"Are you crying?" Heather asked. He turned on the light and saw Prisley's sad face.
"What happened? Did Steve do something to you?" Heather's voice rose.
"No, he's been good to me. I just... ran into Filla at the party." Prisley replied.
She never wanted to show her vulnerability outside. After saying goodbye to Steve, she had let her guard down and slowly made her way back, tears streaming down her face the whole way.
Heather immediately dialed Steve's number.
"Got it, thanks, Steve." He heard the whole story from Steve.
"I should go away. Otherwise, this kind of embarrassment will keep happening." Prisley sniffled. With Heather by her side, her mood improved.
Heather gently stroked her waist-length hair. "You don't have to care about her."
"How can I not care? In your eyes, I'm just a fake version of her." Prisley moped on the sofa.
Seeing her sadness, Heather's eyes narrowed. He reached for a box on the nearby table. "Try this on, let me see how beautiful it looks on you."
He pulled out a dazzling diamond necklace with an intricate design, no doubt worth a fortune.
The expensive necklace sparkled against Prisley's delicate chest, complementing her evening gown perfectly.
Heather kissed Prisley's neck lightly. "It's stunning, suits you perfectly," his words carried an unusual tenderness.
"No, I don't need that," Prisley pushed him away and put the necklace back in the box.
"Why?" Heather was slightly annoyed. It was a new design by a famous designer, and he hadn't expected her rejection.
"Heather, you can't give me what I want. And what you have given me, I don't really need."
Heather scoffed, "Don't expect me to give you marriage. We agreed on that when we signed the contract."
He waved the check and property documents, "Take these. I can buy you anything, give you lots money, isn't that enough?"
Prisley felt helpless. Their thoughts seemed like parallel lines, never intersecting.
"Maybe I needed those things before, but now, Heather, I don't care about them. All I want is a little respect from you, and you can't even do that," Prisley's voice sounded defeated.
"Ridiculous! Haven't I respected you?" Heather found it unbelievable.
"This afternoon in the meeting room, they humiliated me like that, not the first or second time. If you had stood up and stopped them once, they wouldn't have dared again. But you didn't."
"Filla is back and you still won't let me leave. Today I was humiliated by her once, there will be many more times in the future, but you don't care."
"Heather, I don't know what you're thinking. Can you really look at my pain and not feel anything?" Prisley's tears fell uncontrollably again.
Heather sighed, feeling that it was all absurd, that she was seeking trouble for herself.
Perhaps, as Steve said, Heather had grown up in luxury and never learned empathy. What seemed like a significant issue to Prisley was not worth considering to him.
All he only cared about was business, wealth, and relationships. He had been trained that way since childhood, in an wealthy but loveless family, groomed to be a success machine.
He was decisive and calm in business matters, but emotionally, he was always too cold and aggressive.
Meanwhile, Prisley grew up in a warm middle-class family, nurtured by her parents' love. She had once thought that her love and care would warm his heart, but she was wrong. Four years had passed, and he remained the same.
The apartment Heather had bought for Prisley was much smaller than his own mansion. He stayed in his own house most of the time, only coming over when he needed Prisley.
Tonight, he just wanted to bring over the diamond necklace to please Prisley and persuade her to give up the idea of leaving. But he hadn't gotten the slightest smile. Heather's face darkened.
Heather didn't want Prisley bother herself with such things. He just wanted to stay with her. When Prisley was around, his mood improved obviously .
He had never cared about when or why she was upset. It had always been Prisley who took care of him.
"Prisley, you're overthinking it. I don't want to use the term 'paranoia' on you. But don't you think you're being overly dramatic?"
"As for your talk about respect, I've always respected you. Don't make a mountain out of a molehill."
"If you insist on being sulky, then let me remind you that you're the party B in the contract, and our contract is still in effect. You have no choice but to abide by the contract!"
Heather's eyes were ruthless and cold. He paused, perhaps feeling that such words were too harsh. He embraced Prisley and kissed her earlobe.
"Can we still be as good as we were?" His tone softened a bit.
Paranoia? No choice?
Prisley closed her eyes in pain, feeling that this man was beyond help. She had thought that after four years of being together, Heather would have some specially felling for her.
She suppressed the tremor in her voice. "Okay, we'll continue as before, according to the terms of the contract."
She pushed him away and headed to the bedroom.
"Where are you going?"
"To fulfill the contract." She forced a smile.
Not long after, Prisley went out of the bathroom, wearing a sexy nightgown and the perfume Heather liked - in fact, it was Filla's favorite scent.
She walked up to Heather.
Heather smiled. Indeed, she was still as obedient and easy to please as before.
Prisley dimmed the lights and kissed Heather's lips tenderly, just the way he liked it.
Her lips were soft, and she knew exactly where Heather was most sensitive. She knew his body too well.
Heather closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure he had been waiting for all night.
Prisley undressed him.
Her slender fingers, soft and slightly cool, brushed lightly against his chest and abdomen, tracing his abs and the V-lines that lead down to his proudest part.
Heather felt a faint electric current coursing through his body. His breathing became heavy, and he enjoyed the gentle rain before the storm.
His thighs tensed under her tender tongue, revealing charming muscular contours. Heather felt the surge of electricity intensify.
His body grew hotter, the intense desire running rampantly through him, straight to the top of his head. He let out a moan deep in his throat.
He opened his eyes to kiss Prisley, only to see her indifferent eyes.
Heather was stunned, the heat in his body fading sharply.
"Prisley, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," Prisley continued her actions, "I'm just fulfilling the contract."
Her voice was cold, her gaze equally devoid of passion.
Heather froze, the heat in his body plummeting instantly, the flames in his eyes extinguished, replaced by a coldness like an Arctic glacier. Prisley couldn't help but shiver.He was used to being on a pedestal, adored by all - when had he ever been subjected to such ridicule?For four years, Prisley had been completely subservient to him. No matter how angry he became or how unreasonable his demands, she had always complied without question. And now she dared to defy him?His face darkened like a storm cloud. He looked at Prisley, her innocent and beautiful face devoid of its usual compliance, now resembling an angry cat baring its teeth and claws."Very well, fulfill the contract. Perfect!" he gritted his teeth.Heather quickly dressed and planted a cold, heavy kiss on Prisley's lips before turning and leaving.The room, once filled with a lingering sense of ambiguity, now felt empty and cold, leaving Prisley with a shiver down her spine.She pressed the back of her hand to her sligh
"No - !" Prisley gasped, Heather seemed so unfamiliar, so out of control, so far from the wise and calm man she knew.She was pinned against the desk. And the door was unlocked. It was the weekend, but what if someone came in? Prisley couldn't bear to think any more."Stop it, Heather, please," she begged tearfully, but Heather was still unbuttoning her.Desperation and humiliation washed over Prisley. She closed her eyes tightly, gathered every ounce of energy she could, and pushed Heather away when he least expected it.With a loud smack, a slap landed on his face. Heather froze. The chill emanated from him accumulating.Prisley slipped out from under him and rushed toward the door.She ran out into the hallway, disoriented and frantic. Her clothes disheveled, and her hair wild.She was terrified. Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes.Suddenly, someone rounded the corner and almost collided with Prisley."Prisley? Are you still working today? I came to pick up something at the
Prisley has always been careful about contraception; it's one of the clauses in the contract.She recalls that about five weeks ago, when Heather was unusually passionate one day, he came for her on a weekend. They made love from day to night and ran out of condoms. The last half of the passionate day was unprotected and wild.The next day, they were both busy with a business trip, and Prisley forgot to take emergency contraception. Retracing the timeline, that would have been about the time Filla announced her return.Prisley didn't know whether to be happy or sad. She ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at it in frustration."Damn, how could I have missed that day?"At 26, with her career just starting to take off, she wanted to achieve something in her professional life as well. Having a child at that time didn't seem quite right.And she wasn't sure if Heather wanted children. His cold and distant nature made it difficult to imagine his reaction to hearing this news. And his
Prisley chose a long, fitted dress, putting on high heels and waited for Mark to arrive.From a distance, Mark saw Prisley standing by the roadside. The light green dress complemented her waist-length wavy hair, giving her a graceful and ethereal appearance, much like a woodland nymph.Her hair, styled in soft curls, seemed less casual and more sophisticated than when they had first met in the morning.Mark was stunned by the sight, forgot to start the car even when the traffic light turned green, and was honked at by the car behind him.Prisley didn't snap back to reality until a Ferrari roared to a stop next to her and the driver removed his sunglasses. It was Mike, who had come to pick her up.Mark wore a loose floral shirt, exuding a fashionable, carefree aura. He smiled broadly as he opened the car door for Prisley.Prisley was surprised by the change of car. Hadn't it been a Bentley in the morning? She shook her head, wondering how she had somehow gotten involved with a rich dand
As the Ferrari pulled to the side of the road, Prinsley leaned motionless against the window, tears in her eyes, staring blankly ahead.When Mark thought about the way that couple had treated the woman he cared about, a wave of heartache coursed through his veins. He wished he could turn around and teach them a good lesson.It's just the Warner Group? What's so great about it?!With a firm grip, Mark slammed the steering wheel.The loud thud snapped Prisley out of her daze. "Ah, are we home? Thanks for driving me back," she said, hastily wiping away her tears and unbuckling her seat belt.Mark escorted her to the entrance of the building. He was tenderhearted at the sight of her fragile demeanor. He gently guided Prisley upright."Prisley, I don't need to know what happened between you and this man, but I won't let anyone manipulate you. If you're in trouble, tell me. I'll fix it."Looking up into his caring and concerned eyes, Prisley felt a wave of gratitude. It was so good to be car
The next morning, Prisley wakes up to find herself alone in bed, the pain from the bump increasing today.She struggles to turn over, feeling the faint scent of herbs on her body. She vaguely remembers that it was Heather who applied the medicine for her yesterday. She feels somewhat pleased. "Does that mean we made up?" She wonders.So much has happened in the last few days. It takes more of her brain than rushing to complete projects in the company.Heather hasn't contacted her, so Prisley just sleeps all day.On Monday, shortly after she arrives at the office, a delivery man comes into the office area with a large bouquet of flowers that appears to be very expensive."Excuse me, who is Prisley Anderson?" He asks.Prisley has just come out of the secretariat and is stops halfway to sign for the delivery. The secretaries come out to see what's going on, chattering."Dreamy Rose's bouquet! It's gorgeous!""You can’t buy these flowers in normal flower shops. They're top florist's choi
The man in the floral shirt freezes for a moment. The corners of his mouth turn up as he walks briskly over to the old Grant and sits down."Let me introduce, this is my youngest son, Mark," the old man says with a smile.Prisley and Mark keep a straight face, but there is actually a hidden smile in their eyes."Mark doesn't like to be involved in running the business. After finishing his master's degree last year, he's been playing around outside. He only joined Voda Pharm two months ago and is still absent from work form time and time."Mr. Grant, the kind old father, talks endlessly about his beloved son."Mark must be exceptionally capable to be so unrestrained," Prisley flatters.Old Grant is pleased with the praise and looks at his son with a smile, "He's just playful and likes to be free. And he refuses to work at headquarters."Mark is really surprised. In the morning, his assistant told him that the CEO of the Warner Group wanted to meet with his father. Since he is the one w
Prisley looks out the window at the street scene and senses something is wrong. "Heather, you took the wrong turn. We should have turned left at the last intersection.""Heather, where are you taking me?"Ignoring Prisley, Heather steps on the gas.The car roars along, entering an upscale neighbourhood and finally stopping in a large courtyard.Prisley is astonished. Why would Heather bring her to his own home?In the four years they have been together, she has only been there a few times, just to wait on the porch for the butler to bring his luggage before rushing off to the airport.She has never actually entered his home.What is he thinking?Prisley hesitantly gets out of the car and is pulled into the house and pressed against the door.His lips come down hard, a storm of kisses that land wildly on Prisley's cheeks and neck.Before Prisley knows what is happening, she is being kissed until she feels hot all over. She shivers, breathes heavily, and bites her lower lip to muffle t