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
Jordan's body clock woke him up at five in the morning. When he opened his eyes, the unfamiliar surroundings instantly put him on guard.Memories of what happened last night came flooding back. That was when he realized where he was. The ceiling was dimly lit by the light of dawn. The silence in the room was deafening.He turned his head toward the bedroom; the door was still closed. Calista was sleeping just a door away. Even though he couldn't see or touch her, the distance was enough to satisfy him.Jordan got up from the couch after a while. He went downstairs and immediately spotted the familiar car parked by the road.The driver stood next to the car. Upon seeing Jordan, he hastily opened the car door. "Mr. Lancaster."Jordan frowned."Why are you here?"He hadn't called the driver to pick him up. The driver's gaze turned to the car. The hesitation was clear on his face.Without the need for further explanation, Jordan already knew what was going on. He approached the v
Kyros stared at his phone. He imagined a scenario where Jordan called to question him after seeing the photos.The more he thought about it, the better he felt. A satisfied smile bloomed on his grim visage. However, the message seemed to vanish without causing a single reaction.There was a cold glint in his eyes as he stared at Calista's stunned expression in the photo. He lightly traced his finger over her neck."Annoying."With his lips slightly curled and his jaw lifted in arrogance, he appeared provocative; a far cry from the innocent demeanor he had displayed in front of Calista.He hailed a cab and headed straight to the Lancaster Group. The assistant, aware of Kyros' relationship with Jordan, didn't stop him. He instead went to knock on the door before Kyros could push it open.Kyros paused. He turned to the assistant standing nervously next to him and smiled."Are you my brother's new assistant?""Yes."He wasn't part of the president's secretarial department. Jordan
Ever since she received Kyros' call, Calista had been left feeling uneasy all afternoon. Yet, she couldn't pinpoint the exact reason for the unease. Perhaps it was a woman's intuition that set off her alarm bells.In the afternoon, Yara called her and invited her to dinner at her place. "My mom went on a trip to the grasslands recently and brought home a lot of beef and lamb. There's been rumors that eating frozen meat isn't good for you. So, we've been cooking it day in and day out. I think I'm starting to stink of meat."Calista couldn't help but chuckle. Even over the phone, she could tell that Yara was sniffing at her clothes. "It's almost winter. What if I put on a fur coat? They might think I'm a sheep that wandered out of its enclosure. You better come and help me with all this food.""Fine," Calista agreed.She happened to have a lot on her mind too. Yara would listen to her.The Quinns lived on an island in the center of a lake close to a wetland park. Calista parked
Calista shook her head, "I'm not sure." "Didn't you get him drunk last night?" Yara complained to her last night about Timothy’s sloppy proposal. They barely spent time together, yet he wanted to get a marriage license. At that time, she was dining with Jordan and didn't respond. "I did get him drunk. He's covered in injuries, all recent ones." Yara snorted disapprovingly. "You suspect that the Lancaster family has been abusing him?" If it was just to prevent Calista from recognizing him, why not remove a scar? There was no need to inflict him with full of scars. Now, he was known as the youngest son of the Lancaster family. Even though the Lancaster family has been down on their luck recently, they surely could afford the removal of a scar. Timothy said, "I know the Lancaster family. They do not beat someone up and leave them wounded." On the contrary, they are quite upright. He had finished his chess game at some point and was now walking over to them. Calista ask