Rebecca didn't shy away from Ryan. She allowed him to lean in close. Even so, he maintained a safe distance away, unlike the people around them, who already looked inseparable. Despite Ryan's casual flirtiness, he could be as serious as Daniel when needed. When it came to Rebecca, he knew what lines not to cross.Rebecca didn't answer his question right away. She picked a cocktail in front of her instead. It smelled like fruit juice to her, so she decided to take a small sip.The drink tasted sweet. Feeling emboldened, Rebecca took another big gulp before smiling at Ryan."You won't be able to beat me."Thinking back to the time when everyone had witnessed him tripping on the dance floor, Ryan felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He straightened his back, feeling his mood dampen."I was going easy on you last time. Besides, you kind of cheated, so it doesn't count." "Do you want a rematch then, Mr. Jenkins?"Ryan shrank back at that. However, Rebecca leaned in closer, le
Daniel's voice was filled with restrained anger, and his expression had darkened so significantly that it was almost scary. His face grew even darker after hearing what Rebecca said next.Rebecca reached out to tug at the hem of Ryan's clothes. "I don't want to see him. He's a bad man!" she slurred. Her voice sounded cute and pitiful, evoking a sense of tenderness in anyone who heard her speak. Moreover, her helpless appearance at the moment only added to the effect.Unfortunately, upon seeing her reach out to Ryan, the anger in Daniel's eyes intensified.His brows furrowed, and he seemed to exude a cold aura. "Why aren't you leaving yet? Are you waiting for Maxwell to come looking for you here?" Daniel asked, aiming a cold glare at Ryan.Ryan knew that Daniel wasn't able to vent his anger on Rebecca, who was drunk, so the man decided to direct it at him. "If I leave now, what about—"Daniel sneered coldly. "Legally, she's still my wife. We haven't gotten our divorce certificate y
The sensation of lips on Daniel's neck caused his body to stiffen."Rebecca Brown, behave yourself!" he warned through gritted teeth, his gaze darkening.He was holding her thin waist with one hand and was using the other one to press against her forehead, trying to keep her head away from him. However, he was too preoccupied with her head to notice what Rebecca was doing with her hands. Though Daniel had managed to hold her head back, Rebecca had already messed up his suit and was slipping her hands inside. Daniel's eyebrows hitched. "Stop touching me," he said in a low and hoarse voice.However, Rebecca was moving unconsciously. It was as if she were in a deep sleep and was dreaming of hugging a fluffy stuffed animal. She instinctively wrapped her arms around Daniel's sturdy waist, holding on as tight as she could.She was still searching for a comfortable position to rest her head, but Daniel's hand still held her head away from him, making it difficult for her to find a mor
The car stopped at the entrance of Springford Estate. Mike waited patiently for Daniel's instructions.It took a long moment for them to come.Daniel hummed in agreement, then swallowed. "Leave the divorce papers for now. I'll go get it filed with her when she wakes up."Mike nodded. "Understood, sir. I'll head back to the company first.""Alright. Hold on a moment, will you?" Daniel said. He wasn't going to let Mike take a cab back. There were plenty of other cars in the estate's garage, after all. Mike could come back and pick him up for work the next day.At this moment, Daniel was straightening out Rebecca's clothes and was trying to lift her up as gently as possible. Mike watched from the sidelines. He had never seen his boss act like this before. Daniel appeared gentle as he maneuvered Rebecca around like he was handling something fragile. Mike had never seen his boss treat Jessica, who everyone thought would be Daniel's future wife, with such gentleness before.What Mike
Daniel emerged from the guest room and stood by the stair railing on the second floor. He looked displeased, and his brow was furrowed tightly, conveying his annoyance at being disturbed. Rebecca figured that his annoyance was valid. Being woken up at such an ungodly hour would put anyone in a bad mood. "Sorry, I couldn't find the light switch for the stairs in your house. I accidentally tripped on something and ended up waking you up …" Rebecca couldn't recall much from last night after she had gotten drunk. She didn't know why she was at Springford Estate either. Nevertheless, she should be polite to Daniel, seeing she was staying at his place.Daniel looked down at her from upstairs with cold eyes filled with disdain. He snorted when he heard her refer to this house as his. If he wasn't mistaken, the house was still under Rebecca's name. He lowered his gaze and stared at the woman downstairs who had her arms crossed, then said with a hint of sarcasm, "Mrs. Winston, why'd you wa
Rebecca sat quietly on the sofa for a while. Many thoughts ran through her mind, but soon, she settled on a calm expression on her face. It was just her skin, after all. It wasn't anything worth feeling sad about. She had chosen not to undergo the surgery herself, so she couldn't put the blame on anyone else.Besides, it's not like Daniel had actually seen her scars. Even if he had, he should be the one feeling guilty and humiliated, not Rebecca. If something like this were to happen again in the future, she told herself that she wouldn't let it affect her emotions anymore.If she were to marry and her partner in the future said the same thing Daniel did, it would only indicate that she had poor taste in men. If her future partner didn't mind her scars, she wouldn't mind them either. She would be open to getting married to whoever it was. While those thoughts raced in Rebecca's head, Daniel suddenly spoke up from behind her. "I heated some mashed potatoes for you. Shall we eat now?
"To celebrate our—" Rebecca cut herself off abruptly when she saw Daniel's expression. She decided it was best if she didn't speak what was on her mind. She honestly couldn't understand him. The man clearly despised being married to her and only agreed to do so because it was Mr. Winston Senior's dying wish. Should he be glad that they were getting divorced? Why did he have such a sour expression on his face? Rebecca didn't have much time to think more about it. The shattered bowl had cut Daniel's finger. Water from the tap mixed with crimson blood flowed into the sink. She furrowed her brow and said, "Let me wash the dishes. You should go take care of your wound.""No need," Daniel said, casually throwing the broken pieces of the bowl into the trash can. Then, he washed the rest of the dirty dishes without pause. There were only two bowls to wash, after all. It wasn't much work, so there was no need for Rebecca to help out. However, after Daniel turned off the tap, his hand sta
Rebecca quickly sent a message to the group chat to let her family know that she was safe.As soon as she sent the message, a phone call from Alex came in. Rebecca felt a little guilty. As such, after answering the call, she hurriedly said in a sweet voice, "Hi, Alex. Why are you up so early in the morning?" Rebecca had woken up at four in the morning. It was 15 minutes to five at the moment. Alex paid no mind to her greeting and went straight to the point. "Are you still with Daniel?" he asked, tone slightly intimidating.Rebecca paused for a moment. However, after some thought, she quickly realized how Alex had found out about that. She had been drinking with Ryan at Ninth Manor, after all. Anyone who asked around about her would've been able to know her whereabouts. Sam had been in Riverwood for quite a while now, so it was easy for him to get a hold of such information.Her family kept calling and texting her because they were worried about her being alone with Daniel. They