★★★★★Rebecca began chopping the vegetables on the chopping board. Her face was contorted in anger. Earlier, she did not want to add vegetables to her noodles, but now she believed someone else would not let her eat alone. Hence. she was going to add vegetables to her noodles, which would ruin his mood.Suddenly, her thought was interrupted by the same old lady, who said, "Madam, you should have asked me to make something for you because this is what I am here for."Rebecca looked up, startled for a moment, before replying, "Oh, it’s alright. Just a bit of noodle—I’ll be done in a minute.""I cannot see that you working in the kitchen. How about me taking the responsibility to serve you the tastiest noodles ever? You won't regret it," the old woman said, her eyes showing warmth, which made Rebecca forget the earlier interaction with her. "Are you sure because I am almost finished?!" Rebecca said with a kind tone. "I am, Miss. This is my job, let me do it. In the meantime, you can en
★★★★★Rebecca was about to serve the noodles but was interrupted by Martha, who said, "Let me do it!" As she took the spoon from Rebecca's hand. She served noodles first to Edward from the yellow bowl, then served her the noodles from the white bowl.Though it was not something to be cared about, an unannounced worry did creep up on Rebecca. "This noodles is not spicy at all, that is why I served this to sir. But yours has spice unless you cannot handle the spice as well," Martha politely asked, holding a genuine smile on her lips that again distracted Rebecca."No, I am cool with the spice," Rebecca replied, returning a smile to Martha. She stole a glance at Edward and noticed he had already started eating, not bothering to thank her or even waiting for her to begin. A flicker of annoyance crossed her face, but she brushed it off, focusing back on her food.Shaking her head, she grabbed her fork and twirled the noodles around it and was about to put it in her mouth, when suddenly he
★★★ 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
★★★★★"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 in a
★★★★★"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....