Duncan's face immediately darkened. His deep, piercing gaze locked onto his brother's innocent face. His fist clenched, and he sternly commanded, "Herman, come here!"His voice was cold and intimidating, like a demon. Duncan's eyes, as blue as deep sea, were as chilling as frost.Rose's lips curled into a smile as she watched the scene unfold. Camellia's reaction was quick. It seemed like there was an interesting show in store.Herman glanced at Duncan, then at Camellia, a puzzled expression on his tender, pink lips. "Honey..."Camellia exposed her wrist, showing the wounds inflicted by Herman. Although her injury had healed, the wounds had not completely closed. Camellia had deliberately picked at the scars in the blink of an eye, causing fresh blood to flow. She sobbed with strained vocal cords, "Darling, my wounds have been bleeding for a month because of him. It hurts so much, it hurts..."Rose trembled slightly. She had seen Camellia willingly shed blood without even batting an e

Longing became her greatest joy when she fell into silence. Jessica loved sitting on the windowsill, feeling the sea breeze and basking in the sunlight, recalling every little detail of their past. Jessica believed that even if she lost her life this time, her life would still be worthwhile.She had wholeheartedly loved and had been loved by Marcus. She had even left him with a son. If they couldn't live out their lives together, her life would still be complete. There was nothing to be dissatisfied about.Memories carried a trace of sweetness. Jessica felt that humans were strange. When they were together, her mind and heart would always bring up his flaws. He was picky, mean, stingy, sarcastic, twisted... That was how she perceived Mr. Marcus, so she was always opposing him without any mercy. Only when Mr. Marcus was in great pain would she feel sympathy and tenderness towards him in her heart and mind.But now, her state of mind had changed. Perhaps this was the last time she yearn

Laura hung up the phone, glanced at him, and said, "Change your clothes.""What's wrong?" he asked.Laura's expression turned cold, seemingly indifferent to Henry's concern. She didn't respond to him, instead reaching for a handheld computer from the bottom drawer.Henry's eyes widened.Laura lied about not having a computer, yet she handled it so skillfully, as if she had been using it all along. Her earlier words were just nonsense."Where did Herman go?" she muttered to herself, then closed the computer with a snap and threw it back into the drawer. Turning to Henry, she said flatly, "Change your clothes."Henry glared at her, obediently changing his clothes.Laura and Henry were still somewhat childish, lacking mature notions of modesty. Moreover, she had already seen his naked body. Henry simply changed in the room.Time was tight, and Laura didn't seem to mind. She quickly changed into a red dress she often wore, using a whip as a belt. It was the first time Henry had seen her s

Herman shivered, and Camellia was at a loss. Why did she feel like their roles were somewhat reversed now? She looked like some kind of street thug robbing a damsel, it felt quite cool, quite evil, quite satisfying.His shiver just made the situation even more comical. Camellia finally understood why street thugs looked so arrogant when robbing someone, it felt... exhilarating.Especially when a beauty showed a timid look, it felt like her own image suddenly grew taller.Camellia felt fulfilled.After he shivered, Herman timidly spoke, "Honey, you never said you loved me, so I am not doubting you."Camellia, "...Seriously?"If she hadn't been sure he was naive, she would have thought he was playing dumb to deceive her."Honey, you need to be gentler," Herman said softly, "Girls gotta be gentle, that's how they win folks over."Camellia narrowed her eyes dangerously, grabbing Herman's collar, her tone menacing, "Spill it, who's been gentle with you? Who do you love now?"Herman shook h

Jessica woke up groggily. The night still lingering, with the full moon hanging high in the sky, its bright white light spilling over the curtains and the carpet. The room was chilly, and Jessica felt a sense of confusion, unsure of what night it was."It must be a dream!"She convinced herself. She hadn't been outside, hadn't seen the magnetic waves on the rooftop, hadn't seen helicopters, and certainly hadn't seen planes crashing into the sea. It was all just a scary dream."Jessica, don't be afraid, it's nothing."She began to deceive herself, her heart feeling heavy, her nails still gritty with sand. But cruel reality reminded her that it wasn't a dream. Helicopters had indeed been shot down into the sea. She could almost hear people cheering for victory, hear them saying that Marcus was finally dead."Marcus..." No, it couldn't be true. How could he die when she hadn't? How dare he leave before her?If he did leave before her, she wouldn't spare him even as a ghost. Jessica felt