★★★★★ For a second, Connor had a face of surprise before he looked back at Rebecca, who let go of his hand. She, in her head, thought to speak about her past to Connor the following morning so that people would not fill his mind with poison about her. There were not many friends she had left to talk to. "Speak, Rebecca! Or are you afraid another Harrington is going to toss you out of his life and you end up again on the street!?" Henrick ridiculed Rebecca with a chuckle. Simultaneously, faint laughs could be heard around the room, meaning everyone was holding their laugh as if eagerly feeding on her humiliation. Rebecca balled her fist to bear the humiliation as her gaze dropped in shame. She wanted to answer every one, but there was nothing she had against the blame Henrick poured on her head because Edward left her handicapped four years ago. "Edward, buddy, help your brother to see the right path," Henrick called out to Edward, intending to embarrass Rebecca more. But when every
★★★★On the other hand, Connor left the party in search of Rebecca. So everyone left one by one. Hosey called Veronica, who sounded distressed on the phone and informed her she did not know where Edward was. He was not returning her calls.But Henrick did not leave immediately as he remained in the room and enjoyed whiskey until he was not let go of the anger left by Rebecca.He got up and staggered to walk, but he made his way out of the bar. He called his driver to pick him up since he was not a smooth driver especially when he was drunk. Leaning against the post, he whistled and waited for his driver; when suddenly he felt a presence behind him. As soon as he turned to see who the person was, a strong punch hit his face and he crashed to the ground. In fear, Henrick muttered in a shaky voice, "W-who are you?" The man in front of him had his face covered completely and wore back attire. The person looked like a professional killer to Henrick. For a second, his heart leapt to his m
★★★★★ "My wife!" Edward shouted, the eerie coldness in his eyes left the man struggling to stand upright. His voice shook like a leaf as he answered, "I don't know your wife, sir. I work in this cafe and also take care of this place because many teenagers come here to take drugs!" Hearing the man, Edward let go of his wrist, which was on the verge of snapping from the force Edward put. The man began rubbing his wrist, feeling as though he could not hold anything with his right hand for a while. His thoughts were interrupted by a picture Edward showed on his phone. "Did you see her in the shop tonight?!" Edward demanded. He was going crazy every second not finding Rebecca. His desperation in those eyes could not be overlooked, as if his patience was on edge, losing control. The man looked closely at the picture before answering, "Yes, she was here in the shop, and she got to know the owner of the shop, Miss Ella. They talked for a while. Later I saw her getting into Miss Ella's
★★★★★"Don't shout here! Someone is sleeping. She is kind enough to let you in. If I were in her place, you had to stay at the door till the morning," Rebecca said and made her way to the couch, holding the medical kit. "I know how to break the door!" Edward replied with a smug expression, his lips twitching at the corner. He had already planned to kick the door if his fist failed to wake people up."Then why didn't you go to your doctor and kick his door open? You could get better treatment for your hand!" Rebecca said and held his right hand; carefully, she began to remove the glass pieces from his hand with the help of a tweezer."Why did you turn off your phone and I believe before that you did have seen missed calls from me?" Edward asked coldly, closely looking at Rebecca's soft features. Her supple cheeks had a soft tint, which must be because of the chilliness in the room, and trailing down she had beautiful lips. "Yes, I did! It did not concern me why you had called. Do you
★★★★★ The following morning, Ella looked for Edward first in the living room, before heading for the room to see if Rebecca was there. As soon as she pushed the door, it came out unlocked, leaving her surprised. Silently, she peeked inside and was startled by the sight. Quickly, she pulled the door shut again, careful not to make a sound. However, Edward was blessed with sharp hearing; his alarming senses made him the king of the jungle. He glanced at the door with sharp eyes, noticing the woman’s hand closing the door. He breathed a sigh and glanced at the woman beside him. At that moment, he realized her arms and one leg were on his body. Her small face was resting on his shoulder, her gentle breathing crashing on his skin. When he tried to remove her hand, Rebecca grumbled as if her favourite pillow had been taken away. She rubbed her face on his shoulder like a kitten as if it was looking for a comfortable place to sleep. Nonetheless, her unintentional action raised Goosebumps
★★★★★As soon as Edward parked the car in front of the Harrington manor and was about to go out, Rebecca's voice stopped him, "Thank you for helping Ella's dad!" Edward gave her a glance that conveyed nothing, but a vacant stare. Rebecca was waiting to hear something, but instead, she saw him leaving the car with a distant attitude.She breathed without minding his attitude as she stepped out of the car and made her way to the house. As soon as she stepped on the threshold of the manor, a sharp voice hit her eardrum. "I was worried about you. I had seen you got injured by that glass, and then you vanished. Where were you? Why didn't you answer my call?" Veronica complained to Edward, blocking his path.When her eyes noticed Rebecca at the door, instantly her fury got fueled, and she asked with agitation in her voice, "Why did she enter with you? Were you two together last night?" Rebecca knew Veronica would pick this topic to create drama, but she was not in the mood to bicker with
★★★★★ Later that day, Rebecca was working in the Harrington office, managing the rest of the files. All she was looking for to do was to wrap up the work and leave. Meanwhile, Edward was working at his desk, talking to someone on the phone, but his eyes kept glancing at Rebecca and watched her eagerness to finish the work. Plus, she kept chatting with someone on her phone, causing distraction for him. Before this would grate her nerves he put the phone down and said, "Bring me a coffee!" Rebecca looked up and asked, "You are talking to me!?" "Is there anyone else in the room other than you and me?" Edward replied, leaning back in the chair with a challenging smirk. "You have people to do that. Stop being a pain in my ass!" Rebecca grumbled, driven by the urge to throw something at him. "You don’t have a job to go to or people to meet. I am giving you chores to help you use your time, which is precious. Be grateful!" Edward said. "What nonsense! As soon as I am done with th
★★★★★Ignoring Rebecca's tantrum at the coffee machine, Trevor and Edward began dismissing the matter on their plate."Boss, Henrick Luther's father called me a couple of times; I avoided him. Are you really sure you want to accept the German company's proposal? Luther is our ally, and most importantly, he is a close friend!" Trevor said, using a serious tone. A sudden change of course in his boss’s thoughts left him bewildered."What is your thought?" Edward asked Trevor, but his eyes slipped to Rebecca and noticed how she had stopped making coffee."I don't think you should betray the Luthor, especially when his son is in the hospital for serious injuries," Trevor said.Meanwhile, Rebecca's sharp ears noted everything, including the fact that Edward was accepting a foreign company, kicking the people he had close connections with.She turned around with the coffee and brought it to the table; her mind was swirling, 'Did she truly send the letter?!' Last night, because of Connor, she
★★★★★ "Miss Jonas' name send you in trance?" Imara said with a teasing tone as she poured tea into the cups. The fresh smell of the tea spread fresh wings across the room, bringing Edward out of his thoughts. He rested his arm on the armrest, answering, "Two of you have a wide imagination, I must say. But it is not what you are thinking?" "That's a shame! I love that girl," Turner said, grasping a teacup from Imara, who offered him a small cake with it. "How about I choose her for Daniel, Imara? What do you think?" Turner asked, his tone had a hint of seriousness. "Are you sure, Dad?" Imara answered; her gaze shifted from Turner to Edward and she saw his unwinded face became dark. Before she could say something to adjust the situation Edward stood up, saying, "I am done here. If there is anything I can help you with, feel free to reach out to me." The situation startled Imara, who instantly thought Edward got pissed because of their words. She put the cup down and got up, adding
★★★★★"Yes, Edward. How are you, Turner?" said Edward with a calm tone, making his way to Turner, who was sitting by the window, basking under the sun that poured its sunshine inside filtering through the window."I am well. I was waiting for you to come. My eyes longed to see your face," Turner said, his smile did not leave his face."Why did not you call or reach out to me?" Edward sat opposite him. He thought, wondering if he should look for him once. But how could he, his own life was so pressed by stuff. "My hands became weak," Turner mentioned looking at his hands, "I am suffering from....from," the frown appeared on his forehead. "Alzheimer!" The woman’s voice interrupted the conversation and Turner glanced toward the door. His smile bloomed as he nodded, "Yes, Alzheimer... thank you, Imara." His expression softened, "Ed, do you recall Imara," he shifted his gaze back to Edward. "Yeah... she has grown up fine, and she looks more like your wife," said Edward, lightening the m
★★★★"There is nothing to lie about, Miss Veronica. The boss doesn't care about anyone's opinion and feelings. If he does have something for Miss Rebecca, I think he would come out to the world openly and proudly. So all I can say to you is to wait and see," said Trevor patiently and collected all the files from the ground. "I can't lose him. I don’t know what I would do to the people he cares for," spat Veronica with anger, making her way to the exit. With both hands resting on the waist, Trevor could only sigh. It seemed to him Veronica had just called a war against Rebecca.Meanwhile, Edward relentlessly called Rebecca, but he did not get an answer from her, increasing the irritation in his head. "Damn it, pick up the phone!" Edward shouted, looking at the phone as the call kept ringing. The growing frustration in his head was punching his patience. As a result, the following second, he cut the call and punched the steering wheel hard. Exhaling, Edward dialled Trevor with a dark
★★★★★Edward clenched his fists and stared at Veronica for a moment, adding, "I do not love anyone. But it seems to me you are run over by your jealousy. How about you stop looking for me from now on? But that won't affect your career, nor the project my company has promised to you." The impatience in Edward’s eyes was apparent as if he wanted to follow Rebecca, who misunderstood him."What? No, you cannot do that to me... I am looking for you because I care for you, not because I want my career to thrive on your name," said Veronica, drawing close to the desk as her eyes flickered with fear instead of shock as if she had been expecting such an outcome for a long time."I am a very particular man who is always clear about his feelings. If you can recall, I have told you in one sentence that you cannot see me getting attached to you just because you are walking, running around me," Edward said clearly; his tone was firm, leaving no reason for Veronica to deny. And he grabbed his coat,
★★★★"I wish I could answer you. But seems like I am not really clever enough to understand you, Veronica. How about you allow me to grasp the information," said Rebecca with the same curt tone, her eyes narrowed, and glued on Veronica's face, trying to learn what's new she was cooking."I can see you haven't been home for a long time. It would be great if you got to know this from your father. Plus, I know Edward's grandfather wanted you to stay in Harrington Manor, but that doesn't mean you begin building your dream house there," said Veronica, her eyes mocking. In them, Rebecca could see victory as if Veronica was successfully separating Rebecca's intention from her innocent expression."I understand. Thank you," said Rebecca, and turned around, leaving the cabin. Edward quickly sent a text to Trevor because he did not want Rebecca to travel alone in such a situation."Babe, are you free today?" Veronica softly asked, taking a seat opposite Edward."I am not completely aware of my
★★★★Edward led Rebecca into his office, the soft glow of the table lamp illuminating the dark, polished wood of the room. He shut the door behind them, casting a brief glance at her pale, unsettled face. He knew taking her home would only give her space to spiral further into her thoughts. "You can sleep on the couch if you’re tired," he said, his tone unusually gentle, though it carried an underlying firmness. Rebecca, however, remained rooted in place, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Her mind was clearly elsewhere. Edward sighed, his voice dipping into a softer register as he tried to pull her from her internal whirlwind. "You’re obsessing over something invalid, Rebecca. Sometimes, things people say are nothing but empty words meant to rile you up." Rebecca snapped out of her daze, meeting his gaze defensively. "Invalid?" she repeated, her voice low but tense. "She didn’t seem like she was spewing nonsense... Don't you see her face? Her wide, fearful eyes make me th
★★★★ Rebecca and Edward arrived at the hospital to meet Martha. The more Rebecca walked toward Martha's ward the little heart inside her rib cage drummed loudly. Edward, on the other hand, emitted a chilling aura as he came to a stop in front of the ward. The moment he heard that Martha came to her senses by some miracle, he decided to hear the reasoning he was looking for without caring about her health or showing mercy to her situation. "Mr Harrington, the patient is very fragile. A small agitation could lead her life to end which is why I want to request you not to make her rattle with your words," the doctor's voice was below the whisper. "Once she is better, there will be plenty of time to get anything you want from her," a doctor who was in his mid-40s requested Edward to be a little gentle with the patient, his voice hopeful. Last night, he had seen Edward being an erupting volcano, which made him believe there was some animosity he had with the woman on the bed. Instead of
★★★★★"Shut up!" Kendell shouted, her face contorted in fury. Her fists clenched tightly to her sides, remembering how she dismissed her daughter's worries in the hospital. She thought it was impossible for Rebecca Jonas to ruin her daughter's happiness, but now it seemed she was wrong to judge the dirty intention of that girl."Don't you dare to act over-smart in front of me," Kendall snapped, unleashing her disdain with her eyes. Walking forward she diminished the distance between them and continued, "I cannot believe you and your daughter have no shame. Even though the man once broke off the engagement and left you to deal with the shame and people's mocking. Huh!" She paused to snigger, "You two care only about money.""Mind your language, Kendell! You're standing in my house and insulting me and my daughter; I am no saint," Rebecca's mother shot back, gritting her teeth."What are you going to do?" Kendall challenged Rebecca's mother, her eyes full of provocation. "Back then, you
★★★★★"Martha came to her senses this morning. Are you sure you don't want to tag along?" Edward said, glancing at Rebecca, noting the shift in her expression."Is she okay?" Rebecca questioned with a concerned tone that left Edward puzzled, and he turned at her, his eyes staring at the person who was concerned about the people who wanted to kill her, not once but twice."Why are you looking at me like that?" Questioned Rebecca, her lower lips curled into a pout as her frown displayed her deep confusion."She is not okay, but I need to talk to her," Edward replied curtly, turning around, "Don't just stand there if you want to go!""Hmm..." Rebecca replied, her lashes drooping a little as if a certain thought made a change in her feelings. She did not answer the way Edward thought, which prompted him to look in her direction again. "What is there to be scared about?" Edward asked.Rebecca looked up and answered, "I am not scared, I am thinking about the reason she did it. What if....