might, momentarily forgetting about the wound on his shoulder. As Nathan exerted force to control her, the wound throbbed with pain, yet he showed no sign of discomfort. His heartache overshadowed any physical discomfort, his eyes blinded by fury. Nathan's other hand gripped her shoulder fiercely and pushed her back against the wall, causing a sharp pain shooting up her spine. Startled, Suzanne gazed up at him with teary eyes, feeling powerless and unable to utter a word. Nathan seemed towering and powerful, like a mighty beast, while she felt small and fragile, unable to withstand even the slightest blow. She was a mix of fear, anger, helplessness, and confusion, teetering on the
Suzanne was enveloped in Nathan's embrace, her tears flowing helplessly. With each passing moment, her inner turmoil grew more pronounced. She then pushed against Nathan's chest, and all of a sudden, a sharp inhale escaped him. She was shocked and immediately glanced up at his shoulder. Blood stains had tainted his white shirt. In that instant, all of Suzanne's resentment and anger dissipated like mist in the wind. Her voice trembled with emotion as she exclaimed, "You're bleeding!" But Nathan paid no attention to his wound, maintaining his firm hold on her shoulders. His stern voice commanded, "Stay away from him in the future." Suzanne's surprise was evident in her watery eyes as she met Nathan's gaze. Nathan lowered his head, his gaze fixed on her eyes, then on her lips, which were slightly swollen from his kisses. A sense of guilt washed over him. Suzanne retorted, "I want to stay away from him too, but he's clinging to me just like you are now. I've struggled with al
Suzanne was kissed into a state of utter weakness, with her body yielding completely to his embrace. Nathan's kiss was tender yet profound, exploring her with a gentle touch that left her mind empty. The warmth of his breath consumed her. The softness of his lips against hers was a delicacy she couldn't get enough of. Suzanne surrendered, her body relaxed against Nathan's firm chest, the thin fabric of their clothes offering no resistance to the mingling of their desires. A soft moan escaped Suzanne's lips, her body tingling with a mixture of weakness and longing. As the kiss deepened, their desires ignited, a shy yet intense passion simmering between them. At that moment, Nathan's hand trailed down her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She gasped, her senses snapping back to reality as she looked into his face. It was blurred yet captivating. With rapid breaths, she struggled to comprehend the sudden intensity of the moment. His touch was firm and assertive, pressin
The knocking outside the door finally ceased. Suzanne stayed in the study until midnight. She hadn't eaten anything all day and started to feel weak from hunger. After everyone in the house had gone to sleep, she emerged from the study. She made her way to the kitchen downstairs in search of food. Cooking was never her forte, and whatever she made usually turned out unappetizing. After rummaging the kitchen for a while, she couldn't find any ready-made food. Left with no choice, she reluctantly opted for two eggs, intending to make hard-boiled eggs. Suddenly, she heard steady footsteps behind her. She hastily turned back in alarm, only to find Nathan approaching. With her face flushed with embarrassment, Suzanne nervously shuffled her feet, distancing herself from Nathan. "Why are you still awake?" Suzanne felt a pang of guilt as if she had been caught red-handed raiding the kitchen like a naughty child. Nathan was composed, his gaze piercing as he approached and turned
Jasper became concerned as Imogen placed her hand over her heart. He asked, "Are you experiencing any chest pains? Have you consulted a doctor? I can take you for a check-up."Imogen reassured him, gently holding his arm. "Jasper, I'm fine. I'm just trying to figure out how to balance my future family and career."Jasper smiled knowingly, gently patting her head before pulling her into an embrace. He recognized her uniqueness—her drive to pursue her career and showcase her skills and talents. The thought of being a stay-at-home mother or merely a trophy wife held no appeal for her whatsoever.Holding her close, Jasper murmured, "Imogen, have you forgotten about your husband's financial prowess?"Imogen couldn't suppress a chuckle.Jasper reassured her of his commitment, "As long as you're on board, I can arrange a driver to drive you to work, an assistant to handle all your tasks, and you won't have to worry about anything. When you return home, there will be maids and me to ens
After returning from her journey across the globe, Imogen headed straight to the hospital. During her travels, she started noticing subtle changes in her body—nausea, fatigue, and a stronger need for rest. Her hunch was confirmed when tests revealed she was pregnant.She felt a blend of anticipation and apprehension. The idea of being pregnant raised thoughts of focusing on family life and raising children. Yet, she valued her career and was steadily demonstrating her skills. She wasn't ready to give it up just yet.When Imogen arrived home and stepped through the front door, she found Gregory and Carol were there. They had just returned from their trip as well, bringing back gifts. "Hi, Mom, Dad," Imogen greeted them.Still excited about their travels, Gregory and Carol eagerly recounted their adventures to Jasper.When Jasper heard Imogen's voice, he quickly stood and walked over to her, taking her hand. "Imogen, I woke up early and didn't see you around. Where did you go?"
Jasper thought the idea was brilliant and agreed, "Let's plan our route and leave next week."Imogen gently pushed him back, her hands on his chest. "Sure, but let me get up first. We'll map out our journey, set a schedule, and go on a trip for our wedding."Jasper took her wrists and lifted them above the pillow. "Let's discuss this tomorrow. I have some pressing matters to attend to at the moment."Imogen was about to respond when Jasper leaned in and kissed her deeply. Their lips intertwined with passion.…A week later, Imogen received another call from Yulia's lawyer, who conveyed Yulia's apologies and expressed her desire for Imogen's forgiveness. Yulia also requested Imogen to intervene with Nathan on her behalf.Imogen decided to ignore the request. She believed in the fairness of the law. It reminded her of Zoey, who had fraudulently claimed her degree and ended up in prison at Jasper's behest.As for Yulia, she had orchestrated attacks on Gregory, caused Carol to lose
Imogen's heart raced as she slowly hugged Jasper, her voice bashful yet resolute. "Jasper, you'll always have a place in my heart."Jasper tensed slightly, his senses on high alert. He met her eyes. A glint of anticipation sparked in his gaze as he eagerly murmured, "Say it one more time. Say it—""I love you, Jasper," Imogen said gently.Jasper's eyes immediately filled with tears as he held Imogen tightly, his body shaking. Overwhelmed by emotion, he could only whisper her name into her ear. "Imogen… Imogen…""Do you love me?" Imogen asked, her voice tinged with shyness.Jasper frowned. "I do love you. Haven't you always known?""I still want to hear it," Imogen said."I love you. I love you with all my heart," Jasper declared, gazing at her with intense passion and unwavering resolve.Feeling a bit stiff from his tight hug, Imogen gently pushed him away. "I love you, too, but I must get up and go to work.""Not today," Jasper responded, scooping and carrying her back to bed
"If it's a gift, why not accept it?" Mila whispered.Gregory quickly took the check, looking unsure of his next move.Once his money was accepted, Oakley assumed the issue was settled. He took Yulia's hand and began to leave the ward, saying, "Well, I'll leave with Yulia for now."Still feeling resentful, Yulia glanced back and shot Imogen a glare as they departed.The ward fell silent. Feeling uneasy, Gregory and Carol exchanged anxious glances."Nate, we can't go easy on them," Mila whispered.Nathan smiled knowingly. He took Mila's hand, gently caressed it, and said quietly, "Don't worry. I'll ensure our in-laws get the justice they deserve."Mila nodded, feeling reassured. Gregory and Carol, who were listening nearby, felt deeply moved and grateful.Since Gregory was injured and confined to bed, the meeting between Jasper's and Imogen's parents ended earlier than expected. After saying goodbye to their parents, Jasper and Imogen headed home. On their way home, Jasper felt
Yulia was renowned for her boldness and strong-willed nature. Aware of Oakley's wealth, influence, and dual reputation in legal and illicit circles, she feared no one and held a contemptuous attitude toward others, including senior military figures."You need to apologize to Ms. Imogen immediately," Oakley whispered urgently.Pointing at Imogen, Yulia muttered irritably, "Her? Oh, please! If anyone owes an apology, it's her to me."Oakley wiped his forehead nervously, trembling with anxiety. Everyone's expressions around them darkened visibly. Jasper suppressed his anger; his hands clenched into fists.Before he could speak, Yulia grumbled, "Jay, you blocked me before understanding everything, and then you terminated our contract. That's just too much."Mila couldn't shake her worry for Jasper. If he couldn't manage his relationship with Yulia appropriately, it could severely impact his marriage. Concerned that he might not handle it well, Mila intervened. "Ms. Gibson, please resp
Carol no longer believed the portrayal of wealthy women on television.Jasper took Imogen's hand, and they sat down on the couch together, feeling anxious. It was their parents' first meeting, and the hospital setting added to the tension. If things went wrong and their relationship soured, their future would look bleak.Imogen was particularly anxious. Her palms were growing clammy. Jasper pulled out a tissue and gently wiped her palms before reassuringly saying, "There's no need to be nervous. My parents are easygoing."Offering an awkward smile, Imogen teased him, whispering, "You seem more nervous than I am, don't you think?"Jasper chuckled but offered no reply. Dealing with Gregory and Carol was sure to be a bit daunting.Typically reserved around strangers, Nathan found it difficult to start a conversation at that moment. Meanwhile, Gregory and Carol felt apprehensive and cautious, worried that any misstep could upset the Morrisons and cause problems for Imogen.Sensing th
Mila approached them with a bouquet, smiling. "Yes, we're in the right place. We've come to visit you, our in-laws."The term "in-laws" caught Gregory off guard as he lay in the bed. Despite his injuries, he quickly propped himself up, struggling to sit upright. Carol, equally surprised, cautiously accepted the gift from Nathan's outstretched hands.Jasper and Imogen took the next elevator, so they hadn't reached the ward yet.Nathan quickly set his things down and hurried over, gently placing a reassuring hand on Gregory's shoulder. "You're injured. Don't get up. Just lie down and rest.""General Morrison, I…" Gregory's voice faltered in distress.Carol's hands trembled uncontrollably as she glanced nervously at Mila, worried that Mila and Nathan had overheard her argument with Gregory.Nathan spoke in a gentle tone, "Please, don't call me General Morrison. It sounds too formal. You both are older than me. Just call me Nathan, and I'll call you two by name in return."Mila came
In the hospital ward, Gregory had been asleep for over an hour when the nurse woke him to change his medication.After the change, Carol peeled an orange for him to eat. They shared the segments, chatting idly."Imogen really picked a good husband. Even these oranges he bought are unusually sweet," Carol said, marveling at the oranges. Gregory glanced at the orange and said, "They must be expensive.""Yes, they're sold by the piece in big supermarkets. Also, they're more expensive than beef and lamb," Carol said before eating another sweet segment.Gregory pondered for a moment. Then he curiously asked, "Someone ruined our house's floor. Do you think Jasper would help us repair it?"Carol shot him a look and replied, "Listen, don't burden Imogen with this. Don't even bring it up.""Why would it burden Imogen? With Jasper's wealth, this is nothing.""Enough," Carol snapped. "That's his business. No matter how poor we are, we shouldn't ask for what isn't ours." "You're too stu