"Who are you exactly?" Flor asked in a stern tone once again, half of her body forced to lie on his legs, no longer struggling or resisting, because she knew it would be futile. Deep down, she was reluctant to let go of his body!"I am your lover, your husband," Maxwell whispered in her ear, holding her body close again and assessing her rapidly changing expression. There was excitement in his heart as he said those words, and he reached out to tidy her clothes."It's not possible..." Flora shook her head in horror and said, "My husband is Henry!"Maxwell glared at her angrily and asked, "I was just about to ask you, how did you become Henry's wife?" The hand that was once caressing her tightened its grip, causing Flora to wince in pain. She furrowed her brows tightly, enduring the pain he inflicted on her."I..." Flora tried to speak, but Maxwell interrupted her, his voice icy as he said, "What has Henry done to you? Tell me!"Flora stared at him, anxious and bewildered, shaking her
In the President's office of the Smith Family Group, Joshua cautiously presented his work report to Maxwell. Ever since Flora died, he no longer dared to be negligent in his work or treat Maxwell with a disdainful attitude out of guilt.He had even quickly married to prove that he had long given up any fantasies about Flora and never had any intention of competing with Maxwell for her.Maxwell quickly skimmed through the report and handed it back to him calmly, saying, "From now on, you can make your own decisions regarding these projects. You don't have to ask me anymore.""Oh... alright." Joshua nodded obediently, clutching the report, and hurriedly walked towards the door. Meeting Maxwell had become a mental torment for him since two years ago. He was afraid, so he always wanted to escape!After Joshua left, Maxwell packed up and prepared to go home. His gaze involuntarily fell on Flora's photo on his desk. He couldn't bear to look away for a long time. Now, going home was no longe
Two years later.It was spring, the season when flowers bloomed. Inside a luxurious mansion, roses were blooming beautifully. Pink petals fluttered, decorating the green grass.Two children, who looked almost identical and like angels, were laughing and playing on the grass, chasing each other in the sea of pink flowers.They appeared to be about two years old, with blinking big eyes and fair skin. The most enchanting feature was their sparkling eyes. The only difference between their little faces was that the boy had a touch of masculinity, while the girl exuded a sweet charm.A nanny stood nearby, carefully watching over them, not daring to look away for a moment, afraid that the two little angels might fall or collide. From the nanny's expression, one could tell that these little angels were of high status.At that moment, the sound of a car approaching could be heard from the entrance. Soon after, a silver car slowly drove into the yard and stopped in front of the main house. The
The sun rose as usual, and after a night of turmoil, the Smith Family mansion remained engulfed in a somber atmosphere. Maxwell sat on the bed, eyes wide open, unable to sleep. With Mrs. Smith's consent, Darren gave him a sleeping pill.This tactic proved effective; Maxwell soon fell asleep, entering a deep slumber until the sunset.Upon waking, Maxwell's gaze was sharp. His first command to Darren was, "Go and bring Flora back."Darren thought he might be delirious from sleep, cautiously saying, "Big Young Master, Miss Flora... she's already...""Even if she's dead, bring her back!" Maxwell roared, abruptly sitting up from the bed. The sudden burst of anger startled everyone present!Even in death, he wanted Flora back by his side. They had promised not to part in this lifetime, yet she left him just days after making that promise. She was his wife, forever!"Maxwell..." Mrs. Smith comforted him by patting his shoulder. "The dead cannot come back to life; don't be like this. Flora is
Maxwell's expression froze, and his anger erupted instantly from within him. He shouted, "What did you say? Say it again if you dare!" Flora was dead? Who dared to say that she was dead? Who dared to let her die?Everyone knew that his shout, his anger, was just an attempt to avoid and mask the truth. What's the use of refusing to admit it? Flora wouldn't come back to life because of this, she wouldn't return to his side because of this!"Big Young Master, this is the truth. Miss Flora was killed by Chiyoko Tokugawa!" Darren reiterated this painful fact, restraining the danger of being beaten up by Maxwell. When he received this news, he was also shocked and immediately came to personally inform Maxwell instead of telling him over the phone. He was afraid that Maxwell might do something irrational and harmful!"It's impossible! Chiyoko doesn't have the guts!" Maxwell shook his head and spoke coldly. His body was already trembling so much that he couldn't stand steadily, leaning agains
Joshua's legs gave way, and his strong body fell to the ground. It took him a while before he struggled to prop himself up and stumbled into the room where Flora was.On the makeshift operating table, he saw Flora lying quietly on the bed, covered in a thin white silk sheet. Her once prominent belly was now flat."Flora!" Joshua's mind went blank as he rushed forward, frantically examining Flora, who lay peacefully on the bed. Was she dead? What had he done? He had caused harm to Flora! Even if he hated her, he had never thought of using such a cruel method to harm her!Trembling, he lifted the thin sheet covering Flora. She was dressed in a set of bright white silk pajamas, stained with traces of blood. Her face had turned deathly pale, and her hands were alternately placed on her flat stomach.Overwhelmed with shock, Joshua fainted. In his last moments of consciousness, he thought about how Maxwell would punish him. Flora might never forgive her even in the afterlife!Philip immedia