"Madam, it seems Mr. Lance won't be coming home tonight. Perhaps you should rest first?" Martha Zayne kindly spoke upon noticing the still-lit bedroom. A hint of disappointment crossed Jennifer Yale's eyes. Just then, the sound of an engine revving came from the yard. She didn't care to put on her slippers as she rushed to the window to peer outside.Sure enough, it was Maxwell Lance's silver Bentley pulling into the garage.Jennifer took a deep breath, glancing down at her sensual lingerie while her heart pounded like a drum. Despite being married for two years, Maxwell had always slept in the guest room, and he never touched her.She knew their marriage was arranged by Maxwell's grandfather, Robert Lance, and it was not his choice. However, two years had passed. They couldn't possibly continue on like this.Did Maxwell not like her because she was merely an undergraduate with no experience in relationships? Was it because he found her too passive?With these thoughts, Jennifer
Maxwell had completely lost his rationality at this point.Whether it was the food or the drinks at the party earlier, something had gone wrong. Now, driven by desire, he found it difficult to control himself.As he touched the woman on the bed, her soft skin and fragrance aroused him considerably. The innocence in her responses and her helpless sobbing nearly drove him mad!An hour later, the man was finally satisfied and fell asleep. Jennifer felt as though her entire body had been crushed, the pain penetrating deep into her bones.Enduring the soreness in her limbs, she hurriedly got dressed and fled from the pitch-black room. In her haste, she collided with a young woman as she entered the elevator."Sorry."Jennifer's face was deathly pale. She quickly stepped into the elevator and pressed the close button.Rachel Walker immediately looked back after exiting the elevator, staring at Jennifer in disbelief before the doors closed.She recognized Jennifer as Maxwell's wife, t
Jennifer looked at him in a panic, choking out, "Hear me out. Yesterday I—""Enough," Maxwell cut her off, his gaze falling on the hickeys on her neckline. It was unmistakably the aftermath of a liaison.His tone remained calm and indifferent as he continued, "It's partly my fault for ignoring you these two years. I don't blame you for what you did. But, Jennifer, the Lance family can't accept a tainted woman as the lady of the house."Jennifer's mind went blank. All her explanations now seemed futile. Anyway, why would he listen to her when the truth was right before his eyes?Besides, even if she could prove that she had been framed by Bridget and Jocelyn, it was still a fact that she was tainted.Jennifer smiled bitterly. "So, are you asking for a divorce?"Maxwell nodded. "I hope you will make it clear to Grandpa that you're the one asking for a divorce. I can offer you a bit of dignity by keeping him in the dark about your infidelity."Jennifer felt her eyes sting with tear
Maxwell arrived home well past 11:00 pm. The villa was eerily quiet, with only a night light switched on in the living room. Jennifer sat on the couch, seemingly waiting for him.As Maxwell took off his coat and loosened his tie, he spoke impatiently, "Didn't we agree on the divorce? I won't shortchange you when it comes to assets. You can rest assured about that."He thought she wanted a larger share of the assets.Jennifer's voice was hoarse when she asked, "Maxwell, did you want a divorce because of that woman?"Maxwell's expression faltered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He didn't want to hide anything from her, nor did he care to."Yes. I owe it to her. That's something I must do," he admitted frankly.Jennifer chuckled bitterly. "I only discovered today how hypocritical you are. You played the victim, making me feel guilty and pushing me to get a divorce. I bet you were secretly pleased, weren't you? You finally caught me making a blunder, and you're now f
Maxwell had never given her permission to address him as "babe".Just as he was about to reprimand her, Jennifer had already ended the call. Observing Rachel's displeased expression, Jennifer finally broke into a smile of unprecedented satisfaction."Ms. Walker, did you see that?" She shook her phone while saying, "My husband is coming to pick me up. Regardless of who came into his life first, the person he brings back to Lance Manor will always be me!"Then, she stood up and placed two 100-dollar bills on the table. "Enjoy your coffee. It's my treat."Having said that, Jennifer walked out of the cafe. At that moment, the burden that had weighed on her chest for so many days was finally lifted.…Before long, Maxwell's car arrived at the gates of Haven University to pick Jennifer up.Robert had raised him, and he held an eternal respect for Robert. It was for this reason that he personally came to pick Jennifer up, to avoid displeasing Robert.As she got into the car, Maxwell s
Jennifer understood the meaning behind his words and instinctively retreated to the corner of the bed. Without a warning, Maxwell effortlessly gripped her calf and pulled her toward him, pinning her down with his weight.Having been rendered immobile, Jennifer could only push at his shoulders, asking in alarm, "Maxwell, what are you doing?""What do you think? What else can a man and a woman do on a bed?" Maxwell's cool breath swept over her as his fierce kiss landed on her neck."No!" Jennifer struggled, frightened. "Maxwell, don't do this. Don't touch me!"His actions reminded her of that horrific night when the strange man seemed equally rough. Jennifer didn't want to recall it again. If Maxwell continued, she would break down.Seeing Jennifer crying miserably, Maxwell couldn't truly bring himself to punish her in this way, even if he was always harsh toward her.After all, if this were done without love, it would be a punishment for both sides.He stopped, but his hands rema
Maxwell seemed like he was smiling as he approached Jennifer. Then, he crouched down and took out a wet wipe with alcohol, helping her clean the dirt on her knees.It was only then that Jennifer snapped back to her senses. She had knelt on the ground for a full ten minutes, so deeply engrossed in saving a life that she hadn't noticed these trivial details.Now, she realized that her knees were not only dirty but also grazed."Ouch..." she murmured. "Be gentle."Maxwell said softly, "Bear with it."As he resumed with his head bowed, a strange emotion began to stir in Jennifer's heart. Her knees really hurt, but she felt warm inside.After cleaning the dirt, Maxwell stood up and said, "Your knees are injured. Do you want to go to the hospital to get them bandaged?"Jennifer smiled and casually brushed it off. "There's no need. A band-aid will do for this small injury. Let's go home quickly. Grandpa is waiting for us for dinner!"Then, she started walking toward where he parked th
Jennifer got up and headed toward the counselor's office."Jennifer, yesterday evening, you were the one who rescued an elderly woman at the gate, right?" the counselor questioned her sternly.Jennifer was dumbfounded. Although she didn't rescue the woman for praise, she didn't expect the counselor to interrogate her with such an attitude. She nodded and said, "Yes, it was me."The counselor's tone became accusatory. "She passed away. Her family wants to know whether your rescue efforts were in accordance with regulations. Your actions could've caused a delay in treatment. Moreover, you're just a student without a medical license."Bewildered, Jennifer countered, "She didn't survive even after being taken to the hospital? But, Madam, I made her regain consciousness when I saved her. If I hadn't intervened, she would have died on the spot.""What's the use of saying that now?" the counselor asked in displeasure. "I've told you all before, you're still in the learning stage, don't b
The more Laura thought about it, the more she felt that Simon was just too good at putting on a facade. She wondered if his clients would still trust him if they knew what kind of person he really was.Laura warned him, "Don't come looking for me anymore. I've already taken your mother's money, and I need to keep my word. Last night, you were the one who insisted on sleeping with me. I had no choice. But from today on, let's not see each other again."Simon cocked a brow. "Do you really think we can cut things off that easily?"Laura retorted, "Why not? Are you planning to keep Hailey at home as your wife, while keeping me as your mistress? Aren't you afraid your messy relationship will be your downfall?"Simon laughed coldly. "Seems like five years with me still wasn't enough to tame you. No matter. Laura, we have plenty of time."With some pressing matters to attend to that morning, Simon didn't linger and left quickly.After he left, Laura let out a sigh of relief. Yet his las
Laura clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. "Simon, do you have no shame?"But before she could react, he pinned her hands behind her and pressed his lips onto hers. She was about to resist when he whispered threateningly, "Laura, bite me again, and you'll see what happens."For some reason, even after they separated, she still feared him. Her fear of Simon felt innate as if it was etched into her bones. He murmured as he kissed her, "You might be able to tolerate the sounds, but I… can't."Over the years, when she and Simon got intimate, Laura was usually drawn into it. She didn't resist intimacy, but she did resist being humiliated by him. Now, with the sounds from next door adding fuel to the fire and Simon's teasing, Laura began to feel a spark too. After all, he knew all her sensitive spots and just a little coaxing from him was enough to turn her into a mess.It seemed he was punishing her for leaving without permission. That night, Simon was relentless, pushing her to the br
Laura was incredibly frustrated. She didn't want to draw a line with Simon during the day only to have him barging into her life again that same night. After thinking it over, she said, "You could take a detour. It's not like there's only one way to get to your house."Simon glanced at her. "A detour? Easy for you to say. Do you know how far that would be? How much of my time would it waste? Laura, none of this would've happened if I hadn't come here to return your necklace."Laura glared at him angrily. "People weren't wrong when they said lawyers are petty down to the bone! You're so insufferable!""And yet you endured it for five years." Simon glanced at her. "What's wrong? Can't handle just one night?"Laura took a deep breath to resist the urge to punch him.Meanwhile, Simon acted as if he were at home. He grabbed a hair dryer from the bathroom and started drying his hair. Laura huffed angrily and decided to ignore him. She turned her focus back to the news and pretended he w
Simon went into the bathroom to shower. Suddenly, Laura remembered something and called out, "By the way, I don't have a new towel. I'll go downstairs and buy one for you."His answer came through the door. "I'll just use yours."Laura was surprised. Wasn't he a neat freak? Could it be that he had been faking it all along?She walked to the living room, muttering to herself, "What a weirdo!"Before long, Simon's assistant, Alex, arrived. "Ms. Scott, here are Mr. Moore's clothes. I brought two new sets for him."Alex was one of the few who knew about the relationship between Laura and Simon. Nevertheless, Laura still felt incredibly awkward. After all, only a handful of people knew the nature of their relationship. This made her feel as though she were being exposed in front of anyone familiar with them.Laura awkwardly took the clothes and thanked Alex, who gave her a knowing smile, probably assuming she and Simon were playing some kind of role-playing game that had brought them
A trace of anger flickered across Laura's face. "Simon, don't make it sound so awful! Do you think everyone is as shameless as you? Mr. Fowler isn't that kind of person!"Simon's eyes narrowed angrily as he scanned their surroundings. "So, you're living here after you left me? You would rather lower yourself to this level?"Laura replied coldly, "I don't see anything wrong with it. I'm supporting myself through my own hard work. Even if things are tight right now, they'll get better. Mr. Moore, if you came here today just to mock me, well, you've succeeded. This is the best I can afford at the moment. Are you satisfied now?"Simon frowned, then took out the necklace she had left at his place from his pocket. "I didn't come to mock you. I came to return this. You said it's a keepsake from your mother."Laura felt a pang in her heart. She hadn't expected him to remember. Her anger from moments ago was instantly subdued. She took the necklace and murmured, "Thank you."Just then, a w
Laura didn't want to talk about Simon. She sometimes wondered if his so-called expertise was just an image crafted by his law firm's PR team.Five years had passed, and not only had he failed to help Harry, but he had also caused both her and her father a great deal of suffering. Laura's heart tightened at the mere memory of that man.Lionel brought her back. "Ms. Scott?"She snapped out of it and quickly replied, "I'm not sure what happened. Maybe he isn't as good as you."Lionel sensed she was hiding something. He smiled. "Mr. Moore's rates are much higher than mine. No wonder you seem financially stretched. Didn't you spend quite a bit with him?"Laura forced herself to nod, though she thought bitterly to herself that while she hadn't spent much money, five years of her youth had been wasted.When they reached the city, Lionel suggested, "Let's grab dinner. It's just about dinnertime.""Oh, no need. I'll just cook for myself when I get home." Laura hesitated but ultimately de
Because Laura had worn the necklace for so long, the clasp often loosened. It must have fallen off at Simon's earlier.Laura felt sad, and her first reaction was to retrieve it. However, she had worked hard to cut ties with Simon. Was she really about to walk back into the lion's den?As she showered, Laura muttered to herself, "Anyway, it was that woman who cheated first, who abandoned my dad and me. Why should I keep anything she gave me?"Her mother had never visited after all these years. If the necklace was lost, so be it. It was important to her yet meant nothing to her mother. Laura smiled sadly.After her shower, she began cooking some noodles, adding an egg and two slices of ham. It was nutritious and affordable.She hadn't eaten lunch, as she had been rushing to meet a deadline, so this meal was satisfying. Just then, her phone rang. It was Lionel.Laura quickly picked up, hoping there was some development with her father's case. "Hello, Mr. Fowler, is there news from t
Laura couldn't believe that Simon was still so self-righteous. She wasn't one to cry easily, but she couldn't stop the tears from falling. "Yes, I was wrong! I was blind to be with a man who had a fiancée and became his mistress! Simon, you're a bastard. Why didn't you tell me you already had a fiancée? Why did you have to let your mother be the one to tell me?"Simon stared at her sharply. "Are you jealous? Laura, who do you think you are? Know your place. I told you long ago, only I decide when this ends between us. Unless I've had enough, don't ever think about leaving me!"With that, he grabbed her hair and slammed his lips against her.Laura couldn't bear being entangled with a man who had a fiancée any longer. She summoned her courage and bit down hard on his lip.Simon grunted in pain but didn't let her go. The taste of blood mixed between them, and it only seemed to excite him more.But as the salty taste of her tears seeped into the kiss, something seemed to extinguish th
Half an hour later, Laura finally emerged from the law firm. Simon stepped out of his car with a dark look and blocked her path.Laura jumped and angrily asked, "Were you following me?"Simon glanced at his car. "Get in. We'll talk inside.""Mr. Moore, we're done. How many times do I need to say it?" Laura felt wronged and sad at the memories of the humiliation she got from his mother and his fiancee, Hailey. Her eyes watered as she choked out, "If you keep harassing me, I'll have to tell your mother about it. That'll show her who's the real clingy one !"Simon smirked. "Do you think I'd be afraid? Laura, do you think getting a new lawyer will save your father? You're too naive! You probably have no idea how Lionel actually won that last case, do you?""What do you mean?" Laura asked anxiously. "Explain yourself!"Did he mean Lionel wasn't actually a competent lawyer but had used some underhanded means to win his case? Was there even a point in hiring someone like him for her father?B