All Chapters of Our Agreement: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

It would be a lie if she said she was not happy to see her husband, Keith Gilbert, who walked into her office room with such confidence. Saved her in a very cool way (of course, it was all from her point of perspective, and she did not care if it was just part of her delusion or not). But clearly, her joy was mixed with her shattered self-esteem with the fact that Keith had saved her again at a critical moment for the second time––the third time if she also put with the fact that Derek Skylar had told her a while ago. Letting him protect her clearly violated the pact she promised Keith's parents when she proposed to him. Moreover, she was still curious. How could Keith always appear in such a critical situation? How did the man manage to dodge James Walker's attack? It was clearly impossible, considering that James used a gun as his weapon when he attacked Keith without hesitation, while she knew full well that Keith was carrying nothing but himself. "I a

Leaving Tatius wondering what she meant by what she just said, she continued walking down the corridors until they arrived at her penthouse. They let go of Tatius's hand, gesturing for Tatius to come closer as she pressed her penthouse pin, showing it to Tatius so he could go in and out of his penthouse without having to rely on her. After the door opened, she ushered Tatius inside. The man's face was instantly filled with amazement that the man did not just hide as soon as his feet stepped inside. “It is very spacious…” Tatius walked around his penthouse. Then the man's attention was drawn to the living room area, which faces directly the gazebo with a small garden as a result of her hobby of gardening, which she always did in her spare time. The man turned around, facing her with an expectant look. "Can I go there?" "Of course you can. Why not?" she chuckled at Tatius' cute reaction, leaving the man's briefcase near one of the sofa chairs in the living room, leadin

The man's question now made him retract his assumption about the man's figure just now. He swallowed hard, feeling the nervousness that suddenly overtook him as soon as he heard the man's question just now.   "Ah, sorry. I should have changed my question. Knowing my daughter’s behaviour pretty well, I am sure that it is definitely my daughter who approached you aggressively," the man chuckled, with a laugh that actually sounded sinister in his ears, yet at least managed to reduce the nervousness that had hit him just now. "I am just curious. Because you know, Kid, my only daughter was not in a good state after the person she loved did not reciprocate her feelings and decided to marry another person a few months ago. You know, broken-heart-things issue. Do youngsters nowadays still use that term?”   "Well, we are still using that term

Carefully, Keith got up from Marie's bed without making the slightest sound so as not to wake his wife, although he doubted the possibility that she would be disturbed by the noise he might make considering how quickly Marie fell asleep and was not disturbed by loud noises like anything including gunshots like a while ago.   For a moment, he turned his body slightly, looking at Marie who was still sleeping with a face that was much more innocent like a child, not noticing his absence in bed with her. He then cancelled his intention to leave Marie, took a moment to look at Marie's face, then went to the woman's dressing table, took micellar water and cotton. Carefully, he removed the remaining thick makeup that Marie was wearing to cover up the scars that were still clearly visible from the fight against Silvano at that time.   He was

Marie fell silent at the question Patricia had just asked while sucking her lower lip. Time and time again, she looked alternately between Patricia, then at her husband, and looked out the window of her husband's cafe with a worried expression she had tried so hard to hide it from her face.   “You did not answer my question earlier. And I know the meaning of your face that you are making right now, Marie,” Patricia said again when she did not get the answer she wanted from her. “It is not a good sign, I can feel it. Is this what you were talking about a while ago?”   She stuttered, as she was still trying hard to cover up her panic by staying calm, letting out a huffing sound with a flat face she had tried to wear as soon as possible. "Wh––Which kind of face do you mean, Pattie?"