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
Jennifer's eyes watered, but she held her tears back. "Let me clean up first. It's a long story.""Wait, I have something to ask you." Maxwell held onto her wrist, his grip too strong, causing Jennifer to furrow her brows in pain."Last night, the person you saved was Rachel's grandmother. She passed away when she was taken to the hospital. Jennifer, did you already know who she was?"Maxwell's gaze was frigid, filled with suspicion and scrutiny.Jennifer was astounded, her eyes widening in disbelief.That old lady was Rachel's grandmother?And from the way Maxwell was questioning her, it suggested that she had purposely murdered Rachel's grandmother under the guise of saving her, as a form of revenge against Rachel.At that moment, Jennifer felt cold and hopeless. The agony eating up her heart now was worse than being misunderstood and accused by everyone.Letting out a sneer, she didn't answer his question. Instead, she asked, "What do you want? Or rather, what does she want?
Lionel had a feeling that Simon was interested in Laura. Yet when he tested the waters by messaging Simon yesterday, he didn't manage to provoke him. And Simon seemed completely calm when he brought up Laura. Was Laura nothing more than a pastime for Simon? If that were the case, then Lionel would lose his only leverage against Simon. Without any weaknesses to exploit, how could he ever compete with Simon in Haven City?Lionel reflected on his rivalry with Simon, which stretched all the way back to their university days. Simon was as cunning as a fox. Even if he did have feelings for Laura, he would never easily reveal them in front of Lionel.Lionel narrowed his eyes and began formulating a plan. If Laura truly was Simon's Achilles' heel, then Lionel could also hold Simon by the tail by keeping Laura firmly in his grasp. …Laura was at her desk, working on an article when a group of dessert shop servers suddenly entered the newsroom.They handed out afternoon tea to every
Laura bit her lip. She knew Simon was a master at humiliation. He never needed to use crude words to hit where it hurt the most. She retorted, "Mr. Fowler isn't like a certain someone who takes advantage of others! He's the most upright lawyer I've ever met"Although she appeared to be opposing him, Simon wasn't as angry as before. He must have realized that someone with Laura's personality probably wouldn't be won over by a few bouquets of flowers.He smirked. "Well then, I wish you all the best in rescuing your father!"Laura smiled. "Don't worry, my father's case is progressing smoothly!" After finishing the dishes, Laura let out a long sigh of relief. "Now, can I finally leave?" Simon glanced at the time. It was nearly midnight, and the dark sky outside made even him feel uneasy. He tossed her his car keys. "Take my car. Let me know once you're home." Laura took the keys, her confusion and surprise evident. Simon cleared his throat. "Don't overthink it. I'm just
Laura lied, "No, my friend lives there." Lionel already had a good idea of the truth but pretended not to know. He dropped her off at the destination."Thank you, Mr. Fowler. I'll leave my father's case in your hands," Laura said before stepping out of the car. Lionel stared at her retreating figure thoughtfully. Then, he pulled out his phone and texted Simon: "I've safely dropped Ms. Scott off. Shouldn't you thank me, Mr. Moore?"…In the living room, Simon's gaze darkened at the provocative message. Not long after, Laura returned, carrying a bouquet of white roses. When Simon saw the flowers in her hands, his expression hardened.Laura didn't think much of it. She set the bouquet aside and changed into her slippers. "Have you had dinner yet? I'll go and prepare the clothes you need for tomorrow if you've already eaten." "No," Simon spoke coldly from the couch. "I'm paying you 50 thousand dollars a month. So, hurry up and cook!" Laura took a deep breath and force
By the time Laura arrived at the restaurant, Lionel was already there. Like Simon, Lionel was dressed in a suit. However, Laura thought he lacked Simon's charm."Sorry, Mr. Fowler. I was stuck in traffic," Laura apologized. "Have you been waiting long?" Lionel smiled. "I just got here."Then, he brought out a bouquet of white roses from behind him. "This is for you." Laura was stunned, staring at him without reaching out to take them. Sensing her hesitation, Lionel quickly explained, "I passed by a flower shop earlier and noticed how beautiful these roses were. They reminded me of you, so I bought them. Do you not like them, Ms. Scott?" Laura reluctantly accepted the flowers and awkwardly thanked him. She was confused. Her relationship with Lionel was purely professional. So, why would he suddenly give her flowers? Lionel handed her the menu. "Please order something." "I'll just have whatever you order, Mr. Fowler," Laura said. All her thoughts were focused on
Thus, Laura and Simon finally reached an agreement, and she managed to fulfill her editor-in-chief's expectations.…The next day, Laura submitted her interview draft to the editor-in-chief, whose face lit up with delight. "Oh, Laurie, you're truly the star of our news department!" The editor-in-chief immediately instructed the team to publish the interview and clapped his hands. "This is great! The collapsed bridge caused many casualties, so the public is concerned about the individual responsible for the construction. It's all thanks to you that we got some insider information from Mr. Moore! Don't worry, I'll make sure to highlight your contributions to the higher-ups by the end of the month." Laura waved it off. "I don't care if you give me credit. But you did say before that the bonus would be doubled, right?"The chief nodded. "Not just double, I'll triple it this time!" When Laura left the chief's office, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing how thrilled
Laura blushed instantly. She quickly corrected herself. "I… I know you and I are worlds apart. I'd never dare to think of becoming your wife. Only Ms. Brooks is worthy of that. Me? Forget about it!"Simon frowned.Laura thought he was offended by the term and quickly smiled. "Mr. Moore, I promise to stay as far away as possible as long as you help me complete this interview. I won't ever interfere in your relationship with Ms. Brooks. I swear!" Simon didn't know Laura was throwing her self-respect out the window when she said this. But Laura masked her feelings too well. Simon couldn't see how difficult it was for her to utter those words. All he heard was her relentless attempt to push him away and sever ties with him completely. She still wouldn't ask him for anything even when she was at her lowest point. True. Laura had pinned all her hopes on Lionel. Why would she harbor any feelings for him? But the proud Simon refused to mention Lionel. He would never let her think
Simon knew Laura was a master of playing innocent. Maybe she was even secretly cursing him in her mind right now. Yet she stubbornly held the cherry near his mouth. She pouted. "My hand is getting sore, Mr. Moore." Simon finally let out an amused laugh. "Your hand is sore from just this? What else can I even count on you for?"Laura blushed as memories of their past flashed through her mind. She stood up abruptly, deciding not to keep trying to appease him. Just as she was about to turn away, Simon suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. Laura's heart raced as she sat stiffly in his lap, not daring to push him away. Simon murmured, "Weren't you just trying to feed me fruit?"Laura's face flushed a deep red as she shakily held the cherry up to his lips. This time, Simon ate it but immediately frowned. "It's sour." Laura weakly responded, "I tried one earlier, and it was sweet." In the next moment, Simon cupped the back of her head, and the swee
Laura suddenly realized something. According to the housekeeper, Simon hadn't brought Hailey back here since Laura had left.How else could the housekeeper have mistaken someone else for his fiancée if Hailey had been here? For some reason, Laura beamed at the realization.After sending the housekeeper away, she headed to the kitchen to start cooking. In the past, Laura had never cooked a meal in her life since she was born with a silver spoon. But after being with Simon, he demanded she prepare his outfits and cook the dishes he liked. He even signed her up for a training course where she spent three months learning domestic skills. It was as if her entire existence revolved around him and she had to do everything to please him. Simon had turned a pampered young woman who never lifted a finger like her into someone who had to tread carefully every day, learning to read his moods. Laura couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness at this. ... An hour later, Simon re
Laura thought Simon would finally agree to see her if she went alone this time. However, she realized that his words from the night before were not mere talk upon arriving. Simon did not want to see her even if she came to him now. The receptionist apologized. "Ms. Scott, Mr. Moore has instructed us not to accept any appointments from you in the future. Please don't make things difficult for us. Perhaps it's best if you go back." Laura wished the ground would swallow her whole. To the receptionist, she probably appeared as nothing more than a shameless, clingy woman who refused to let go. Just then, her editor-in-chief sent her a message. "Laura, you have to succeed this time!" She sighed. She might lose her job if she failed this time. After all, an exclusive interview could draw in readers, and more readers meant more revenue. If she succeeded, the bonuses for the entire news department next month would multiply. But if she failed, everyone would blame her for the los