Gloria's silence upset Derrick a little. He plucked up his courage again and said to her, "Gloria, you should give yourself a chance. Don't refuse me so quickly, even if you don't want to be my mate now. You have the right to be happy, and you will live a happy life." Gloria seemed to be touched, and Derrick continued, "Gloria, you can't live with your memories forever. Forget him. No matter how unhappy the past was, I believe that it will be replaced by happiness between you and me." Derrick's tone was sincere, and Gloria was moved for a moment. She wanted to say yes, but she immediately came back to her senses. She was a rogue who was injured all over and controlled by Patrick. She thought that she didn't deserve any happiness. "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Fisher," said Gloria. "Gloria?" Derrick was in disbelief. "Why? Is Patrick so important to you that you won't give me a chance?" Gloria lowered her head and focused on her toes in a daze. A trace of bitterness
"Gloria, you don't need to do anything. Just stay there, and I'll come to you and hug you. Leave everything to me. If you don't give it a try, how can you taste the feeling of happiness? I won't make you sad or let you cry again." Derrick promised her and he almost convinced Gloria. Meanwhile, Patrick's voice echoed in her mind. "Gloria, do you think the current you deserve happiness?" Patrick's and Derrick's words kept repeating in Gloria's mind, and she had a headache. She roared inwardly, 'Happiness? Do I deserve it? I am a wretch! Mica died because of me! However, I am going to get the kind of happiness that everyone desires. Absurd! If Mica had not died because of me, she would have lived a happy life.' Pain, regret, self-denial, self-loathing... emotions overwhelmed her. Gloria was almost out of control. She couldn't distinguish the difference between her and Mica's happiness. She thought subconsciously tha
"Christine, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. Can I take the day off?" Gloria said in a restrained tone. Christine was glad. She agreed at once and said, "Sure. I'm glad you finally realize that you need to rest. Go and get some rest today. Don't worry about things here." After that, Christine hung up the phone. Gloria stood up. She went to the small wooden table by the bedroom window, sat down, pulled the drawer slowly, and took out a notebook. She had no hobbies or extracurricular activities, and the notebook had become her only pastime, accompanying her current boring life. She had not written a diary for a long time. The latest entry was, "After three years, I saw him again." There was no redundant description or any description of her mood. It was simply a statement. She opened the notebook, and there was a ballpoint pen in it. Gloria picked up her pen and wrote slowly, "Derrick showed up out of the blue and asked me aga
After Derrick finished speaking, he turned a corner on his motorcycle, and they stopped in front of a wall of roses. He got off the motorcycle nimbly and said to Gloria, "We are here. This is the back door. Normally, I go by the front door." His words made Gloria reluctant to get off the motorcycle. Derrick raised his eyebrows and looked at her childish behavior. "Get off. Staying on the motorcycle won't change anything." "No!" She blinked and grabbed the seat under her butt firmly. "Are you sure?" Derrick asked. "I'm not hungry," Gloria said. "But I am," Derrick said. "Then you should go in yourself. I can go back on my own," she immediately said. "Gloria, you have two choices. You may get off yourself and get in to eat with me, or I will carry you off the motorcycle and carry you in to eat," Derrick offered her two options. Gloria pulled a long face. She didn't want to go inside. She thought, 'Derrick comes here all t
Gloria practically ran home. She closed the door of the dormitory room and leaned against the door to rest. Her face was ghastly pale. She heard what Barbara said. She thought she could ignore it. However, she suddenly realized that such comments still hurt her. There was indeed a huge gap between her and Derrick. In the eyes of humans, she was a lowly call girl, and Derrick was a successful CEO. In the eyes of werewolves, she was a rogue without a wolf, and Derrick was the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. She and Derrick were a complete mismatch from anyone's standpoint. She couldn't respond to Derrick's feelings. He looked at her with such seriousness, persistence, and affection, but the more he treated her like this, the more she felt she didn't deserve it. Gloria entered the bathroom, washed her face, and rested her hands on the sink. She looked up at herself in the mirror and pushed aside the hair on her forehead, revealing
"Mr. Fisher, I think you shouldn't watch romantic dramas from now on," Gloria could only say euphemistically. If it was a few years ago, Gloria would have laughed about it, but she now reminded herself every minute of who Derrick was. "That's what you think. I don't think I'm wrong," said Derrick indifferently. He continued, "Fine. I want you to look at me with admiration. Keep in mind that I am your customer. You must satisfy all my requests." "I refuse," said Gloria. She felt that her mind was a mess. She had no intention of doing such a silly thing with Derrick. "Gloria, have you forgotten that I am your customer? If you don't do as I say, I will talk to Emily," said Derrick. "Fine. I will do it. Don't go to Emily," Gloria said hurriedly. She didn't want to receive complaints. After Gloria finished speaking, she looked at Derrick. Seeing him looking at her expectantly, she had to pretend that she admired him while cupping her face with h
From the day Derrick took Gloria to the amusement park, every day after Gloria left work, he would show up at the door of Fittro Club and wait for her. He sometimes took her to Carl's diner to eat, and sometimes he simply took her for a ride. If Gloria said no, he would simply drag her into the car. He would sometimes book a room at Fittro Club and ask her to come and chat with him. At other times, they simply looked like a couple. Gloria sometimes wondered when Derrick would stop wasting his time on her. Today, after getting off work, she left Fittro Club. As she walked out of the club's gate, she saw Derrick waiting for her next to the car. "Hurry up. What's keeping you?" Derrick casually leaned against the door of his luxury car. He walked toward her when she came out. He smiled, walked forward, and pulled Gloria into his arms happily. Then he shoved her into the passenger seat of his car. Neither of them knew that there w
Derrick didn't intend to admire the moonlight with Gloria. Looking at her hair that had been ruffled by the wind, he reached out to fix her hair. During this period, Derrick often hugged Gloria's shoulders and caressed her hair. She no longer resisted his actions. Derrick looked at Gloria and said, "Good night, Gloria." Gloria also said good night to him. Then she turned around and walked into the dormitory. Derrick watched as Gloria went upstairs. He was not in a hurry to leave. He lit a cigarette and looked up at the floor where Gloria's room was located. The lights in the living room were on. Derrick extinguished the cigarette. He walked to his car and glanced in Patrick's direction. Then Derrick opened the door and got in. He started the engine and drove away slowly. When Derrick's car passed Patrick's, Derrick didn't stop. Leonard saw this through the window and asked, "Alpha Patrick, what should we do?" Patrick or
Gloria looked at the sky. "Christine, you know that I hate him and am afraid of him. Six years ago, he sent me to the werewolf prison. There were iron bars everywhere. "Not long ago, I woke up in the morning and found myself locked in a space full of iron bars again. He put bars on all the windows. In my opinion, it was no different from my life in prison. "He tried all means to imprison me. He was now so sick that he finally let go. He said that he didn't want to continue the game. He was tired of me and I believed it. But isn't that ridiculous? He lets go only when he's dying. Does this mean that he cares about me? "You are right. When I was at the airport, I kept thinking about how you scolded me. I was running all the time. I didn't just run from him, but from my family as well. "Patrick imprisoned my body. As for me, I imprisoned my heart. "Alright, let's get in. It's a bit cold outside." Gloria felt relaxed after saying that. She stood up.
Gloria picked up the apple from the stable and quietly peeled it. Not long after, the peeled apple was handed to Patrick. The apple emitted a fragrance. Patrick didn't believe what was happening. He didn't dare to take the apple. He didn't know if the apple would disappear the moment he took it. "When will the operation be carried out?" Gloria went straight to the point. She held the peeled apple in her hand. Patrick immediately became alert. He was a little nervous. "Who told you?" "Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?" She asked again, ignoring his nagging. "The day after tomorrow." He stared at Gloria. In fact, she was more stubborn than him. If she didn't get an answer, she wouldn't give up. Gloria nodded and stuffed Patrick. "Are you not eating it? I peeled it for you." Patrick felt warm in his heart. He had never shown his weaknesses, but now felt tears well up in his eyes. One could even see that his eyes turned red. He
"Look, you're hesitating." Christine was like an invader. She pursued further and didn't let Gloria go. "I just asked you if you still loved him, but you hesitated. Do you really know yourself? "Gloria, in my opinion, you are running away from him. Three years ago, you tried everything you could to escape. Now, you have made no progress at all. You are still escaping. Will you really be at peace at Waikiki Beach? I will be blunt. If you can only remain calm on Waikiki Beach, it means that you have never been calm." Gloria trembled, and her face paled. "Stop it! Enough!" Christine's words echoed in her mind. She wanted to press the pause button but there was simply none. "Gloria, Waikiki Beach is not a pure land. The peace you think is just your escape," Christine said seriously. Christine should not have said this, but she saw some things that the people in the police station did not see. She saw Gloria's hesitation. During the thre
Outside a VIP ward in the hospital, an unexpected figure appeared. "Let him in." In the ward, Patrick nodded. The door opened, and Ellison walked in. "You're really well-informed," Patrick said coldly, his lips pale. "I have my sources. No matter how well you hide it, you can't guarantee that your subordinates won't give themselves away," Ellison said calmly. Patrick smiled, "You don't have to be in such a hurry even though you covet the Hammond Group. After I die, it will be all yours." "Come on." Ellison sat down on a chair. "If you die, all your assets will be given to her." Although he didn't say who she was, Patrick, who was lying on the bed, had a glint in his eyes. "You know me well." "No." Ellison waved his index finger. "It just so happened that I saw a lawyer walk out of the hospital. That lawyer was hired by you personally to serve you and the Hammond Group." "Did you find me just like that?" Patrick asked.
"Don't move. I just want to look at you," Patrick whispered. Gloria only felt that it was strange. When did he learn to be gentle? When she raised her eyes to look at him, she was seized by his eyes. His eyes were like black holes as if swallowing her up. Intense affection seemed to be about to burst out of his eyes in a second. She had never experienced this before. She had never seen Patrick like this before. Before she ran out of patience, he released her. He took a step back, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to her. "Don't you want to leave? I'll let you go." She took the paper and found it was a divorce agreement. As her gaze slid down, Patrick had already signed his name. For a moment, she became even more confused. He had done everything he could to force her to be with him, but now he had taken out the divorce agreement. She didn't understand. Gloria looked at Patrick, her
Half a month had passed. Patrick didn't appear in front of her again. Occasionally, Hank would come back to take a change of clothes and then leave in a hurry. Apart from being confused, the guards in the pack became increasingly serious. Gloria didn't know what had happened. One day, the dark iron gate of Alpha's villa opened again. She saw the familiar Bentley driving in from the second floor from a distance. She looked at the car and fell into a daze. Finally, he came back. She retracted her gaze and did not know how to face him. Just as she was lost in thought, Kevin went to her door and invited her to meet Alpha respectfully. She wanted to ask if she could refuse. However, Kevin turned around and left directly. It was no use delaying. She still went downstairs. Gloria gave a self-mockery chuckle. However, her smile faded quickly. As she got thinner, her face seemed to be sunken. She noticed a
Smoke came out from the gap in the door. Instantly, Hank's expression changed. He shook off Mandy, who was pulling him, took out his key, and opened the door. "Luna Gloria! What is going on?" Before he finished speaking, he choked on the thick smoke and coughed violently. Mandy rushed in. "Gloria, don't scare me! Don't tell me that you want to kill yourself!" Unfortunately, the smoke was too thick, and the flames were everywhere. Hank immediately called the police and tried to rush in. A figure passed him quickly and rushed in. In the blink of an eye, the figure had already rushed into the thick smoke. "Alpha Patrick! You can't go inside! "It's too dangerous!" Hank shouted, but Patrick turned a deaf ear. He looked around the room through the smoke, but Gloria was nowhere to be seen. He immediately rushed to the bedroom door, but the door could not be opened. "Gloria! Open the door! Gloria! Open the
In the ward, Patrick took a chair and sat down. Opposite him was Harry. "She lied to me and came to donate her bone marrow to you." Patrick said, breaking the silence. Harry turned pale and gradually despaired. He said, "I'll go find her! I won't force her to donate her bone marrow!" He stood up and was about to leave. "Gloria was injecting G-CSF. I took her home." Harry calmed down after hearing that. "The donor?" Harry was puzzled. "Your brother." Harry did not know what to say for a moment. "Your brother's match result was a fake. I've known this for a long time. But Gloria doesn't care about it, so I do nothing." Harry wanted to say something. He found that Patrick was so indifferent. Patrick knew the truth, yet he chose to stand aside and watch the farce. "You know Gloria went to the bone marrow bank. Ever since she found out about your condition, she's been asking around to find a suitable donor. I
Patrick paused. The next second, he reached out to cover her eyes and then kissed the back of his hand over them. "You mean a lot to me," he said silently. "Gloria, don't think about running away again. For the rest of your life, you're bound to be with me. You can't get away without my permission." He had already lost his mind. He felt bad for her, yet such a feeling was surpassed by his longing to keep her with him. After everything was over, she said, "I hate you." He closed his eyes. When he opened them, he suppressed the pain in them and said, pretending that he didn't care, "Whatever." He thought, 'You can hate me. Even though you want to hate me, I'm the only one you are going to hate. I don't care about anything else, as long as I'm the only one in your world. You may choose to love me or hate me as you want.' It was just that the moment she said she hated him, he felt his heartache killing him. The day of Harr