"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
Patrick revealed a smile, but there was a hint of cruelty in his eyes. He said, "Why are you so sure? What if Gloria is not what you think she is?" "Then I will still choose her." Derrick was unmoved. Patrick mocked and said, "You're really in love with her. Are you trying to tell me that your feelings toward Gloria won't change? No matter what happens, you will never give up on that woman?" Patrick continued, "That's good. I don't want to ruin it for you, but I will watch you. I want to see how much you love her." Derrick replied, "Let's wait and see." "Leonard, let's go," Patrick ordered coldly. The rear window of his car slowly went up, and the black car drew a graceful arc in front of Derrick before leaving. Inside the black car, Christine held her breath. She was afraid that she would enrage Patrick. Patrick leaned against the back of the seat, his hands on his thighs clenched. His eyes were cold. "This is
Upon learning of this possibility, Cline simply said, "Thank you," and hung up the phone.He gazed once more in the direction the black luxury car had vanished, now more certain than ever that Dorian had taken his Luana.However, he refused to believe they were husband and wife.Russell arrived with the bodyguards in a hurry, seeing Cline standing in front of the smashed Bugatti.Thinking Cline's car had been in an accident, he quickly approached."Mr. Moriarty, are you alright? Did you take too much sleeping pill and start hallucinating again?"For the past three years, Cline had been plagued by insomnia, clutching two mementos of Luana and struggling to sleep through the night.Russell, worried about his health, had obtained some sleeping pills from Eva.Little did he know, Cline had become addicted to them. Later, Russell found out that the medication could induce hallucinations when taken in excess.It was these hall
Cline's brow twitched, his eyes filled with disdain as he regarded Dorian.He strode quickly to Luana, extending his hand with an unyielding tone, "Come with me."Before Luana could refuse, Dorian swiftly acted, his long arm encircling her shoulder and pulling her tightly into his embrace. A provocative smile played on his lips as he challenged, "On what grounds?"Cline's vision sharpened with pain, witnessing Luana clinging to Dorian, their bodies pressed close. A surge of rage erupted within him."Because I love her!"Cline's voice trembled yet rang out loud and clear, eight years of pent-up emotions bursting forth like a flood breaking its dam.Dorian, noticing the bloodshot eyes and the fervor in Cline's gaze, felt a flicker of realization. He glanced down at Luana in his arms.Her expression was calm, a faint smile curling her lips as if she had just heard an absurd joke, detached and indifferent.Not only did Dorian not l
Dorian rolled his eyes at the scene and impatiently pushed open the car door, stepping out to approach the Bugatti.He bent down and knocked on the window, "Dorothy, get out now."Luana, upon hearing Dorian's voice, froze for a moment before pushing away from Cline, who was still kissing her.Her breathing was slightly labored as she coldly instructed, "Open the door. My husband's here!"Cline's body stiffened. He averted his gaze from Luana and slowly looked at the man outside.Dorian, dressed in a gray suit, was impeccably neat. His handsome face and aristocratic demeanor made him look distinguished and aloof. Cline didn't care about Dorian's appearance, but he was annoyed that Dorian had called her Dorothy, not Luana.Cline swiftly fastened Luana's seatbelt and started the car, speeding out of the parking lot without another word.Dorian watched the Bugatti speed away, a look of frustration crossing his face.He muttered tha
Cline turned on the air conditioning, leaned sideways, and drew closer to Luana.His long, thick lashes lowered as he gazed at the petite Luana, his eyes revealing a longing he had never shown before."Luana..."He uttered her name as if it had taken all his strength.Luana opened her mouth to retort, but Cline suddenly gripped the back of her head with one hand, pressing her into his embrace.He whispered into her ear, "I... miss you so much."For three years, he had thought of her obsessively, to the point of madness, sleeplessness, and even hallucinations from medication.Now that he had found her alive and well, how could he let her go so easily?A flicker of disbelief crossed Luana's previously calm face, followed by a cold sneer in her heart.Would Cline truly miss her? He had never cared before. How could he miss her now?Was it because she was gone, and he couldn't find anyone to replace Runa, that he reme
For the past three years, his heart had felt hollow, a persistent ache that never truly subsided.Now, in this moment of holding Luana close, his restless heart finally found its resting place.To Cline, having someone he longed for still alive was like reclaiming what had been lost.He held Luana tightly, his throat constricting with emotion, unable to utter a word, wishing only to merge her into his very being and feel her presence undeniably.Luana, however, was perplexed by Cline's behavior.It was uncharacteristic of him—cold and distant at their airport encounter, avoiding even a glance, yet now he was uncharacteristically intimate.She wondered if the three years apart had taken a toll on his mental state.Frowning, she struggled to push him away, but Cline easily restrained her wrist with one hand.He spun her around, pinning her against the car door.Before she could speak, Cline captured her lips in a kis
Luana stood outside the door, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes as she contemplated Clarissa's changes over the years.Suddenly, the door creaked open from the inside.Angela, holding a child of about three years old, came into view.The little kid clutched a toy car, its round eyes wide with curiosity as it stared at Luana.Luana's gaze shifted between Angela and the child, a fleeting thought crossing her mind that Angela might be staying with Clarissa and Albert.Suppressing her doubts, she asked, "I'm a friend of Clarissa's. Is she home?"Angela froze, sizing up Luana from head to toe, unable to recognize the elegantly dressed woman with delicate makeup before her.It wasn't until Luana spoke that Angela's pupils contracted sharply, her face draining of color, her lips trembling as she stammered, "Y-y-y-o-u..."Then, as if she had seen a ghost, Angela retreated backward with the child, screaming at th
Dorian had just retrieved his suitcase from the baggage carousel when he spotted Luana approaching.He frowned slightly, his tone laced with displeasure, "Didn't I tell you to wait over there?"Luana rolled her eyes at him. "I was afraid you might grab the wrong luggage."With that, she slipped her phone into her small bag, took the suitcase from Dorian's hand, and began to wheel it away.Dorian, with his long legs, effortlessly kicked another large suitcase toward Luana. "This one's yours too," he said.Luana, though inwardly exasperated, shot a glare at Dorian's retreating figure and pushed both suitcases out of the airport behind him.Once outside, Luana handed the suitcase back to Dorian. "I'm going to meet a friend. Let's part ways here."Dorian tilted his head slightly, regarding her with an expression that seemed to question her intelligence. "You think I came all this way just to see you off?"Luana was speechless again
This meant he was giving her only one chance. If she refused, she would never be able to return home.Luana felt as if a heavy stone had settled in her heart, making it hard to breathe and preventing her from making a decision quickly.Dorian maintained his domineering posture, observing the shifting expressions on her face with a smug confidence, waiting leisurely for her response.Five minutes passed, and Luana took a deep breath before nodding. "Alright, I agree, but it's only a marriage in name."Dorian let out another faint sneer. "What else did you expect?"He picked up the diamond ring, nodded his chin, and gestured for Luana to extend her hand.Reluctantly, she stretched out her hand, and Dorian casually placed the ring on her right ring finger.After slipping the ring onto her finger, Dorian released her hand and looked into her eyes with his deep, dark gaze. "We go to the church tomorrow," he said.With that, he pocketed Dorothy's passport and turned to leave.Luana raised he
Luana stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her resemblance to Dorothy grew day by day, and fear began to gnaw at her heart.She had already been a stand-in once. How could she bear to become one again, especially for her sister?Accompanied by a caregiver, Luana visited a hair salon and had her hair extended to waist-length, styled in the familiar waves she once wore.Dorian said nothing when he saw her like this, but after she fell asleep, he took a pair of scissors and cut off her hair.Luana was terrified, nearly fainting from the shock.Dorian, however, propped his chin on his hand with a nonchalant expression and said, “Who said you can do that?”Luana gaped at him, unable to contain her frustration. "Dorian, are you crazy…?"Dorian let out a soft chuckle. "Only now figuring that out?"Speechless, Luana took a deep breath and tried to reason with him."I'm not Dorothy. I'm Luana. Can you stop d