Todos os capítulos de Young Bride in a Lightning Marriage: Never Tired of Mr. Leon’s Love: Capítulo 931 - Capítulo 940

Selena sat in the restaurant, dressed in a black leather jacket. Her hair was curled, her makeup was striking, and she wore a pair of black high heels, exuding an aura of confidence. Across from her sat a man, smoking a cigarette, seemingly engaged in conversation with her."Have you made up your mind?" Selena asked, her face expressionless. It was hard to tell what she was thinking. Was she sad? Troubled? No one could tell.The man opposite her was Linus, dressed in a simple top. He was puffing on his cigarette with an unreadable expression. The two of them conversed like this for the entire afternoon, and Selena seemed to struggle with controlling her emotions."Mr. Zimmer has been furious ever since you left Spades. Perhaps he couldn't believe you would make such a foolish decision," Linus said casually as he exhaled smoke."I never expected him to be so cunning. But at the end of the day, he is Daniel Zimmer," Selena murmured, her gaze shifting to the window, filled with sorrow

As soon as Koven left, Selena could barely hold herself together. She was extremely exhausted, and her eyelids were heavy and drooping. However, she could not sleep. If she did, she would be out for the entire night, and no one would be able to wake her.Selena forced her eyes open and slowly got up to move around, trying to stay awake. She walked slowly to the kitchen, where Koven was reheating the food. Selena knew how much Koven loved her. Every day, he would prepare meals and wait for her to come home. Feeling touched, she walked over to see how her 'perfect househusband' was doing in the kitchen."It smells so good!" Selena said as she hugged Koven from behind, leaning on his broad shoulders. This was how she always found comfort in him."Selena, take this to the table. I'll be right there, and then we can eat. I know you must be starving, right?" Koven said gently, affectionately patting Selena's head.Selena let him go cheerfully, carrying a plate of ribs as she slowly wal

Charlotte had taken her cold medicine and was feeling much better. Her health had improved somewhat. However, she still harbored doubts about Joan's identity—how could someone be so extraordinary? Joan appeared quite delicate, yet no one dared to bully her. Even in the monastery, no one spoke ill of her, which was rather odd. Charlotte got up early. A small bird flew to the window, and she quickly walked over, letting it land on her hand. She took a note from its foot, then released the bird. After reading the note, Charlotte smiled. It was her first smile in days. Whatever it was, it made her very happy. After reading it, she quickly burned the note, as if afraid someone would discover her secret. After prayers, she did not rush to eat but instead took a stroll along the path. The scenery here was unique. Every step offered a different experience, like stepping into a paradise. Although the monastery was not as charming as the outside world, it still had its ow

"Just take them! Do you want to end up like them, old and ugly?" Joan gestured dramatically as she vividly described the women in the monastery.Charlotte found her antics amusing. She was actually quite nice.If it were her, Charlotte would not bother with a complete stranger, especially one who had treated her so poorly. Charlotte realized that she was indeed that indifferent.Looking at herself in the mirror, Charlotte felt a bit estranged from her reflection. The woman staring back was not exactly haggard, but compared to how she used to look, it was a far cry from her former self.She reminisced about the days when she had everything she wanted. There was nothing Princess Charlotte could not obtain.Charlotte glanced at Joan in the mirror. Joan was naturally beautiful, with a doll-like face, a petite figure, and a small cherry-like mouth. She looked very endearing.In contrast, Charlotte seemed much more worn down. She felt a pang of jealousy. Why had she fallen to such a st

Charlotte noticed that Joan’s eyes were slightly moist. She could not tell if it was from the spring water, the dampness of the facial mask, or if her eyes had become wet on their own.Charlotte did not know what to say. She was not good at comforting people. As far as she could remember, she had never comforted anyone, except when she needed something from her mother and father, the queen and the king.Only when she needed something from them would she act cute and innocent to get everything she wanted, without exception.However, facing Joan at this moment, Charlotte remained silent. She was not sure whether she should ask what was wrong or just act on her instincts and say something harsh.At that moment, she felt a different emotion toward this woman. Was it pity? Was it sympathy? Was it something else...Charlotte could not quite figure out what it was. She only knew that she was more pitiful than anyone else, so there was no need to pity others. If it were not for this woman