"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
When Eva was impersonating Cline's lover, she was also terrified of being tortured to death like Valda.But she mustered the courage to do so because, since Gath sent people to rape her, she had felt she should disappear from the world.It was Cline who reached out to her, telling her not to rush revenge and that it would eventually succeed.This gave her the courage to live on.With Cline's support, Eva traveled far to study medicine.Cline had given her the strength to start anew, and so she remained devoted to him.But she hadn't anticipated that her initial intention was to protect Luana by keeping a low profile, only to inadvertently drag her into trouble.Eva lowered her dim eyes, striving to suppress her guilt, and looked up at Cline."Luana, do it!" she urged.The worst that could happen was losing her life, which was nothing to fear.Cline glanced at Eva, his icy gaze shifting back to Sheila
He recalled that night when he held her and unintentionally hurled hurtful words, driving her further away.His thoughts drifted back to their first encounter.He was bloodied, sitting in the shade waiting for Gehrmann.She left a bottle of water as she hurried into the school, her profile forever etched in his mind.Later, outside the nightclub, he saw her soaked through, kneeling on the ground with eyes filled with despair.He took her, became addicted to her tenderness, and even forced her to sign a lover's agreement.But every time she called out Albion's name in her sleep, his heart stirred with jealousy.When Runa returned to the States, he ended the agreement, only to find he couldn't let go.He posed as "Mr. Night" to get close to her, using Runa to test her feelings, just to confirm if she had fallen for him.It wasn't until Calvert appeared that he realized he was already deeply ensnared.Now, looking at
Calvert approached Cline step by step, his tone gentle but his words cutting deep, "Inside is just a handful of ashes. Even if you open the coffin, you won't see her—because... I was the one who cremated her."Calvert looked Cline in the eye, noting the redness in his eyes, and felt a surge of satisfaction.The Luana he held dear had wanted to see this man one last time before passing, but Cline hadn't answered her calls and had even let another woman hurt her, causing her to leave with regret.How could he not hate him?Calvert's words caused Cline's slightly curled fingers to suddenly clench tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.The pain in his heart didn't subside.Instead, it quickly spread throughout his body, like electric shocks coursing through his limbs, making him tremble all over.Despite the intense pain, he still refused to believe Luana was dead.He hadn't had the chance to see her one last time&md
Calvert chose a gravesite overlooking LA's night view.Across the scenic mountain was where he and Luana had been.She once said she loved this place and wanted him to bring her often.But he broke his promise, never taking her again, even forgetting her.Calvert lowered his head towards the urn in his arms, guilt staining his eyes red."Luana, I'm sorry..."Clarissa arrived with the belongings, hearing Calvert's apology.She stopped, looking at him holding the urn, and felt a moment of pity.The lovers' missed connection must have left him more regretful than her.Clarissa held back tears, pushed the suitcase to him, and said softly, "Albion, it's time for the burial."Lois had picked the burial date. Further delay would cause trouble.Clarissa wanted Luana to rest in peace.Calvert came to his senses and looked at the suitcase. "Is this all she has?"Clarissa shook her head. "I can't burn th
She saw a folded piece of paper in the drawer.Upon opening it, she discovered it was a message from Luana to Cline.Just a few short sentences, but they revealed Luana's true feelings.To honor her wishes, Clarissa picked up the phone.Taking a deep breath, Clarissa said into the receiver, "Luana is gone. Don't call anymore."Cline had been waiting for Luana to speak, but instead, he heard a strange woman's voice.Ignoring the statement that "Luana is gone," he said in a deep voice, "Let Luana speak."Clarissa was immediately angered. "She's dead. How can she speak?"This was the third time today someone had told him Luana was dead, which was just too absurd.He tightly gripped his phone and coldly asked, "Who are you?"Clarissa replied with patience, "Luana's friend, Clarissa."He knew Luana had a close friend who had been her support, but he still couldn't believe what she was saying. "You're Ms. Moss, r
Cline looked down at her, not wanting to waste any more breath. He simply said coldly, "Get out."Under normal circumstances, Runa would have left without daring to defy Cline.But at this moment, she was wrapped in a bath towel, her feminine curves fully exposed to him.It was bad enough that he was indifferent. He wouldn't even glance at her and now told her to leave. How could she bear that?Runa clenched her fists so tightly that her fingernails dug into her palms, and she said resentfully, "You promised him that you would marry me. Have you forgotten?"Upon hearing this, the darkness in Cline's eyes didn't lessen but intensified. "If it weren't for him, I would never marry you. Do you understand? Now get out quickly!"Runa's breath caught. In the past, whenever she had used this threat against Cline, he would always concede to some extent.Even if he didn't give in, his attitude towards her would improve. But now, he completely d
Clarissa had already cried herself into a mess by the time she finished reading the letter.The bank card tucked inside the envelope felt like a heavy iron weight, pressing down on her heart and making it hard for her to breathe.Luana was so silly, worrying about her being short of money even at the brink of death, but..."Luana, I don't need your money. I just want you to come back..."Clarissa clutched the envelope tightly, a wave of longing unlike anything she had ever felt before washing over her, causing her to cry her heart out.Eventually, Clarissa fell into a deep sleep from sheer exhaustion, even her dreams filled with visions of Luana returning.Her heart was filled with sorry and a subconscious longing for Luana to come back, which was why she saw her in her dreams.When she woke up and returned to reality, that feeling of falling into an abyss and the sense of helplessness instantly filled her entire being, suffocating he
He wouldn't let her go without a grave. After spending some more time with her, he would bury her with his own hands.Seeing him like this, Gath didn't insist further. "Take care of yourself. Let me know if you need anything."Calvert nodded, his expression calm. Gath left with some relief.Before leaving, Gath instructed the bodyguard to look after him carefully and ensure nothing happened to him.After Gath left, Calvert took out a clean towel and meticulously wiped the urn.When Clarissa woke up from her coma, she learned from Eva that Calvert had already cremated Luana and cried her heart out once more.Eva held her shoulders, offering silent comfort. She too was too upset to speak about Luana's sudden passing.Luana had originally had two more months, but it wasn't for her that she wouldn't have been beaten by the Moriarty family...Her helplessness had indirectly become one of the reasons for Luana's death...Accom
Gath learned of Luana's passing and rushed over, only to be confronted with this heart-wrenching scene.In his memory, Calvert had always been the epitome of grace and composure, never losing his cool.But now... Gath couldn't find the right words to describe him. He just felt that Calvert seemed possessed."Gath..." he grabbed Gath's hand, his voice trembling as he pleaded, "You're a medical genius. You must have a way to save her, right?"Gath looked into his bloodshot eyes and couldn't help but feel his own eyes welling up. "Calvert, pull yourself together..."Gath didn't even say it was impossible to save her. Instead, he urged him to stay strong, which only emphasized the hopelessness of the situation.Calvert felt utterly drained, collapsing to the ground, his eyes fixated on the tightly shut iron gate with a look of utter despair.As night slowly fell, the crematorium's iron gate creaked open, and a staff member emerged, holdin