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★★★★★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
★★★★★ In the evening, Edward changed his official suit to a casual yet charming one. He was already a handsome man with striking blue eyes, and his 6'3" height was no less the charisma of his beauty. He changed his watch as well, replacing it with a sleek diamond one. Rebecca, who had finished her work in the afternoon, now found herself waiting to go on someone else's date. She was quite a lucky girl; just did not know how every time she tried to create a problem for him, it was always she fell with her face into it. "Don't sulk in this way. You should be excited since it is your idea, and I am truly impressed with it," Edward said, adjusting the collar of his shirt. "I am glad that you are impressed,” Rebecca replied, opening her hair, and resting them on one side. "I am sulking because I am missing my boyfriend. If he was here, we could go on a double date!" Rebecca said, standing up as she brought out her lipstick and swiped it on her lips without looking at herself in the mirr
★★★★★The manager glanced at Rebecca with a look of doubt and a question, which made Rebecca grit her teeth. She corrected, "He is joking with you! I am his assistant!"Hearing that, the manager's lips cracked up in a smile, and he replied, "I did not know Mr. Harrington could unwind like this. It is a rare sight indeed." The manager laughed as he said, "Sir Trevor told me to set a table for you well. Please follow me, Miss!"Rebecca nodded and began following him. She, too, never witnessed Edward cracking jokes in front of others, or did he truly mean that?"No," she shrugged her thoughts, shaking her head, "He despises me. There is no way he would like her to have the title of his wife. And I certainly don't want it either!"She followed the manager inside and found there were not many people present for dining. Her eyes came to a stop on Veronica, who seemed to become agitated seeing her and she got up from her seat. Her gaze did not hide her murderous intent.Rebecca could not hel
★★★★★ Rebecca noticed Edward eating while his date was out of his sight for more than a minute. At that time, a call came, it was from her father. She picked it up, placing her phone on her ears. "Yes, Dad!" Rebecca said. "Where are you? You forget to come home. What is going on?" Klein asked and his voice was filled with concern. "Dad, I am busy looking for work. I would come this weekend," Rebecca replied. "Why this weekend? Why not now? Your mother is worried," Klein said, making Rebecca tense. She, too, wanted to go to her home, but Edward was not letting her. "Dad, I am truly cornered by things. As soon as I get free time, I will come," Rebecca replied; a disappointment brushed past her eyes because the house she was living in now did not make her feel loved; rather, it tortured her sleep. She just wanted to run. "Listen, last day, Mr. Pete came to my office and we talked for a long time. I am truly ashamed, knowing what happened to him in his gallery. I thought you would
★★★★★"What? No..." Veronica rushed to stop Edward, adding, "She is just talking to the person, and I don’t think the man is poor." "I brought her here to take care of my date, not to flirt with a man," Edward grumbled, the displeasure was evident in his voice."Then why aren't you paying attention to me? Ed, we have been together for so long. Why can't we move to the next stage?" said Veronica, reaching for his hand and holding it in her palm."What? Next stage!" Edward's voice came out sharp, "There is no next stage. I have already warned you about my preferences and that is not going to change ever. But you are not bound by anything, so if you want to pursue the life you are looking for, go ahead!" And he pulled out his hand. "But...." Veronica began and wanted to convince Edward, but she was interrupted by him as he said, "Let's go, we are leaving!" Simultaneously, he got up, staring at Rebecca, intending to go there. Veronica felt betrayed, the pain tickled in her eyes. She no
★★★★★ By the time Edward returned to the same restaurant to get Rebecca, she was gone already. Seeing him, the manager sprinted to him and said expeditiously, "Sir, We tried everything to stop her from leaving. We could not make her stay. She threatened to call the cops on us and put us in jail on a kidnapping case." "When did she leave and with whom?" Edward asked with a chilling tone. "She left the restaurant fifteen minutes ago but alone," the manager said; his words were firm and clear. "Are you sure?" Edward narrowed his eyes, looking for the truth. His piercing gaze startled the manager. "You can watch the footage, and the man who had been with your wife earlier left rather hurriedly with his tail between his legs after knowing who she was," the manager replied politely with both of his hands joined in front of him. Edward did not ask anything more. Rather, he said, "Send the bill to Trevor. He will take care of it. I am in a bit of a rush." "Yes, sir, definitely. By t
★★★★★ "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....