All Chapters of Love in the dark: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

Zoey understood what Laurence was trying to say. It was his personal property, so she had no right to use their marriage against his decision. It wasn't up to her to decide who got to stay on the property, nor did she have the right to interfere with his decision. Zoey silently drew a deep breath and steadied her breathing to compose herself. She needed to be collected to talk rationally with him instead of giving the impression that she was acting on her emotions. She pursed her discolored lips. “Are you going to see her?” Zoey was determined not to let the precious opportunity slip right out of her hands. She finally saw a glimmer of hope. It was like the dawn before the sunrise. At the very least, she wanted a fair trial. Zoey was uncertain whether Laurence would offer Sarah another helping hand if the latter asked.Although Zoey didn't learn much about Laurence’s family, she'd heard of his father’s name on TV despite not keeping up with the current events. It was a piece of

Zoey couldn’t help but ask, “Did you overhear my conversation with my mom?”“Yep. I heard you speaking on the phone the moment I came back to the room. That small town is indeed more bustling than this hotel at the mountaintop. A lot of travelers like to stay in that town.”“I see.” After a while, Zoey said, “Then let’s go take a look.”Although it was subtle, Laurence could tell that Zoey was in a good mood when she replied. He nodded in response.“Is anyone else coming with us?” Zoey asked hesitantly, not looking at Laurence.“No.”“Okay.” Zoey was relieved upon hearing that. She had a bad relationship with Sarah and didn't know his other friends well.The weather was good, and the sun shone brightly. Zoey’s mood improved as well.Laurence undid the top two buttons on his white shirt and rolled up his sleeve slightly, showing off his forearms. There was a time when Zoey would get distracted whenever she saw Laurence in a white shirt. She had been first attracted to him when he wore a

“I can pay you back.”“Sorry, but I don’t need your money.”Zoey felt that Laurence didn’t really want the photograph. He just didn’t want her to have things her way. She pursed her lips and stopped bargaining with him. If he wouldn’t give it to her, then she didn’t want it either.…The sky turned golden as the sun set as the two of them returned to the hotel. Zoey put the gifts she bought into her luggage bag. Then, she lay on the couch and stared at the ceiling in a daze.Laurence was attending an online meeting in the study. Even though he was on vacation, there was still some work that he had to do.The door to the study was left slightly ajar. Zoey glanced in that direction, but she could only see a corner of the desk from where she was.She could occasionally hear Laurence speak in French in that deep voice of his.Zoey had attended a few French lessons in university, but it was a very difficult foreign language to learn. She almost fell asleep during those classes. She tried he

Laurence wasn't a greedy man. Zoey's voice interrupted his reverie, "Can't I move back in with my mother?" Laurence wondered if she had guessed what he and Janet had talked about. His gaze grew colder, and he answered indifferently, "I'm sorry, but you can't." Then, he suggested, "But your mother can move in with us."Right off the bat, Zoey rejected him, "There's no need for that." It was a reply Laurence had expected. He said curtly, "Let me know if you change your mind." He knew Zoey would never be so foolish as to let Janet move in with them. Janet would definitely realize the true face of their relationship in less than two days.Zoey leaned back in the passenger's seat and wound down the window to enjoy the night breeze. The weather in Northwell wasn't too hot or cold at that time of year. The wind lifted her hair, and her face looked gentle under the streetlights. Laurence drove slowly, and Zoey closed the window again. The light at the junction turned red. Laurence’s

Zoey took a taxi home. The taxi driver noticed she was as pale as wax in the rearview mirror. Assuming she had just received bad news at the hospital, he comforted her, "Miss, there's nothing we can't get over in life. If we're sick, then we'll get treated for it. If it’s incurable, then we'll enjoy life in paradise sooner. But you look young to me, so no disease should be incurable."Zoey smiled slightly and said gratefully, "Thanks, mister. I'm just a little tired." The taxi driver felt relieved hearing her response. He had picked up too many passengers from hospitals who looked like their dogs had died. Hospitals were a place of joy and sorrow, and nobody could change that.When Zoey returned to the villa, the servants had already prepared breakfast. She didn't have an appetite, but she forced herself to finish a bowl of cereal, and then went upstairs to rest. She showered before changing into her pajamas and lying in bed. She stared up at the ceiling in a daze and found it hard