I don't know how long it had been, but when Annabelle descended from the clouds, she had no strength left in her body.Then she discovered that Kendrick's wound had indeed started bleeding again.Annabelle was about to call the nurse when Kendrick held her shoulder and whispered, "It's okay, you don't have to go. Let me hold you a little longer."Now, he didn't want anyone to come and ruin his and Annabelle's little world.Annabelle couldn't argue with him, so she obediently let him hug her from behind, trying her best not to move, in order to avoid touching his injury.She opened her eyes wide and looked at the heavy snow falling outside the window. She silently sighed as she recalled everything that had happened that night.Speaking of which, she came over to the balcony to deliver it tonight.This incident will probably be mentioned by Kendrick later.However, fully accepting him doesn't seem like a scary thing either, the sky won't fall, the ground won't sink, and there is even a
How did Master know that she was in the hospital and how did he know which building she lived in? Annabelle didn't think much about it, anyway, if Master wanted to know her whereabouts, he always seemed to find a way.Annabelle felt anxious all the way until she went to bed in the evening.If it were in the past, knowing that Master was coming to see her, she would have been very excited. But this time, for some reason, she felt anxious and uncomfortable.However, Master only said he was waiting for her downstairs and didn't mention anything else, nor did he say he was going to take her away, so she didn't need to think too much about it.Of course, Kendrick must never find out.At least, he would definitely not let her go to see Master, or let her go alone, given his jealous nature.Annabelle also understood Master's temperament. He always preferred to be alone and didn't like to reveal his identity, otherwise he wouldn't have come to see her only at night every time.So for now, Ken
Ryan took out a porcelain small medicine bottle from his shirt pocket and handed it to Annabelle."When your eyes were injured, I examined them for you. It should be the result of a childhood illness that hasn't fully healed. So this time, I brought some medicine for you, one pill a day, for seven days without interruption. After finishing it, take a break, and I will bring you another course of medicine."Annabelle held a small bottle of medicine in her hand, feeling somewhat puzzled. Master had examined her over three months ago, so why was he only giving her the medicine now?And, time passed for over three months, is there no need to examine again?But she had always trusted Master, thinking that perhaps the medicine took a longer time to make, so Master only gave it to her now.With Master's medical skills, it was probably unnecessary to examine her again to determine if she had recovered.So Annabelle smiled brightly and nodded at Master, "Okay, Master. Anna remembers."Ryan rea
This light kiss brought Annabelle back to her senses, and she looked at the man in front of her with surprise.He smiled at her, lightly touched her cheek, and turned towards the direction of the hospital gate. Soon, he disappeared into the night.Annabelle silently watched his retreating figure, her heart in a state of turmoil.She was indeed close to Master, but that closeness was like that of a teacher and student, a brother and sister. However, the recent kiss and the way Master looked at her made Annabelle feel a bit bewildered.Why, in his eyes, did he see affection?"Guard your heart, wait for me to come back and pick you up, we will go home together," and with this sentence, Annabelle suddenly realized a question she had never thought of before.Did Master like her?If it were half a year ago, when she heard that her admired Master actually had feelings for her, she would have been thrilled and even astonished, and then she would have wholeheartedly waited for Master.But time
"I was just a little tired."Annabelle didn't feel like doing that thing now, she was thinking about what Master said.In terms of emotions, she was not the only one for Kendrick.So, Kendrick was doing this with her while still having another woman in his mind?"Tired?" Kendrick's hand brushed her cheek. "When you ran downstairs just now, Anna didn't seem tired at all."Annabelle sighed in her heart, he was jealous, but she also felt uncomfortable in her heart!Although Kendrick didn't seem like a man who would cheat, Master wouldn't lie to her, and Fabian had also tried to warn her that Kendrick wasn't who she thought he was.Annabelle took the initiative to avert her gaze and gently pushed his shoulder, saying, "Go back and lie down. I don't want to see your wound burst open again."Kendrick squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the face of the woman beneath him. She had a hint of resentment, as if she was feeling a little wronged.What did Ryan say to her?"Are you really just
Kendrick chuckled inwardly; Ryan was just talking nonsense."What kind of body conditioning.""Three months ago, Masterexamine discovered that I was not feeling well and prescribed medication for me."Kendrick squinted his eyes. When the little woman answered him, with that stubborn expression, if he couldn't understand that she was sulking, it would have been pointless to sleep on the same bed with her for so many days.He pondered for a moment and said, "Then let's eat well."Annabelle raised an eyebrow and looked at him, feeling puzzled.I thought this jealous guy would definitely come and take away her medicine, not allowing her to eat what Master gave her.She had already figured out how to confront him.Kendrick suddenly said this, making Annabelle feel a little bit self-important.She sealed the cap of the small medicine bottle and said, "That's natural, Master wouldn't harm me."Kendrick did not respond, thinking to himself, "He won't harm you," as he fired a shot directly at
Half an hour later, Annabelle arrived at Marvin's hotel apartment building.Marvin had already been waiting for her in the lobby. He was wearing a light brown wool sweater and white casual pants, looking clean and comfortable. When he saw her, he walked over with a smile.He was the kind of man with a sunny and handsome appearance, exuding the same confidence as Kendrick. However, Marvin's smile was even more radiant, giving off a sense of innocence.The two of them took the elevator upstairs and entered his home. The interior was clean and bright, decorated in a simple yet tasteful manner. The faint scent of red and orange aromatherapy temporarily relaxed Annabelle.Before, Annabelle was a little nervous all the way.She wondered if it was a bit reckless for her to come alone to Marvin's house to pick up the cat.But as they climbed up the stairs, Marvin politely and gently conversed with her, making her realize that she had been thinking too negatively about people.If Marvin had an
"Don't bother, you go ahead and do your work, I'll play with the kitten for a while."Marvin nodded and walked towards the workbench.There was a large, long table in the restaurant, which could be considered a multi-functional area. It could be used for dining and also for office work during regular times.Afterwards, Marvin sat at the edge of the long table and worked on his computer.Annabelle sat on the sofa playing with the kitten, and casually looked up to see Marvin working earnestly.She suddenly had a thought, what if Marvin had been as polite and gentle to her in the past as he is now, would she have married Kendrick instead of him?As soon as this thought came up, Annabelle immediately cut it off, as if she heard Kendrick questioning: "What, regret marrying me?"Even though she said she had no regrets, Kendrick would definitely not let her off easily.So I hurriedly averted my gaze from Marvin and started playing with Coco, holding the cat toy stick attentively.Marvin was
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