Luke looked out of the window worriedly. Why was Charmine not home yet? Unless… Did she not care at all, even with how severely hurt Anthony was? Luke could only get the water himself and tried to lower Anthony’s fever.... Charmine held the umbrella and walked in the rain. She could not help thinking of how drenched Anthony was, how he was pale and that he had fainted. Although she was worried about his health, she did not want to care about him anymore. He brought this upon himself. No one made him come to this village. Charmine shook her head and forced herself not to think of the jerk. The light was dim, and she somehow arrived at the heel of the mountain, finding a run-down small house as she did. It was pitch dark inside. She opened the door and, taking advantage of the light from outside, took out her dagger to cut some wood to start a fire. The pitch dark room was lit up, and the room became warmer. She saw clearly how empty the room was with no other
Anthony looked at the run-down house, and his eyes darkened as an assumption occurred to him. No, Charmine would not do that. However cruel she was, she would not… With a mere glint of anticipation, Anthony walked toward the house. All he saw was Charmine sleeping on the bamboo bed. She seemed relaxed and well-rested. His anticipation shattered instantly. She actually found herself this run-down house instead of staying with him? Was he that disgusting to her? He was worried about her finding him a doctor and that something had happened to her, but the fact was that she did not care about him at all. She did not care! ‘Anthony Bailey, you’re such a fool.’ At that moment, Charmine was not in deep sleep, thus the sound of something moving aroused her from her sleep. When she saw the man in the house, she frowned. “Why are you here?” She did not sound pleased at all. Anthony clenched his fists and glared at her, no longer able to contain himself. “Do you hate
Charmine ignored Anthony’s existence as she walked into her house and saw the bed Anthony slept on. She instantly tossed out the blanket and pillow outside before slamming the door shut. Anthony eventually returned, only to be greeted with the sight of the things he used thrown on the floor. It felt like his heart had been stabbed. Gazing at Anthony helplessly, Luke asked, “Boss, what should we do now?” Anthony looked at Luke. “Bring these back, and wash them.” “Oh...alright, then.” Luke could only retrieve the items. Anthony stood before the door and looked at the shut door, his heart still aching at that moment. She was that cold-hearted that she could not even tolerate the sight of the items he had used? Eventually, he looked away and headed back to his temporary home. Luke was sorting things out when he saw how desolate Anthony seemed, and he could not help asking, “Boss, why don’t we go back? Ms. Jordan is doing quite well here.” She no longer liked Anthony,
Chloe could not help frowning.Had Jennie experimented on Anthony, which inflicted amnesia on him? It had to be that due to this, he broke off with Charmine, fearing failing her, even though they loved one another dearly. Chloe was quite certain of this. Anthony was not cold-hearted, after all. He just loved her too much. Reading the things that he had done for Charmine, Chloe was touched and her eyes reddened. The two should not have broken up. Chloe logged out and leaned on her chair to think. Amnesia, amnesia... True, amnesia was generally incurable, but this was only what the general public knew. No one had tested her way just yet! Chloe looked adorably serious. Turning on her laptop once more to search a few case studies, she also took a pen and jotted down a few things on a piece of paper. [BL, PL, AQ, PHKL.] Chloe’s brain rapidly spun as she wrote out different proportions below the names of the medicines before putting them together. The result would be
As he noticed how silent Dior had been, Harry coldly declared, “If you’re done, go back and stop following me.” With that, he walked past her. Dior looked at his back and, in a panic, bit her lip and clutched her stomach, starting to cry. She plastered a pained expression as she grunted, “Harry Cogen, my stomach hurts. I’m dying… Can you send me to the hospital?” Harry looked at her sloppy act. “Stomach-ache?” Dior nodded and looked at him, hope-filled. Harry met her eyes and paused. Had she fallen for him? Heh. His ex treated him this way in the beginning, too, but what happened afterward? She gave in to money and reality. Women’s love could be summed up by one word: cheap. Harry had a mocking look in his eyes as he scoffed, “Didn’t you drive here? Drive yourself there.” “But it hurts…” Dior seemed visibly pathetic. “My hands are numb. How am I supposed to drive? Take me there. Didn’t I stay in the hospital to take care of you before?” Harry eyed Dior. It
Dior smirked. “I’ll go and ask your dates to back away—every one of them!” Not waiting for Harry to react, she went straight into the hospital, leaving a speechless Harry behind. That was it? Did she not have any other ammunition against him than that? Furthermore, he was already late for his meeting! Dior went inside and, fearing Harry might leave, said to the doctor quickly, “Hurry, just say my stomach ache is severe, that I have to be admitted to the hospital.” The doctor was baffled. “Madam, what are you talking about?” “My stomach hurts,” repeated Dior, “and I want to be admitted. Get me the IV.” She brought out a stack of money. “Prepare a room for me.” The doctor was helpless. “Okay...” He admitted her and gave her a paper. Dior rushed out with the paper, and when she saw that Harry was still outside, she smiled. “The doctor said that it’s very severe, and I need to be admitted. Can you stay with me?” Harry looked at her face that showed no trace of pain. “
Sonia clenched the paper at hand, and her heart ached. Between love and reality, she chose the latter.... Harry walked into the ward with his hand on Dior’s waist. When the door closed, his hand fled from her form. Dior knew he was acting, but it still upset her. She pouted and sat on the bed while her eyes were fixed on him. He was gentle-looking, but after he saw that woman Sonia, he began to act strangely. Even though he said that he had let go of her, he probably still cared about her. Was this why he was in a hurry to go on dates—so he could forget about Sonia? Dior bit her lip and mumbled, “Harry, can you not go on the date?” Harry looked at her. “Why?” “You’re using my money,” replied Dior. “You can’t find another woman.” Harry’s gaze darted away, wanting to say something when his phone rang with a text message notification. Harry took it out and narrowed his eyes. PHKL? Why would Chloe need this medicine? Was Grandma ill? Harry frowned as he look
Dior’s gaze turned steely as she looked at Harry, asking, “What medicine do you want?” Harry turned to look at her, only noticing then how pale she had gotten. He wondered if her stomach was indeed hurting. “Why did you come down?” he asked. “Silly question.” Dior scoffed. “You left all of a sudden, so of course I had to chase after you.” Harry’s eyes darkened as he looked at her. Noticing how silent he was, Dior repeated, “What medicine do you want?” “PHKL.” Dior frowned. This medicine was expensive, and only special people could get their hands on it. Even his father might not get his hands on it. Still, how could she disappoint her crush? Dior wound her arms around Harry’s and said, “No hurry. I’ll make a phone call to ask about it.” Harry was going to ask his staff to get it, wanting to turn Dior’s offer down, but she had walked him to a stool. After taking a few steps, he realized that she was limping. He frowned and asked, “What happened to your legs?” D
There was an unnoticeable glint in Sonia's eyes. She nestled herself further into Harry's arms as she added, "Let’s go to Pares. We'll come back after I give birth to the baby.""Alright."Harry stayed by Sonia's side as he watched over her, cared for her, and talked to her until she finally slept in his care.He stood up tiredly and walked out of the room to sit in the living room.Thuck!Something fell out of his pocket.He narrowed his eyes to the source of sound and spotted a USB.Since when did he have a USB in his pocket?With a small frown on his face, Harry curiously picked it up and noticed the front side of the USB glowing. Something was carved onto its surface, too.[Granger].Was it Dior’s USB? Why was her USB inside his pocket?Harry’s clear fingers held on the USB tightly. He thought for a moment before he took out a laptop, turned it on, and plugged in the USB.A moment later, the screen showed what seemed to be peculiar surveillance footage with a descriptio
Dior was still lost in her storm of thoughts when a shadowy figure zipped past her and ran toward Harry.When she spotted this familiar figure, she reacted quickly and held onto him."Let go of me!" growled Guy. "How dare he slap you and misunderstood you? I have to beat some sense into him!"Harry broke free and chased after Harry.Dior, despite having lost all hope and life in her, mustered the last strand of her will to chase after Guy and reeled him back. "Brother, don't," she muttered, "spare your energy…" Her sorrow clouded her eyes as she mumbled, "He’s the man I love. Even though he hates me, I won’t allow you to hurt him. As for the explanation…"Dior smiled ironically. "Whatever. That slap decimated every beautiful daydream I have about him, anyway."She no longer expected anything from him.He had no trust in her, so what would it matter if she finally got him? He did not even love her, and he did not trust her either.Dior smiled elegantly, but her eyes were fille
Dior looked forward to that new shift.She watched as Harry made his way into the restaurant silently, unable to deter her mind from the daydreams she had of him, of the new chapter of their story they would have.He would apologize to her, trying to redeem himself, and kiss her dearly as he embraced her. Later down the line, they would have a child of their own, too.Harry's long legs walked in strides, his dark gaze trained on Dior.The bright light shone on Dior’s delicately stunning face, and she also wore a red dress.He remembered her wearing this back in Mount Village.He could remember how alluring she looked back then, how they stayed in the same room, how she put down her ego to treat him with so much gentleness.Harry’s cold face mellowed down, but recalling a certain memory, the vague wistfulness in him vanished and he sat in front of her.Dior looked at him fondly, like she always would. "Long time no see."Her eyes burned brightly as if she wanted to drink in his
Dior examined the footage the moment she received it.True enough, it showed Sonia and George talking about their little deal. It also showed how Dior was telling the truth while they both ganged up on her.Dior’s frail heart felt as though it was rejuvenated once more, feeling as though blood was once more pumped into her heart. Her dull eyes devoid of hope regained their lost luster once more.Not thinking twice, she dialed Harry's number with this evidence, though he had to be busy, seeing as he did not pick up even after the phone rang for a long while.Just as she was about to hang up, Harry picked up the phone."What do you want?"On the other end of the call was the voice that she had missed for so long. His low, hoarse voice sounded so cold and emotionless.Hearing his voice brought Dior back to the image of his handsome face, and her heart skipped a beat.She tried her best to restrain her fluttering emotions as she tried to speak calmly, "Do you have time? I’d like to
At Mount Village…Inside the elegant bamboo house was Dior, dressed in a beige dress. She sat in the front yard as she took sips of her wine.The sunlight shone past the leaves and illuminated her, yet she exuded an air of loneliness.She swirled the glass and could not help recalling the moments she spent with Harry.In the beginning, she was attracted by his looks; he looked so gentle and elegant.She gave him money, kept him company, and continuously showed up around him in hopes of conquering him.Alas, she ended up in this state.The time she spent with him in Mount Village was the happiest time she had ever had. They had lived inside the bamboo house together, where he took care of her and claimed her to be his woman.They even laid inside the same room.Everything was so beautiful.Cursed was her luck, however, that it was just an illusion. He had been using her from the start, while he chose to stay with the woman who lied to him and even hurt him!No matter how mu
"Although Susan was unhappy, she should've voiced out her displeasure instead of bottling things. Cheating is wrong, regardless. Furthermore, if she wanted a career, she didn't have to stay home and depend on her husband."Grandma Bailey halted.Was that what Charmine truly thought of?Grandma Bailey thought Charmine would find Susan too aggressive unto herself.Charmine glanced at Susan again and apathetically commented, "She doesn't want to make money on her own, but she wants to be rich while complaining about her man not making time for her and taking care of her? If a woman has no ability of her own and also blames others for her miseries, all she's worth is to sit quietly at home and wait for her husband to come home. She also has no right to cheat! This is how the world works."Charmine patted Grandma Bailey’s shoulder and held Anthony’s hand, her words met with everyone's evidently surprised gazes and their silence.Grandma Bailey was shocked. Sure, Charmine sounded rathe
The colossal cruise started to drift away from the pier.Eric stood on the cruise and let the wind blow at him, loneliness and hatred still oozing from his being.He stared at the blue ocean ahead of him as Charmine's words rang in his mind unceasingly.'Will you really feel good after you've killed them?''You saw Susan suffering from a serious wound; would you still kill the one sibling you have left in the world?'"Forgive them and yourself.'Deliberating everything carefully, his lips curled into a bitter smile.It was true, after all, that Charmine understood him the most.Eric poured himself another drink and downed it with loneliness as he allowed the cruise to bring him wherever it would take him.…Susan was still inside the operating room when Charmine and the rest of the Baileys rushed into the hospital.Darryl stood before the room, his expression blank, his figure lonely and helpless.So many things had happened in half a day.He found out about his wife's inf
"No one's stopping you now. Eat!"Anthony clenched his hands tightly and took another glance at Charmine. He was more determined than before, and he was close to eating the pills in the bottle.Charmine, who was held hostage, gradually opened her eyes at that moment. Her gaze drifted toward Eric before she asked, her tone challenging, "Will you really feel good after you've killed them? You saw Susan suffering from a serious wound; would you still kill the one sibling you have left in the world?"Eric halted, and his eyes darkened.Charmine had just woken up, yet what she said…He cast a cold glance at Charmine. "It's my business, and it has nothing to do with you!"They were his family, and he did not want a family like this!Charmine looked squarely at him. "Eric, I don’t care if you used me or plotted against me all these years; I've treated you like a true friend, nothing more nor less. You were the only person who stayed by my side in the past five years, so I hope that you
Anthony's breath hitched when he saw Charmine.He clenched his fists and, without doubting himself, relented "I can agree to your terms, so let her go right away. This has nothing to do with her; you only hate me after all. As long as you let her go, I'll take the pill. Everything will end right away."Susan shook her head. "We'll die after eating the pill. I’m not taking that!"She had just reunited with Eric, and she did not want to die yet. She looked at Eric and begged, "Please let Anthony be, why don't you? He’s your brother, after all, and he doesn’t even know about your existence. If you’re really angry, just kill Charmine, and I'll make it up to you—"Anthony's expression contorted in sheer fury upon hearing Susan's plea, and he glared at her with murderous intent."This was all your fault, so what right do you have to make Charmine take your blame?!""What on earth are you going on about?" snapped Grandma Bailey. "Charmine has been kidnapped because of you, yet you want