Lucas did not care about Gloria's attitude. With an indifferent smile on his face, he said, "Wounds should be treated. Leaving it will only make things worse."
"It's none of your business," Gloria said coldly. Then she remembered that she had just received 20 thousand dollars from Lucas, so she adjusted her tone and continued, "Mr. Norman, please don't kiss my forehead again." Lucas looked at Gloria suggestively. He said gently, "Then can I kiss you?" He quickly pecked at her lips after finishing speaking. Gloria lowered her head. A hint of disgust flashed across her eyes, and Lucas did not see it. Gloria asked, "Mr. Norman, the kiss is included in the money, right?" Lucas wasn't offended. Instead, he was very satisfied with the prey he had his eyes on. As he expected, Gloria was not as timid as she let on. "The money includes the kiss on your forehead," Lucas said, feeling pleased. Then he left Gloria's room and stood in the doorwaGloria went back to the Public Relations Department lounge and sat inside. She was the only one there. Time ticked by, and soon, it was time to go home. Same as yesterday, she received no work at all. Gloria was not stupid. She had been out of work for the last month, sitting on her hands. She vaguely had a theory about the reason why. She left Fittro Club and went back to her dorm. She walked up the stairs, and just like yesterday, she saw Lucas at her door. This time, Gloria did not ask anything. She just took out her key in front of Lucas and opened the door. Then she said, "Come in, Mr. Lucas. I'll make you something to eat." Lucas looked at Gloria's back as she cooked in the kitchen in an orderly manner. The corners of his mouth curled up since he was in a good mood. He ate up as usual. When he put down his knife and fork, there was a check for 20 thousand dollars at the corner of the table. "I guess the food I make is m
Gloria didn't look embarrassed at all. She said frankly, "Mr. Lucas, I never said that the food I cooked was worth 100 thousand dollars. You gave it to me because you thought it was worth it. I was short of money, so I accepted it. Why did I accept it, though I knew it was not an equivalent exchange? Perhaps you have forgotten that I am a woman who will do anything for money. I'm a call girl. I'm not a socialite. I need money. I need one million dollars. It means the world to me. If I don't come up with this money by the deadline, I'm going to lose something very important." "That has nothing to do with me." Lucas was expressionless. He did not care about anyone else. He raised his hand and glanced at his watch. "I have wasted a lot of time already. Miss Carter, I have disturbed you for a long time now. There's no need for us to meet again in the future." "I thought so, too. That's why I walked you downstairs." She thought for a moment. Then she said, "Mr. Luc
A crisp slap rang out. It was particularly clear in the corridor at night. Lucas' face went sideways. After a long while, he slowly raised his hand and touched his cheek in disbelief. "That was quite a slap," Lucas said. Gloria's hand was shaking, but her eyes looked determined. She felt the pleasure of revenge. She said, "Mr. Norman, you enjoy rubbing salt on other people's wounds so much. Now you know. It hurts." After that, she angrily turned around and walked up the stairs, ignoring his reaction. Lucas was still standing on the stairs. He touched his cheek, which was in pain, and he did not chase after her. His eyes were flickering with an obscure light. He kept staring at her back till she disappeared. He walked downstairs, went out of the neighborhood, and got into the sports car parked on the side of the road, his cheeks burning. He touched his face again and sighed, "It does hurt." He picked up his
Lucas stood up, turned his head to look at the vigilant woman, and asked, "Aren't you going to send me off?" "No. Mr. Norman, close the door when you leave," said Gloria. "Isn't it a basic requirement in your line of work to see people off? Or, Miss Carter, do you think that I'm not a guest for you anymore, since you're off work and in your dormitory now? Miss Carter, maybe I should go to Fittro Club, the place where you work, to see you tomorrow. What do you think?" Lucas said casually. Gloria thought, 'Seriously? Are you threatening me again? How despicable!' Gloria gritted her teeth. Each time, Lucas always managed to make her grind her teeth with hatred. She said, "Mr. Norman, you are right. I shouldn't neglect my guests, just because I'm off duty. Mr. Norman, let me send you off." As she spoke, she walked forward while looking at the man next to her even more vigilantly. She thought, 'Who knows what's wrong with him? He
Gloria looked flustered and viscerally rejected Christine's statement. She quickly said, "Christine, I haven't changed." "Gloria, haven't you noticed? The expression on your face is no longer rigid. All I could see in your face before was a dull, lifeless look," Christine looked at Gloria and said. "Now I think you're more like a living person." Gloria opened her mouth. She wanted to say something to refute Christine. "Gloria, who made you change? Lucas?" It didn't seem that Christine felt glad for Gloria. She went furious instantly and rebuked Gloria sternly, "He's up to no good! Gloria, I want you to feel happy, more than anyone else. But this man, Lucas, shouldn't be the one to walk you out, because he could get you hurt again." Gloria did not speak. Christine exhaled hard and said, "Gloria, promise me not to see him again. I will arrange a new dormitory for you today." "No!" Gloria immediately looked up and called out. In the ne
Patrick would come to Gloria tomorrow. At the thought of that, she felt desperate and helpless about her fate. She had no idea where to come up with the rest of the money. Lucas left Gloria's dormitory building and sat in his car. He felt bored all of a sudden. He figured that it was probably the so-called emptiness he felt after the game ended. He started the car and was heading back to the Sea Moon Pack. Lucas' departure took away the glimmer of hope that Gloria finally traced back. She became soulless again. By constantly touching her wound, he continually made himself become a distinctive, unique part of her misery. Lucas was a playa. He knew every bit of the subtle change that was taking place in Gloria through his constant touch of her wound. Gloria had no idea, yet he did. In other words, he won the hunting game. The next day, the moment Gloria arrived at Fittro Club, she was called to the office by Christine. "Did you
Gloria looked at Harry in disbelief for a while. After that, she lowered her head expressionlessly and said, "Mr. Carter, then I won't make things difficult for you." "Gloria, don't be like this. I have no choice. Don't blame me." Harry took out his wallet and handed a stack of bills to Gloria. "Take this to buy yourself some food and clothes." Gloria stood there and didn't take the money at all. Harry grabbed Gloria's hand and stuffed the money into her hand. He said, "Gloria, stop acting like this and learn to accept others' kindness. Don't be as willful as before." Gloria looked at the money in her hand, and her heart ached. "I am a call girl, but I don't want money from your family!" Gloria said in a gruff voice. She threw the money in the air and the notes scattered everywhere in the elevator. "Also, you are no longer my brother." The elevator returned to the original floor it was on. When the elevator doors opened, Gloria ignored Harry and walked out. Then he gra
Gloria's shoulders trembled, and she clenched her hands into fists. Harry's sudden appearance caught her off guard, and she tried to restrain the urge to scream. She was furious because of Harry's remark about her. What did Harry know? He was the son of the Alpha of the Silver Spring Pack. He had money, and he had the pack guards protecting him. When Gloria got out of the werewolf prison, she had only a few dollars on her. Where else could she go besides Fittro Club? There were so many packs in Gabbs, yet not a single one of them would take in a rogue who was an ex-con from the werewolf prison. Gloria didn't have a wolf, so she couldn't be a real rogue either. She might not survive a day in Shadow Forest. With trembling hands, Gloria took out her phone and glanced at it. She sniffed, raised her head, slowly turned around, and walked towards the elevator. She would not give in. Even if there were only forty minutes left, she w