Henry noticed Selena turning pale as a sheet. He hurriedly patted her on her back to comfort her."The baby isn't gone. It's just …"He bit his lip before continuing to speak, "It was never there. Calista isn't pregnant. You were severely ill back then. You refused to eat or drink. We were all worried about you. That's when you misunderstood what was happening …"He rattled off as quickly as he could. He was afraid Selena would collapse if he hesitated for even a moment. Even then, he kept his eyes on her. His hand hovered behind her as if to support her. There was no need for Henry to continue. Selena could hazard a guess. Her brows furrowed further. "So, my grandchild is gone?" she asked mournfully."It's not that your grandchild is gone. There was never a grandchild," Henry corrected her."Doesn't that mean the same thing?""Strictly speaking …"It didn't mean the same thing. Selena glared at him in a threatening manner. It was as if she were daring him to argue. Henry st
Calista looked up; her eyes reflecting the dazzling lights above."I'll make you take back all the words you said about him being dead."Jordan was rendered speechless. A slight smile tugged at his lips before vanishing as quickly as it appeared. "Do you love him that much?""That is between him and I. It has nothing to do with anyone else.""But, I heard you and Mr. Northwood had gotten a divorce. If you love him so much, why haven't the two of you gotten remarried?"Calista turned her nose up at him."Take off your pants, and I'll tell you."She sounded stern as she spoke. It was as if she were researching and writing a thesis for college. Despite the ambiguity of her words, it was devoid of any allure. It failed to arouse any desire."Do you think Mr. Northwood would abandon you and your child if he were still alive?" Jordan asked.He took a step toward her. He brushed his other hand against her stomach."Or perhaps, I am Mr. Northwood. But what benefits would there be f
Kyros watched Jordan going through a document. From his perspective, all he could see were the latter's slightly long bangs in his face. "He said he'll return to celebrate the day the Northwood Corporation declares bankruptcy."Jordan turned a page."Is he in a remote location? Why haven't I been able to contact him?""Yeah," Kyros responded perfunctorily. Then, he reached for a medicine bottle from the drawer."Have you taken your medicine, Jordan?""I have."Kyros didn't bother to verify it this time and tossed the bottle back into the drawer. That was when the secretary arrived with desserts. So, he ate it. He looked to be in bliss the moment the cake was in his mouth. He resembled a fox savoring a divine delicacy.Jordan remained busy throughout the entire process. He was either going through documents, holding meetings, or making phone calls. Kyros propped his chin up as he watched him with bright eyes.Kyros didn't stay long and soon left. The moment he was gone, Jord
There was silence on the other end for a moment before Paul's gentle voice came through. It was clear he was smiling."Yes. Do you like them?"Calista stared at the bags of maternity products and felt a headache set in. She rubbed her temples."Paul, I don't need maternity goods. Please return them.""It'll be useful sooner than you realize. You're working at the Northwood Corporation now. You probably won't have time to pick these out yourself." Paul seemed to be busy. There was the occasional sound of papers flipping in the background."Plus, it's not easy to return those once they've been bought. Just keep them; you'll have to buy them eventually. If you feel bad about it, I'll be attending a banquet in a few days. I picked out a few outfits, but I can't decide on which one to go with. You can help me choose something.""Paul, I'm not pregnant. I don't need any of this."The false pregnancy was a cover-up to keep the ill-intentioned sleazeballs at the Northwood Corporation
Yara was at a loss for words. She had shot herself in the foot. She didn't think her luck would be quite so rotten.She awkwardly reached for her cup to take a sip of water. That was when Timothy began to speak. "I don't have an ex-girlfriend. I was never cheated on. I've never gifted anyone a car as a wedding gift. And, I've never owned a dog."Yara might not have believed him if he were any other man. But, if the words were coming from Timothy, it was true.He didn't seem like someone who would get himself a girlfriend. Who could tolerate dating a man who was always so elusive?"So, when are we going to register our marriage?"Yara spat out the water she was drinking.Droplets trickled down the man's handsome face and rolled along the back of the chair. She hurriedly reached out to catch the water droplets that were dripping from his jaw.She also attempted to help him wipe his face. Halfway through, she realized her hands weren't enough. She needed a napkin. It prompted her
Calista was about to ask when she had donated her clothes when she remembered that Paul had donated a pile of items under her name.It seemed there were several large bags of clothes among them."How did you know I donated clothes?"Paul never liked to show off. Although the items were expensive, they were donated to impoverished areas in the mountains.The unit price was far less substantial compared to the number of pieces being donated.Compared to the donations that involved a few large trucks, such a minuscule amount was hardly enough to draw any attention."Tongues tend to wag," Jordan replied ambiguously."Can't you use those items? Why donate them?"Jordan was currently in a competitive strife against the Northwood Corporation. There was no way Calista could tell him about her fake pregnancy.She also wasn't very familiar with the business arena. She couldn't be certain there weren't going to be consequences if she revealed the truth."Paul bought far too much. I can'
The pungent liquid slid down his throat, seared its way to his stomach, and surged through his limbs. Jordan felt his body heating up. A faint flush appeared on his face."You have impressive alcohol tolerance, Mr. Lancaster," David said.He picked up the wine bottle and poured more for Jordan. David lavished him with praise like it cost him nothing.Phrases like "young and promising", "future leader of the Capeton business scene", and "pride of the Lancaster family" flowed effortlessly from his lips.Jordan was more than familiar with the flattery. He stared at David indifferently. No matter how much he praised him, Jordan had no intention of drinking at all. "I wish you success in all your endeavors and that your desires are fulfilled soon," David said.He then threw a look at Calista.Jordan felt frustrated. He hadn't been gone long. Yet, David was encouraging other men to court Calista. What did he mean by having his "desires" fulfilled?But, if Jordan refused the toast,
"Undress and I'll kiss you," Calista said dismissively.If Jordan was Lucian, she'd kiss him. If he wasn't, she'd throw him out. Jordan pursed his lips."No. You're lying. If you won't kiss me, it proves you're not my girlfriend."She smiled and spoke in a gentle tone. When faced with his sincere gaze, she felt like the big bad wolf with ill intentions."I am your girlfriend …""Wait," Jordan suddenly interrupted her.His expression turned serious. He activated the recording function on his phone."Repeat what you just said."Calista was at a loss for words. He had successfully drained her of her patience. She stopped trying to bargain with him and immediately reached for his pants.In her haste, she accidentally lifted his shirt. Despite already being aware of his injuries, she wasn't expecting it to be this bad.Calista's shaky hands reached out to the fresh wounds. She could feel him squirm as her fingertips brushed against his uneven skin. "How did these injuries happen