The one who opened the door was not Calista but Paul. He was holding a bag and about to leave. He was surprised to see Lucian standing at the door, raising his hand to knock. "Why are you here again?"Lucian asked as if he was the owner of the house. His already dark face turned gloomy, and he asked suspiciously, "Where's Callie?"As he spoke, Lucian walked past Paul into the apartment, and Paul didn't stop him. He left with his things and closed the door behind him. The apartment was small, and Lucian quickly checked every room, but Calista was not there. This relieved some of his frustration, as he was sure that Paul, that bastard, had deliberately used this situation to create misunderstandings between him and Calista.When Lucian returned to the entrance, he realized Paul had already left and closed the door. Lucian was speechless. He tried to call Calista but only heard the dial tone.He suddenly remembered that she had blocked his number. They hadn't been in contact m
Paul saw Lucian coming, said something to Henry, and then left. As he passed by Calista, he paused and said warmly, "Call me if you need anything."Calista was about to reply, but she felt a gaze burning through her, making her feel uneasy. Paul also noticed it and looked at Lucian, then deliberately taunted him by shaking his phone.Lucian was at a loss for words. This guy has too much free time.Calista didn't know what was happening between them, but she knew she shouldn't trouble Paul too much.Paul was doing her a favor by helping her. Since she wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings, it would be taking advantage of him. She replied, "There shouldn't be any issues, and even if there's an emergency, the hospital has doctors and nurses. You don't need to worry. Thank you for tonight. Get some rest."Paul forced a smile and raised his hand to pat her head but withdrew it halfway, saying, "Okay."As he left, Calista also went outside, leaving the space for Henry and Lucian. The
Lucian froze in his steps, and he frowned at her, saying, "Where did you come up with such twisted logic? If I believed that, there probably wouldn't be any room left at Everglade Manor, let alone any space for you to shelter Hector." It had been so long, and yet he still held a grudge."You know how people in soap operas always have that one guy where many women are after? Then there’s always one that he ignores." Lucian furrowed his brow, "You should watch less of those unproductive TV shows in the future." "Why are you watching dramas, then?" "It was David's lousy idea." He said women loved romance, especially those male leads in dramas. He had no interest in such shows, but for Calista, he forced himself to watch a couple, though he couldn't stand them. Calista couldn't help but laugh, "He's a single guy. Do you listen to him? If he were truly skilled in pursuing women, given his age, he'd probably have two children by now."David, still working late at the company, s
This bastard was trying to persuade her to remarry him again. Calista is currently seething with anger, and when she heard his words, she reached out and grabbed his neck, pushing him onto the bed. With her strength, she couldn't move Lucian, but he complied and lay down without her exerting much force. In her raging anger, Calista didn't realize anything amiss. She got up from the bed, knelt beside him, and grabbed his neck with both hands. "Lucian is still missing, and in another six months, he could be considered legally deceased. Should I become a widow as Mrs. Northwood? Besides, everyone knows I'm just your ex-wife. How can I become Mrs. Northwood? Do I assume the title myself? Or do I fantasize about it, like you?"Lucian placed one hand on her waist, allowing her to do as she pleased on his body. After hearing her words, his eyes and lips curved into a thick and languid smile. "So, you mean you would marry me if I become Lucian again?" Calista snorted, "You're being
Because she felt uncomfortable, Calista only took a simple shower. When she went out, there was no one in the room anymore. She could hear Lucian talking outside. He was speaking a foreign language. Although she didn't understand some of the professional jargon, she knew he was discussing business at the moment. Not sure if he was on a video or a phone call and fearing that going out would expose his identity, Calista stayed in the room.She was bored, so she sent a message to Yara to complain about the TV show she was watching.Yara sent her a crying emoji with a text: I'm currently groveling for a favor, with the same attitude as that sister in the show, wanting to outdo everyone. The only difference is she does it for love, and I do it for my money-losing brother. Even in text, Calista could feel her gritted teeth at the moment. "What did Jamie do again?""He's insisting on changing his major and becoming a lawyer. I've tried to talk him out of it, but I don't know what t
She wasn't a controlling sister who wanted to force Jamie to follow the path she had planned for him. His current major was his true passion, and switching to the law department was just a momentary impulse, a crazy idea. What if she doesn't stop him, and he regrets it later?Changing majors was not child's play. It wasn't possible to just switch to another major for a couple of days, and it would be a hassle to change back. When Timothy saw that she was really about to leave, he sighed and said, "I'll help you out if you accompany me somewhere."Yara, who had just been full of confidence and had talked about breaking Jamie's legs, immediately turned around and sat back down. She leaned against the table and asked, "Where to?"Timothy stood up and asked the waiter for the bill. "My college classmates are organizing a gathering and have asked me to bring a girlfriend." Yara furrowed her brow with an intuitive sense that this was not a good thing. "Can't you find someone e
What did it matter to Yara if Timothy drank or not? It was none of her business.Despite her thoughts on the matter, it didn't escape her that she was there as eye candy. She kept a gentle smile no matter how they teased her.She spoke so softly that her words were easily drowned out by the music."Your girlfriend is so nice, Timothy."Timothy glanced at Yara."She's not my girlfriend. 'M still trying to pursue her, but haven't succeeded yet."The comment sparked many bitter sentiments from the women who had wanted to date him."Didn't the monitor say we were only allowed to bring family members? Why did you bring her here when she's not your girlfriend? Are you trying to make things official while under the influence? If I knew you preferred your women gentle, I would've kept my voice soft. It might've heightened my chances with you."Yara rolled her eyes while the spotlight was not on her. Not even the most bitter of lemons could compare to how bitter they were acting. Timoth
The Northwood Corporation's management offices were all well-soundproofed. But, Calista could still hear the commotion while standing by the door.It indicated that things were quite serious. There was possibly an argument happening inside.Henry had been admitted to the hospital the night before due to high blood pressure. The doctor had wanted to keep him under observation for two more days.But, Macy sent a message saying that he had forcibly gotten himself discharged early this morning. The doctor had emphasized that he should avoid being too emotionally agitated.He couldn't stay up late or engage in high-intensity work. She turned to Adam."Who did you say was inside?""The deputy manager from the project department. He's the one responsible for everything that had gone awry with the project. It almost caused it to end prematurely," David said.Calista frowned and knocked on the door. The disturbance inside came to a stop. Seconds later, the closed door swung open.Someon
With Cade covering Cameron's mouth, there was no chance for her pointed words to offend anyone in the room. His palm was cool to the touch. It was a sensation she disliked. So, she couldn't help but tilt her head.When Cade noticed her movements, he gently stroked her cheek as if he were calming a child who was throwing a tantrum.Victor spent years in a position of authority, giving him an air of unspoken authority. His gaze hardened, and his lips pressed into a firm line as he watched Cade. "Cade, don't jeopardize the long-standing relationship between our families over a woman.""If that's how you see it." Cade glanced at the door. "Aren't you doing the same for a woman?"Victor snorted contemptuously. "How can a cheap girl who was merely adopted be worth anything compared to Mirabelle?""How is my daughter, a Yorksworth, worth any less than yours?" Blaire stood at the doorway as she took in the occupants of the home with her sharp gaze. She had been feeling restless ever sin
Mirabelle frowned. "Excuse me?"As soon as she finished speaking, Cameron walked up to her, grabbed her by her hair, and forcefully bent her over.Cameron held up the guest list Monica had sent her and shoved it in Mirabelle's face. "Call them. Tell them to be there by 3:00 p.m., or else…"She tightened her grip threateningly. "You can kiss this head of hair goodbye."Mirabelle pressed down on her scalp where it had been pulled, her voice distorted with pain when she spoke."Let go, Cameron! Are you out of your mind?""Didn't I tell you not to involve anyone else in our feud?""Can't take it anymore?"Mirabelle endured the pain of turning her head to flash a disdainful sneer at Cameron."This is just the appetizer. If you go against me, you'll eventually crawl out of Capeton with your tail between your legs. I'll call your business partner right now and pin the catastrophic failure of this event on you…"Seeing Mirabelle's condescending expression brought Cameron back to the
The kiss lifted the dark cloud that hung over Cade's mood over the past few days.The next day, as Fabian brought in documents for him to sign, Cade asked, "When is Cameron's show?"Fabian was taken aback for a split second but quickly replied. Fortunately, he was well-prepared and kept track of Cameron's events for the year in advance."Has the invitation been delivered?"Fabian swallowed, almost wanting to laugh to mock Cade. Given Cade's strained relationship with his wife, Cameron would sooner invite a dog than have him around. However, all Fabian could do was revel in Cade's misery in his mind while keeping a businesslike facade."It was probably already delivered. The front desk brought in a stack of mail yesterday. I haven't sorted it out yet."He had already sorted out the mail this morning. Everything had gone straight to the trash."Clear my schedule for the day. Make reservations at a restaurant for a celebratory dinner.""Yes, sir."On the day of the show, Monica
That was obviously an excuse to get Cade out of the picture. Knowing what Mirabelle had done to Cameron in the past, leaving the two of them alone was out of the question. Besides, it wasn't convenient for him to move the car, so he refused without a second thought."Get the attendant—"However, Cameron cut him off before he could finish."Ms. Ackerman is a guest. You should fulfill her requests if she has any."Cade cast her a cold glance. "Shut up." Why should he dance to Mirabelle's tune?Cameron stared at him. "Run along."He gritted his teeth as rage crossed his face. After a brief pause, he sneered and turned to leave. As soon as the door shut behind him, Mirabelle's calm expression slipped. "Did you make me come here just to show off how much you two love each other?""You call that love? I think we have different definitions of what 'love' is then. He's nothing more than…" Cameron's fingers lightly traced the cup's rim as she smirked and said, "A lap dog.""You fu
Cameron crossed her arms over her chest and gave the bouquet in Cade's hands a nonchalant glance."What are you trying to pull, Mr. Carter?""Fabian said it was Women's Day today.""So what?"There was silence all around. The sound of soothing music could be heard through the door. Cade was silent for a while. "We're not getting a divorce, Cameron."It was the same old topic that Cameron had grown too weary of. She turned around and felt for the cigarette box on the table. There was already a layer of cigarette butts in the ashtray next to it. Judging by the color of the lipstick marks, more than half of them were hers.Cade frowned. He clearly disapproved of her smoking but kept himself from stopping her.Smoke curled from between her lips. The flickering embers of the cigarette reflected in her eyes, softening her indifferent gaze. Through the thin haze, Cameron's lips curled into a wide, unrestrained smile. Every time she smiled in this way, it always filled Cade with a
Cade began unbuckling his belt as he spoke. When it came to this sort of thing, men often had a strong sense of competition, especially in the presence of a woman they were interested in."Such a dark atmosphere isn't right for our situation."Cameron didn't like him to begin. In such a dark atmosphere, there was no telling what kind of grotesque creature she might imagine him to be. It would be strange if she felt attraction for him.She leveled a steady stare at him. Cade's shirt was half undone, showing his tense muscles underneath. Under the influence of alcohol, his skin took on a faint reddish hue. There was a heart-pounding tension in the air as if something was about to ignite. Occasionally, his slightly heavy breaths could be heard."You haven't been working out recently, have you?" Cameron asked.Cade was confused.Cameron pressed her hand against his chest, right below his ribs, and gave it a little push. After a moment, she commented, "Your muscles are a little soft
Cade tossed his phone onto the table in frustration when he saw who entered. He pressed his hand against his brow."Leave. You should see Diane for a work uniform.""Are you feeling unwell, Mr. Carter?" Rosalia approached the desk with a glass of milk in hand. "I learned how to give massages. Why don't I…" "Get out."Cade abruptly got to his feet and avoided Rosalia's outstretched hand, causing the milk to spill all over him. He glanced down at his now-stained shirt with a dark expression and pressed his lips tightly together. After a long pause, he asked through clenched teeth, "Did my wife ask you to send this up?" Every syllable was pronounced with the gnashing of teeth.Rosalia froze under his piercing gaze."It really was Mrs. Carter who asked me to bring it to you, sir," she stammered."Leave. From now on, you will not enter my study unless you have permission."Rosalia had come to work as a housekeeper to land herself a wealthy husband. She had even bribed the manager
On the next day, Cameron was discussing the fashion show with Monica when she suddenly heard a familiar voice from behind. "Cammie…" It was Blaire.Although Monica didn't fully know about Cameron's past, she didn't like Blaire at all. What kind of mother wouldn't protect their own child, after all?However, it wasn't appropriate for her to intervene as much even though she was Cameron's close friend. After all, it was Cameron's family matter.Monica stood up with her notebook in hand and said, "Well, I just remembered that there's still a few more invitations to send, so I'll go and take care of that. Let's discuss more about the fashion show later."After saying that, she glanced at Blaire and left without even greeting her.Cameron got up and nodded at Blaire. "Is something the matter?"She thought that her distant attitude last night had made it clear enough that she didn't want any more involvement with the Yorksworth family. She didn't expect that Blaire would come and loo
Cameron pushed the door open. She looked tired as she laid down her bag. As she changed her shoes, she caught sight of the food on the dining table out of the corner of her eye."Diane, didn't I tell you I wasn't coming back for dinner? Why did you make so much food?"Diane glanced upstairs. "It's for Mr. Carter. He hasn't eaten yet."The moment Cade was mentioned, Cameron dropped the topic. She rubbed her sore shoulder as she headed upstairs. "I see.""Madam…" Diane called out hesitantly, looking troubled. "Mr. Carter asked you to call him down for dinner when you got home.""Me? Call him down for dinner?" Cameron stopped in her tracks and turned around in confusion. "Why?""Mr. Carter seems to be upset. Did you two have another fight?""So If he's in a bad mood, I'm supposed to go upstairs and invite him down to eat? Should I also say 'Your meal is ready, my liege!' while I'm at it?" Cameron scoffed. Her sarcastic smirk quickly faded. "He can eat if he wants. If he doesn't,