★★★★"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 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,
★★★★"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
★★★★★"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
★★★★★ "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
★★★★★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
★★★★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
★★★★"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,"
★★★★★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,
★★★★"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