"Would Grandfather do something that doesn't benefit him?" Patrick sneered. "I didn't get it at first. But do you know what he said yesterday in the hospital? He said that he told me when I was a child that, one day, if there would be a woman who could affect my mood, then he would not hesitate to destroy her."
After finishing speaking, Patrick clenched his fists. Only he knew that he was about to go crazy from anger right now! "That is why he hurt Gloria! It turned out that even he could tell how much influence Gloria had on me, yet I had no idea. What a fool I was! What's more, I was stupid enough to throw her into werewolf prison, putting her through all that she didn't deserve!" Patrick clenched his fists, suppressing his anger. "Really? Just because of that?" Ellison couldn't believe his ears. He thought, 'For that reason, he nearly destroyed an entire Alpha bloodline?' Patrick glanced at Ellison mockingly and said sarcastically, "Of course, he wou"Tell me the whole story of that day again." Patrick's expression was so calm that no one could tell what he was thinking. Christine tried hard to remain calm. Clear-minded, she repeated everything that happened that day in detail. Her description was not exactly perfect, but it made her words more believable. Patrick did not say anything, because none of Christine's words made her suspicious. Besides, there was no point for her to bear the consequences of revealing something that had nothing to do with her. Patrick did not know Christine well enough. At least, he did not know who Christine was many years ago. The Christine he knew was loyal, selfish, and indifferent. That was why she could manage to look coldly at those men and women who indulged themselves in sensual pleasures in Fittro Club during those countless nights. Patrick believed that a person like Christine would not hide anything from him for something that did not benefit her at all
Patrick ignored Derrick and said to Kevin, "Kevin, see him out." Derrick was pale. He looked down at the ground and walked out under Kevin's gaze. Just as Derrick was about to vanish from Patrick's sight, the latter, who was on the stairs behind him, said, "Derrick, there's something you don't understand. It's because she's my mate, not yours, that you and I choose differently." After saying that, Patrick no longer bothered to talk to Derrick. He turned around and walked up the stairs. Derrick's body shook. He was still in a trance until he got into the driver's seat. He thought back to Patrick's words. Patrick said that they were different, which was the reason why they chose differently. Derrick closed his eyes, and suddenly, a line of tears ran from the corners of his eyes. He thought, 'Gloria, is that so? So, the whole story is about Patrick and Gloria. I am never part of it. Right?' He opened his eyes, looked at the wine in his
At the same time, in the Black Thorn Pack in Gabbs, Sean opened the door and smelt wine. He glanced at Patrick, who was sitting on the ground, and said, "Who said he wouldn't drown his sorrows?" Patrick, who was on the ground, didn't care at all. Holding the bottle, he poured the wine into his mouth, surrounded by bottles of different sizes. "Say something!" Sean looked at the drunk Patrick with inexplicable sadness and anger deep in his heart. Finally, Sean could not stand it anymore. He grabbed Patrick by the collar and shouted at Patrick, "Wake up! You said you would find her as long as you lived, right? And look at you now!" Sean thought, 'I didn't buy it when Beta Kevin called me. In the past three years, even in the worst of his sorrows, Patrick has never drowned his sorrows in alcohol. Patrick once told me that he didn't even have enough time to look for Gloria. How would he waste time drinking his sorrows away?' "Patrick, ge
"Patrick, did you lose your pride and confidence? The Patrick I know will always be determined and make everyone proud. I don't know this damn drunkard. As long as you want, I'll ask Stewart to buy a plane ticket for you right now. You can go anywhere you want. What if the Moon Goddess lets you two meet again?" Sean could not watch Patrick ruin himself. He roared, hoping that Patrick could cheer up again. "No, she won't see me again." Dejected, Patrick stared at his palm in a daze. He muttered, "She ran away. She hates me. I know." Patrick picked up a wine bottle on the ground and held it high. He put the bottle near his mouth, only to find there was no single drop of liquor inside. Patrick was still tilting the wine bottle with a blank expression. He was completely drunk. Sean looked down at Patrick and couldn't hide the pain in his eyes. Sean's eyes fell on Patrick's palm. He thought, 'Gloria, you think you just left behind a letter telling the
Kate in the guesthouse had seen the car coming over. She had a lively and cheerful personality. She tilted her head happily and said, "Gloria, is there anyone who booked a room online today?" Gloria enjoyed bathing in the sun on a lounge chair in the yard the most in the past three years. She reached out and rubbed her eyebrows. She was not very concerned about whether there was an online reservation. "Gloria, making money is important!" Kate was a bit furious. In Kate's eyes, Gloria was an unreliable boss making strange rules and caring little about earning money from the first day of business. "Of course it is," Gloria said something against her heart slowly, afraid that Kate would use a local accent to scold her again. "Gloria! Be serious! Did anyone book a room online today?" Kate asked. "Well... I don't think so." Gloria felt a little guilty. "Really?" Kate was so angry that she wanted to hit someone. She had never met such a boss bef
Gloria mocked herself in her heart, 'Maybe my life has become too simple, so my mind has gotten slower.' Ellison looked at Gloria's dull face with appreciation, trying to find traces of her bright smiles from her childhood. His eyes blinked with regret. It seemed that the smiling Gloria would never appear again. "The coffee tastes really good." Ellison took another sip. Gloria suddenly reacted. She frowned and said, "That's my cup." "Sorry." Ellison put down the cup in his hand gracefully. Gloria looked at him with surprise. It was her cup. Wasn't it something very private that people don't share with strangers? She said angrily, "You are Ellison, right? I can let you use the lounge chair, but you are not supposed to touch my cup. That's not polite. Or do you often drink from a stranger's cup?" "Don't be angry," Ellison smiled, raised his hands, and comforted her. "I was thirsty just now, and I didn't know it was your cup. Otherwise
Sean copied the video clips from the flash drive into his laptop. Just as Sean was about to click it open, Stewart touched the back of Sean's hand and gave him a heads-up. "It can be hard to watch, be prepared." Sean didn't take it seriously at first. Suddenly, his eyes widened. He exclaimed, "What the hell?" He pointed at the video that was playing. "This is just the beginning," Stewart said indifferently. Sean shut up. The room seemed to be consumed by silence. Time ticked away slowly before they finished watching the video clips. Finally, the computer screen shut down. Sean's heart was beating rapidly. Sean reached out to take the cigarette from Stewart. After spitting out a large puff of smoke, he leaned against the back of the chair and said, "It should be destroyed." Stewart's hand trembled while he was holding the cigarette. He refused. "I'm afraid not." "We can't let him see it. He will go crazy." Sean felt lik
After driving for a while, Ellison stopped at a remote store. "Look around. If you can't pick up a favorite cup here, we will go to another store." Then Gloria sat down on a recliner. Ellison pretended to focus on picking up a cup, but he was glancing at Gloria from the corner of his eye. "Anything you like?" Gloria noticed that Ellison was looking at her. "Yes," Ellison pointed and said, "I want this set." After stepping out of the store, Ellison found that the red marks on the back of his hand had disappeared. He rubbed that part hard with his back facing Gloria. He looked at the bruise and felt much more satisfied. Gloria led the way in front. She asked, "What kind of lounge chair do you want?" "I think yours is good." Ellison stared at her and smiled. Gloria nodded. "Alright, I'll take you to that store. Things there are a little expensive, but the quality is good." "Okay." Ellison agreed. They didn't spend
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
Luana had long harbored such suspicions in her heart.If her mother had not passed away, Dorothy would not have had to flee with her across different places.Her mother and sister must have experienced some terrifying events back then.Thinking of how George had not mentioned her father once, Luana couldn't help but ask again, "And my father...?"Before she could finish, George spread his hands helplessly, "Sorry, that's all I know."Luana stopped pressing George for more information, but her gaze took on a more inquisitive hue.George, an internationally renowned cardiologist, had gone to such lengths for her sister—what exactly was their relationship?George placed the photo frame on the bedside table and, noticing Luana's scrutinizing look, guessed her thoughts."Dorothy and Dorian have been close friends of mine for many years..." he offered a brief explanation, yet said nothing of the conflict between Dorian and Doro