Annabelle did not answer immediately. At this moment, she had already taken his hand and was carefully discerning and judging.
Three days ago, they were trapped in a cave. She examined Kendrick, thinking he just had a cold and fever at that time. Now, upon reevaluation, Annabelle realizes that things are not as simple as she thought.
Perhaps he had not fully recovered from typhoid fever, but he should not have been so hasty and disorganized.
"Did you drink alcohol?"
Kendrick shook his head, he wanted to drink, but he remembered what Annabelle had cautioned, so he didn't touch a drop.
Annabelle looked up at his face again and asked, "Have you had any difficulty breathing recently?"
"Occasionally."
Annabelle pondered for a moment, put away the pat, and helped Kendrick roll down his sleeves.
"I suggested that you go to the hospital now."
"Is it that serious?" Kendrick couldn't help but furrow his brow.
"Well, I'm a b
Kendrick didn't even look and directly reached out to turn it off, while also shutting down the central control screen. However, his expression became even more gloomy.Annabelle glanced at him, and she also felt a bit puzzled in her heart, "Why didn't he answer? Calling so late, maybe there's an emergency?""Harassing calls, ignore them."After Kendrick finished speaking, he suddenly started coughing violently.This cough, once it started, was a bit uncontrollable.He drove with one hand and covered his mouth with the other, coughing more and more violently."I'm not feeling well, so let's pull over," Annabelle said worriedly.Kendrick shook his head and was about to speak, but as he moved his hand away from his mouth, he discovered that his palm was covered in blood.Annabelle's heart lifted up all of a sudden."Kendrick, stop the car quickly!"At this moment, Kendrick also felt a little overwhelmed. He didn't e
As Annabelle anxiously turned around to flag down a car, she saw a signpost. According to the instructions, the vehicle would enter the internal road of Violet Villa after making a right turn.She suddenly remembered that Gauge had mentioned before that his house was located here.If Gauge could come and give them a ride, the time would be cut in half.Without hesitation, Annabelle took out her phone and dialed Gauge's number.Although it was very disturbing to disturb someone at three in the morning, Annabelle had no choice as it was a matter of life and death. Now, she could only hope that Gauge wasn't sleeping too deeply.Fortunately, the phone was answered after only two rings.Gauge's sleepy voice came through, "Anna?""Gauge, I am on the main road outside your villa area. Kendrick fell ill and needs to go to the hospital immediately, but he can't drive anymore. I couldn't hail a taxi either. Can you give us a ride?"Gauge
In this sentence, Kendrick enunciated clearly, and both Annabelle and Gauge heard it.Gauge glanced at Annabelle silently, a look of concern flashing across his face. He wanted to ask her if something had gone wrong between her and Kendrick.But afraid that she didn't want to speak, she ultimately didn't say anything.Annabelle was also puzzled in her heart. Previously, Kendrick had used some means, quite harsh and decisive, to try to keep her, but she didn't see him in a difficult situation.So this sentence obviously had another meaning, seemingly because of something, it made him have to leave...However, these thoughts only lingered in Annabelle's mind for a moment. Immediately, she remembered that EMS was still on their way here, so she quickly made another phone call to inform them not to come.Afterwards, the three of them successfully arrived at the hospital, and Kendrick was taken to the emergency room.During the wait, Annab
Annabelle rubbed her temples, it seemed that she really didn't remember anything about what happened later last night."What if, by the time he arrives, I'm already dead? Then won't you become a young widow?""Kendrick!"As soon as Annabelle heard this, she became anxious and slammed the water cup onto the table, saying, "If it weren't for Gauge yesterday, you would have already been dead."Seeing that he still didn't agree, Annabelle explained the cause and effect to him again.After waiting for a full explanation, Annabelle herself became thirsty and directly drank half of the water poured for her.Kendrick picked up the cup, finished the remaining drink, and said blandly, "What's the rush? Once I get discharged, I'll personally thank him.""You have a conscience," Annabelle muttered.Kendrick did not respond and then fell into deep thought.Seeing him remain silent, Annabelle glanced at him and asked, "Are you thinkin
Annabelle got angry and said she was leaving.Just as I turned around, Kendrick grabbed me.He should have wanted to hold her hand, but because he was lying in bed, he didn't manage to hold it and only grabbed onto a corner of her clothing.Annabelle looked down at the large hand clutching her clothes, with an IV needle still inserted in the back of the hand.Looking at the big man on the bed again, the sharpness and dominance in his eyes were gone, replaced only by a melancholic expression, and even a touch of pitifulness.Annabelle's heart softened as she watched.Originally, there was a bit of nameless anger, but when the words of anger reached my lips, it became a complaining sentence, "Are you not allowed to leave?""Are you angry, or is there really something wrong?""There was really something."As for being angry, there was also a bit.Kendrick avoided her when she answered the phone, which made her feel u
"Are you sure?" Kendrick asked in a deep voice.He knew that Annabelle had her own small apartment. On the first day of their marriage, she said that they could live separately after getting married because she had her own house to live in.After they got married, she should not have gone back yet. This time, she suddenly said she had something to do and went to the apartment to meet Fabian, right?And Fabian was not abroad, right?"Confirmed."Afterwards, Jax passed over a photo.Fabian was wearing a casual suit and carrying a suitcase in his hand, while Annabelle walked beside him, holding a bag that seemed to contain green vegetables.Fabian was tall, and Annabelle walking beside him made her look even smaller, surprisingly matching, like a little couple.Kendrick's blood boiled instantly as he witnessed this scene. While he was sick, she brought another man home and even went grocery shopping and cooked with him?"I
"Here I come," Annabelle replied, and asked Jaime, "Is there anything else?"Jaime quickly said, "Madam, when did you come back? The president wanted to drink the soup you cooked!""I'm not sure, maybe in the afternoon. I have something to do, so I'll hang up first."In the ward.Kendrick's face was gloomy like a stormy day.Busy? Busy with making the bed and putting that kid to sleep?Although Kendrick believed that Annabelle and Fabian were innocent, it was hard to say when a man and a woman were living together alone.Jaime sighed and said to his boss, "Sir, don't mind me speaking out of turn, but if you're really worried, why don't you personally make a phone call and ask the madam to come back, or I can take you there to pick her up."Is face really that important? Now my wife is about to be taken away by someone, President!Jaime felt that he really worried a lot."You don't understand, this is called playin
Annabelle's face darkened slightly, "What did you find?"Fabian looked at her, caressed the back of his phone. He could have flipped the screen right now to show Annabelle what he had truly discovered in his investigation, but after hesitating for a moment, he continued to keep the phone face down on the table."He had been away from the Gregory family for two years. During those two years, everything about him was a blank. No one knew where he had gone or why he had suddenly disappeared for two years."Annabelle pondered for a moment and asked, "What are you worried about?"Fabian leaned forward, looking at her with concern, "You don't know Kendrick, there are too many mysteries surrounding him. I'm worried that you will get more and more involved and get hurt in the future."Annabelle breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. She had long known that Kendrick had some stories she was unaware of, so she thought Fabian might be overreacting.
Julissa wondered—could it be that Scott didn’t have a membership card and had used Heather’s instead?She temporarily stepped away from the front desk and sat in the lounge area, trying to figure out what to do next.Technically, she could just call Scott and ask him to bring her in.But she didn’t want to do that. She wanted to show up unannounced, catch them off guard, and completely disrupt their rhythm.And besides, if she were stopped outside and had to wait for Scott to come out and fetch her, it would feel like she had already lost to Heather in terms of presence and pride.So, that plan was a no-go.Should she just wait until they came out? But the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she felt.Why should she waste her time waiting around like this while they got to enjoy their date?Just as she was lost in frustration, a male voice called out to her.“Julissa?”Julissa closed her eyes. She didn’t even need to turn around—the voice alone was enough to know who it was.S
Julissa quickly grabbed Scott’s hand. “Don’t worry about it.”He curled his lips into a smile and obediently let go, then swept her up into his arms and carried her back to the bed…The next morning, Julissa sat up, rubbing her throbbing temples and aching body—only to find the bed empty.Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains onto her body. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Eleven a.m.Crap! She was late!No, this wasn’t just being late—she’d completely skipped work!“Mr. Nichols?” she called toward the bedroom door. No response. Clearly, the big boss had already gone to the office.She reached for her phone by the pillow—then suddenly remembered she’d used it to record video last night. Scott had gone to take a shower, and she’d been so exhausted she’d fallen asleep without even thinking about it.The phone had to still be on the windowsill.Barefoot, she got out of bed and pulled back the curtain. Sure enough, the phone was still there, screen down and nearly burnin
After dinner, they cleaned up the kitchen together. Then Scott went to take a shower, while Julissa headed to the bedroom.She placed her phone on the windowsill, hidden behind the curtain. Only a sheer layer covered it—just enough to keep things from being too explicit. As long as his voice was clearly captured, a blurry image would actually be even better.After all, the last thing she wanted was for every man at his future wedding to see her naked on the big screen.Yes—she was going to record her night with Mr. Nichols.Just like those classic evil ex-girlfriends in dramas, she planned to send the footage straight to his future wife. And better yet—broadcast it at their wedding.Sure, this move was one of those you hurt me, I’ll destroy us both kind of deals.But whatever. She, Julissa, was just a nobody, a little shrimp in the vast sea of high society. Once she left this circle, she could go back to her own little life.Even if she couldn't return to a peaceful life, she would do
Julissa was startled by his sudden move. She quickly turned around and smiled at Scott. “Maybe my period is coming. I’m just feeling a little low.”He paused for a second, as if just realizing what she meant by “period,” then gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.“You girls get emotional because of that?”Julissa forced a small smile. “Of course. We get moody, feel down for no reason, and crave all kinds of heavy flavors.”Scott raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So what’s Julissa craving today?”Julissa immediately sensed where this was going and shot him a glare. “Definitely not what you’re thinking.”“What am I thinking?” Scott’s gaze lingered on her lips, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.Truth be told, Julissa wasn’t in the mood to flirt, so she backed away slightly. “Mr. Nichols, behave yourself…”He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her.Julissa wanted to push him away, but her hands were covered in marinade and seasoning from preparing the fish.
That one sentence struck deep.Instinctively, Julissa glanced at the ring on her left middle finger, thinking of what Scott had said to her.That night, when he gave her the ring, he had told her it wasn’t an engagement ring—just something to wear for now, and that when the time came for a proposal, he would give her something even better.She believed his words.So even though what Mrs. Nichols just said shocked her, and even brought a momentary pang to her chest, she didn’t believe it.“How do you know he won’t marry me?”Honestly, Julissa even wanted to ask, How do you know I’d definitely agree to marry him? A girl’s got her pride too.But now wasn’t the time to nitpick. She just wanted to know where Mrs. Nichols got the confidence to say so definitively that Scott wouldn’t marry her.Mrs. Nichols didn’t seem like the type to lie, and that only made Julissa more determined to find out the truth.“Then I’ll be blunt,” Mrs. Nichols said. “Tomorrow at 7 p.m., he’s going to meet Miss H
Walking beside Mrs. Nichols was another senior executive from the Nichols Group, one of the company’s veterans. The two of them were chatting and laughing, clearly in good spirits.Why is Mrs. Nichols still here? Has she been at the company the whole day?But then again, she was the former president’s wife. It was only natural for her to be on familiar terms with the old guard.Julissa quickly lowered her head, pretending she hadn’t seen anything, hoping Mrs. Nichols hadn’t noticed her either.She scrolled aimlessly through her phone, clearly distracted. She knew she should go up and greet her, but kept telling herself there was no point in exchanging a few perfunctory words. Better to stay in ostrich mode.More importantly, she was feeling guilty—her first impression with her future mother-in-law had been far from ideal. Or maybe it was just that Mrs. Nichols had such an overwhelming presence that Julissa dreaded facing her alone.She couldn’t help but wonder again—what kind of man m
Julissa truly felt like she could never win against this man. Talking to him was like navigating a minefield—one careless step, and she’d fall right into his trap.But it was still working hours, after all. Julissa thought his sudden surge of interest was way too unexpected, leaving her flustered and completely unprepared.“Mr. Nichols, what do you take me for?” she asked, breathless.“What do I take you for?”As each button was slowly undone, Julissa felt like her face was about to combust.“I’m not the kind of woman who’d… who’d just let herself get harassed for a bonus!”“Then just pretend you’re harassing me,” Scott said casually.Julissa blinked. That’s allowed?But actually, if she flipped the roles in her mind—if she imagined herself as the one taking advantage of him—somehow, it felt a bit more tolerable.Scott’s hands didn’t stop moving. They were already at her waist. “Besides,” he murmured, “you went back on your word. There’s got to be a price for that.”Julissa was hot an
Kendrick resumed his earlier position, leaning against the headboard. “The Nichols family still has some unresolved issues—they’re definitely in no place to plan a wedding right now.”“I see…” Annabelle nodded thoughtfully. “But Julissa’s dad also said they had to be together for at least a year before they could get married, just to prevent them from being impulsive.”Kendrick didn’t respond further. He got out of bed and walked around to Annabelle’s side, scooping her up in his arms.“What are you doing now?” Annabelle asked in alarm.Kendrick chuckled helplessly. “Time to wash up, remember? You said your legs were too weak to walk.”…The Next Morning, Times GroupWhen Julissa went to the staff lounge to get water, she overheard her colleagues excitedly chatting about their quarterly bonuses.When they saw her, they couldn't help gossiping. They said that Miss Hickman had been working overtime again and had even completed another project, so her bonus would surely be substantial.J
That morning, after Agatha left the the Whitney Group, she died in a car accident that afternoon.The killer wasn’t Dereon, and it certainly wasn’t Ryan. Since he had promised to let her go, he wasn’t someone who would go back on his word.But Ryan knew exactly who did it—because right after Agatha’s death, he received a phone call.On the other end, the man said coldly, “Little Ryan, this is how you deal with traitors.”Ryan understood—this was a warning. A warning that if he dared to betray them, dared to spare Kendrick again, then whether it was Ryan himself, Anna, or anyone close to him, they’d all end up like Agatha.At this point, it was no longer a matter of wanting to kill Kendrick or not—it was something he had to do.Otherwise, the one who would die… would be him.Ryan downed his drink in one gulp.Dereon continued, “Young Master, I’m grateful you didn’t punish me and only assigned me overseas. But I still don’t think I did anything wrong. And that Sid—how could he possibly