★★★ Rebecca finished the noodles on her plate, acknowledging the taste Martha mentioned earlier. The noodles were not only well seasoned but also wrapped with mild spiciness that prompted her to finish it. She decided to praise Martha by herself for her extraordinary cooking. Quickly, she gathered all the bowls and Edwards half-eaten noodles. As she walked into the kitchen she did not see Martha. Her eyes wandered around, noticing the back door was open. Hence, she quickly rushed to the door and opened it in order to find Martha, but the woman was nowhere in her sight. Rebecca thought to call her, panicking a little, thinking whether the woman was fine or not. "Mar..." Rebecca coughed violently. She rushed back inside and grabbed a glass, holding it under the tap. 'COUGH! COUGH!' Rebecca started coughing frighteningly. She felt her chest constricted, making it hard for her to breathe. She was about to drink the water, but at that same moment, she coughed hard, and blood came out o
★★★★"Let go of the collar, Connor!" Edward growled at piercing eyes that were covered with coldness and anger."No!" Connor snapped, "Why is it that every time she is with you, something happens to her? Now she has been taken to the emergency, who is the reason for it?" Connor accused and pushed Edward's shoulder again on the wall.The following second, Edward seized Connor's neck and moved his body around. With a shove, he pushed Connor against the wall and thundered in his face, "I don't know! She was fine when she was talking with you on the phone then I went to my room to get ready for the office. I was about to leave the house because you were coming to pick her up, that was when I found her on the floor.""Sir, you cannot fight in the Hospital. We have patients here. I don't want to call the authorities to remove you from the arena," a security officer interjected as she approached Edward and Connor, giving them a warning.Edward let go of Connor's collar and stepped away from
★★★★★ FLASHBACK "Martha, tell me how did you get this information?" Lindsey Harrington grabbed hold of Martha's hand and asked, her voice was heavy with worries and fear. "Edward is my only son, Martha," his mother said, her voice thick with desperation. "I prayed for this child for years—I visited every spiritual place, begged every deity to bless me with him. And now... I just need some answers." "You remember that old man you visited when you were six months pregnant with a young master in Sicua Valley in the Netherlands," Martha said as she poured water for Martha and held it in front of her mouth. Edward's mother nodded slowly, accepting the glass. "Yes," she murmured, a doubtful frown appeared on her forehead. "People said that one wish would be granted to those who made the journey to meet him. It was such a peaceful trip... and that man blessed my son. He spoke of the greatness my child would achieve, and every word turned out just as he predicted." "Humm...." Ma
★★★★★Late at night, a tall person wearing scrubs entered the ward where Rebecca was sleeping. Though Edward hired a nurse to take care of Rebecca throughout the night, she was called to the ground floor by the security guard, who told her someone had just delivered a parcel in her name.She was confused for a while before deciding to go since it would take only a couple of minutes to return to the ward.The man looked around the room before slowly heading toward the bed. He wore his gloves in his hand, and his eyes had stillness as if it was not his fast. The movement was not only slow but too controlled, and his hand drew closer to Rebecca's neck to choke her to death in her sleep. It would be less hassle and smoother.As soon as his finger brushed against her skin, Rebecca opened her eyes sharply and grabbed hold of his hand. Her action startled the man in a way he forgot to take action. He looked at the entrance before pushing Rebecca's hand away from his palm and gripping her thr
★★★★★ Edward twisted the man's arm behind his back, pulling with a ruthless force. The man let out a howl as bone-grinding pain shot through his shoulder joint. "Stop! Let go of my arm!" he pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. However, there was no mercy Edward had written for him. With two more pulls, he snapped his joint before letting his hand go, which was now dangling to the side. The Mask man fell to the ground and trembled in pain, his yelp grew louder and louder. Edward looked at one of his men and ordered, "Remove the mask, then kick his face until he is willing to speak about why he wanted to kill her and who sent him here!" Edward's man nodded, yanked off the mask, and delivered a hard kick to the man's head with his heel. "Stop! Stop! I'll tell you!" the man cried out, raising his uninjured hand in surrender. At his words, they halted their assault, allowing him to inch back, his gaze shifting fearfully toward Edward. "I don't know the people personally but th
★★★★★"I don't care about anyone, Rebecca. You are special to me. I was thinking for a couple of days that I might hurt you by pushing you to get help for your father. Furthermore, I yelled at you like some lunatic, vicious stepmother, that is why you are not calling me or coming back home. Now this news, I felt myself sinking into guilt," Rebecca's mother expressed her thoughts, her lashes drooping a little."No... none of your assumptions fitted with any of the reasons me not calling you or returning home," Rebecca muttered softly, touching her mother's hand. Her eyes displayed a serene tide knowing how worried her mother was not seeing her.'Yes, after one year, when she will no longer be Edward's wife, she still has a home to return to,' She thought, and her face bloomed with happiness."Then what has been preventing you from calling me? Your dad said you were rude to him when he asked to come home," Rebecca's mother asked with a frown because she did not understand why Klein got
★★★★★ Later that day, Edward came to a halt to Martha's ward. She was fighting for her life, while Garry died in the crash. Edward's eyes were indifferent as they stared at the bruised face of Martha, who was breathing through the oxygen mask. He ordered the doctor to save Martha at any cost because he wanted to know the reason for their desperate want to kill Rebecca. At the time, Trevor slowly came to a halt next to Edward and said, "I had not found any suspicious reason why they attacked Miss Jonas. This old couple has been living on their own for years. They had no children." "Hmmm...." Edward hummed, turning around as he headed toward the elevator, Trevor trailing behind. As soon as the elevator shut, Edward said, "She used to work in our house when my parents were alive. She knew Rebecca well, meaning this was no coincidence or a mistake. I have to know the reason." "We can hope she can get through the situation she is in now. The sustaining injuries are frightening
★★★★★"It's cold outside, which makes me less interested in answering any of your queries. So get away from the window!" Edward sharply said, gritting his teeth. The chill was pricking his skin, making him irritated and on top of that, Rebecca was pouring out her questions."Argh! It won't be my responsibility if you fall from this height," Rebecca shouted, stepping away from the window, as her heart beat in her chest rapidly. She knew it was risky, but he had never learned to listen to someone else other than his own attitude and ego.Meanwhile, Edward straightened his shoulder, taking sharp measurements of the distance with both of his hands holding the two branches on both sides. Exhaling through his mouth, he jumped, while a cry erupted from Rebecca's mouth, "Ahh! Oh God!" As she placed her palm in front of her eyes, believing he had not made it, until she heard him cursing, "Damn!"She removed her hand from her eyes and saw his hands on the window panel, his face was contorted a
★★★★"What I am wearing?" Rebecca questioned back, her tone no less than teasing. Her eyes sexily moved from his eyes to his lips, "I love the way you look at me." As she bit the corner of her lower lip.Seeing that, Edward rolled his eyes and let go of her hand, knowing well what she was attempting to do."Men are working in the house. You are well aware that you are not invisible. Go to your room and wear something underneath it," Edward said with a soft tone, not a drop of irritation reflected in his voice. Veronica, standing not a little far from them, picked up this small action instantly.She could hardly remember him being so gentle toward her. 'Huh! Let go of being gentle, he didn't even care what she wore.'"Is this turned you on? Like... last?" Rebecca paused and gave him a wink. At the same time, her incomplete sentence left Veronica's thoughts berserk, and she moved forward and had her eyes on Edward before they shifted back to Rebecca. "What last?" She asked, "Did somethi
★★★★★A shadow entered Edward’s room, very careful with the steps as it made its way to the drawer, a particular one next to the bed. There was a gun in that drawer and the person was sneaking into Edward's room just to get the gun. It seemed the person knew every detail in that room. Silently, the shadow replaced the gun with a replica, before making its way out of the room.On the other hand, back in the room, Rebecca was lying on the bed exhausted as Edward had his face resting next to her pillow; his breathing was even. She stared at the ceiling for a long time before her gaze fell next to her, on Edward, as his words buzzed in her head. He said, 'I did not kiss Veronica. She deliberately made it happen for you to see. I have never touched her.'Though she had no reason to believe his words, at that point, the truth his eyes reflected while he was saying that, she could not overlook. 'Why did he care to explain to me? I did not ask for it,' her brows drawn together in confusion,
★★★★"You cannot be serious," Rebecca managed to mutter, as she bit her lips next. She could not tell if it was the intoxication or if he truly made her thoughts wild. "I want to show you the definition of a desirable man," Edward said, letting go of her toe as he stood up, his eyes clouded with hunger. There was a craving to nip every corner of her body when he maintained his gaze on her.Rebecca opened her eyes slowly and was dazzled by the sight as Edward tugged his hand under his white t-shirt and removed it from his body in one pull, displaying his broad, muscular chest. The tattoo of a pair of horns was an eye-catcher. Her eyes trailed all over his chest before it moved up to her eyes. His smirk at the corner of his lips stretched further.Rebecca swallowed her nervousness, the previous arrogance falling apart as she found herself stuck in the charm of Edward Harrington."I don't think you should be here. Besides, the mistake that once happened, I don’t want it to be repeated,"
★★★★The last string of his patience was ripped apart as soon as her words drifted into his ears. His dull eyes deepened as he moved ahead, approaching Rebecca. His hand slid around her waist and he pulled her into his chest, causing Rebecca to be swallowed by his cold aura.His action was abrupt and terrifying, which made Rebecca panic, and she was about to shout at him. But his unsettled voice near her ear pinched her voice, "You do not think before you speak, do you? It's not a wise move to step on my sanity every minute. As long as you are my wife, no man will touch you unless they want their death note from me." The hair on her nap stood up. The proud heart finally thumped, prompting her to grasp through her lips."You won't do anything like that nor do I care about the phrase you have just mentioned. As long as I feel the man is desirable, I won't mind being with them. Guilt is not in my dictionary, " said Rebecca raising her chin as the coldness crossed her eyes.Placing her ha
★★★★★Later that night, Rebecca arrived at the Harrington Manor; her mood was pretty relaxed since she had two beers on her way, and the cab driver was pretty funny. She made her way to the door, holding an almost-finished beer bottle. She hummed a song, making her way to her room, the lights were dim in the hall, but it was not her concern. She threw her heels next to a rack and massaged her neck as it felt sore. But before she put down the bottle, the bright light in the hall flickered abruptly in her eyes, making her groan.She looked behind to find out who turned on the light and ruined her soft mood, her eyes met with Edward's cold eyes. His face was hard as stone as if someone stole his precious arrogance. The thought made her chuckle, but she quickly put a stop to it. "I was walking fine. My sight wasn't hindered because of the low brightness," She said in a casual tone, dismissing the different aura he was emitting. "Good night!" She said and turned around to go to her room
★★★★★ "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,