Kendrick furrowed his brows and fell silent for a moment before replying, “Emilia was a girl I met during a difficult period in my life. We were never in a relationship, and I have no intention of breaking up with Annabelle.”As for the rest, Kendrick didn’t think it was necessary to explain further to his grandfather.“Alright. As long as you know your limits. My stance is simple—we men must be responsible. I admire Annabelle. If you ever think of doing anything foolish, I’ll be the first to break your legs.”“…"Kendrick almost wanted Annabelle to hear those words. Maybe it would make her feel more secure.After leaving his grandfather’s suite, Kendrick returned to his own room. Annabelle was curled up, looking cold. He climbed into bed and pulled her into his arms.He wasn’t sure if Lisa had mentioned Emilia to Annabelle, but no matter what, Kendrick was wondering if he should tell Annabelle about Emilia.Meanwhile, in another suite, Marvin spent a sleepless night. After rescuing An
“Mom, can we not bring that up again?”Talking about the night he got Annabelle drunk gave Marvin a headache. He regretted his moment of impulsiveness, which had completely wiped out all the goodwill he had painstakingly built with her.But Lydia insisted. She earnestly explained to her son that for women—especially conservative ones like Annabelle—once they had shared intimacy with a man, their perception of him would never be the same. Physical closeness created emotional ties, making it impossible for her to see him as just a friend again.And if he left behind some evidence, Annabelle would have no choice but to listen to him.The first time was always the hardest, but after that, things would naturally fall into place. The more time they spent together in such an intimate manner, the stronger their bond would become—so much so that even if she wanted to leave him, she wouldn’t be able to.And once her relationship with Kendrick fell apart, wouldn’t that mean she was his for the ta
The next morning, Annabelle woke up feeling sore all over. It was a struggle just to move her fingers, and her legs felt like jelly. This was partly due to falling into the water last night and, of course, partly due to the person responsible for it.She opened her eyes, turned her head, and shot a glare at the man lying next to her. But when she looked at him, her irritation softened. He’d seemed genuinely concerned last night, hadn’t he?She remembered the complicated look in his eyes when he carried her back to the room. He seemed both frustrated and self-blaming for not saving her in time. He always treated her like she was a child, constantly looking after her.Annabelle bit her lip, reaching out to gently touch his eyebrow bone. She had to admit—this guy was handsome, really handsome. He took after both his parents' best traits.But then she started getting irritated again. Being this handsome was a curse! He’d be attracting all sorts of attention!Just as she was lost in her tho
Annabelle thought to herself, *I've already given myself to you, and you're still asking me this question? You're really getting a bargain and still acting coy.* In the past, she had thought she shouldn't accept these red envelopes as a fake daughter-in-law, and she planned to return them all when they divorced. But after being so intimate with Kendrick, she had unknowingly accepted the role of the Gregory family's young mistress. Her mindset changed, and for issues that weren't major, she no longer cared too much. For example, the New Year red envelopes… "You did say that what’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine," Annabelle said with a smile. "Ugh—why didn’t I notice you’re such a little money grabber?" "I’m just curious," she replied. She still hadn’t told him that she really wanted to buy a little wooden box to store her favorite jewelry in. She was afraid that if she told him, he'd just buy it for her—after all, that amount of money meant nothing to him. But Annab
Annabelle fell into deep thought. While she hadn't learned music to please others, under the circumstances, she decided to bend a little for the big red envelope. "Well, when we get home today, how about I play you a song?" Kendrick curved his lips, lifting her chin, and said with a mischievous smile, "It better sound good." "Of course." Annabelle thought to herself, *Even though my physical skills are practically nonexistent, I can still play the piano!*Last time, when she played a piece for Kendrick during the school anniversary, his reaction showed that it was pretty good. Besides, she had plenty of pieces she was good at, so this wouldn’t be hard for her. Thinking that, she found herself looking forward to getting home sooner. However, Kendrick said they had to wait until after lunch on New Year's Day to head back, so Annabelle spent the morning with Trey in the little garden, trimming the plants as a way of ushering in the new year. Annabelle had never trimmed such
Hmm? She has no intention of compensation at all. This guy is just looking for reasons to tease her...Annabelle muttered to herself, giving him a glare, whispering, "Did you grow four kidneys or something?"Kendrick chuckled softly. "If you really think that way, Annabelle, you might just turn into a bad girl.""..."Annabelle inwardly sighed in exasperation. Why is she always being teased, no matter the situation?Just when she thought most of the guests had arrived and were chatting in the living room, Annabelle planned to sneak back to her room. But just as she was about to enter the elevator, a middle-aged woman, whose exact relation to the family was unclear, grabbed her wrist."Annabelle, come, come, don't go yet! Let me tell your fortune! The first fortune of the new year is always the most accurate."As she spoke, she tried to pull Annabelle towards the sitting room.This enthusiastic woman, plump and dressed in a purple dress, with her hair elegantly styled and heavy makeup,
How strange—she was clearly just a harmless little rabbit, yet it seemed like everyone was trying to trip her up.But Annabelle couldn’t just leave in a huff, especially now that she held the title of "Mrs. Gregory." She decided to let them look—after all, she was curious to see if the fortune the old Taoist had predicted all those years ago would actually be true.So, with Aunt Emma’s guidance, Annabelle sat down, took the coins she was handed, and tossed them six times.Aunt Emma watched intently, and after the sixth toss, she paused for a moment before saying with a serious expression, "Annabelle, your fate is very unique, quite rare."Annabelle thought to herself, "A 'Heaven's Doom Star' is unique and rare, right?"Just then, Lydia, Marvin's mother, walked into the room from a nearby sitting area, just in time to hear Aunt Emma telling Annabelle's fortune.Lydia was quite into fortune-telling herself, and she wanted to know what kind of fate the girl her son had chosen had. If her
Annabelle was still wondering how to explain their flash marriage. Technically speaking, she was the one who proposed the deal—she’d help Kendrick treat his migraines, and in exchange, they got engaged. But later, when they went to get the marriage certificate and ended up turning fake into real, that wasn’t her scheming. That was all Kendrick’s little tricks. Just as Annabelle was feeling a bit awkward, Kendrick walked in with a smile and said, “I fell in love with Annabelle at first sight. I was the one who proposed.” He had just finished chatting with a few uncles when he overheard the lively discussion on this side of the room. Glancing over, he saw his little bunny sitting inside. He was puzzled about why she hadn’t gone back to their room, but then he heard Aunt Emma talking about Annabelle’s destiny and instantly understood the situation. She had probably been dragged into this by Aunt Emma, who had a particular hobby—fortune-telling. Gregoryessing that his little bun
The car’s interior wasn’t small, but for someone as tall and broad as Kendrick, it still felt a little cramped.The only comfortable way was for him to sit on the seat while letting Anna sit on his lap.After another round of intense kissing, both were panting heavily. Kendrick’s hand slid to her waist and moved toward the button of her jeans.Annabelle instantly understood his intention.“Not here…” she pushed against his chest firmly.This was an underground parking lot. Although it was nearly empty at this hour, Annabelle was too shy and timid about such things—there was no way she’d dare do anything here.Kendrick gently caressed the back of her neck, as if trying to ease her wariness. “You don’t want to try it in the car?”Annabelle blushed deeper. “No. What if someone sees us…”Technically, it was just the two of them in the car, and the outside was silent. Still, being curled up in the backseat like this made her instinctively whisper.The big boss's eyes darkened. “You sure?”
Kendrick headed straight to the underground parking lot, met with Jax, and handed over Anna’s car keys.Jax was there to take Anna’s car to have the spare tire replaced with a new one. He popped the hood to check the engine, then inspected the exhaust and the other three tires.“Boss, nothing stands out. You think this accident was man-made?”“Better to be cautious.”A sudden flat on a smooth road with a perfectly fine tire—too suspicious to ignore.If it *was* man-made, Kendrick’s first suspect would be Ryan. But Ryan was also the least likely person to actually hurt Anna.Still, it could be like what happened last time in North City—when Ryan had someone spike his breakfast. It wasn't intended to harm Anna, but maybe a subordinate made a mistake or took action on their own. She almost ended up poisoned.This time might be something similar.And since the car had been parked in an open lot while Anna was away in North City, it wouldn't have been hard for someone to tamper with it.
Forty minutes later, the car smoothly entered the the Murphy Group's underground parking lot.Annabelle thought Kendrick would drive her car and leave right away, but instead, he turned off the engine and got out with her."Aren't you going to your business meeting?""My wife's more important."Annabelle glanced at him amused. "I'm already here. What else could happen?"Besides, Uncle Simon and Gauge were both around—they’d look after her.Kendrick simply smiled and said nothing.Since he insisted on coming along, Annabelle didn’t stop him. After all, it was his own work being delayed. Kendrick wasn’t the type to lack ambition—she doubted he wasn’t anxious about it.They entered the elevator together.As it rose, Annabelle grew more uneasy.Because of her, the entire team’s schedule had been delayed, especially the photographer’s itinerary. Her colleagues were likely displeased with her—some might even think she was pulling a diva stunt.She couldn’t help but glare at Kendrick again—t
Annabelle bit her lip and glared at him. “So can you change the tire now?”Kendrick sighed. “But you're still mad at me.”Annabelle tried to suppress the fire in her chest—but she failed.“Kendrick, if you don’t help, neither of us can go back. You’ll miss your contract meeting too. It’s not just my schedule being messed up—it’s yours too.”Kendrick chuckled. “It’s fine. I’m the client anyway. Being late isn’t a big deal.”Annabelle nearly coughed up blood. How could someone be so shameless?!Unwilling to argue with him anymore, she marched to the back of the car and popped open the trunk.If he wouldn't help, she’d change it herself!Worst case, she’d follow the instructions step by step. She didn’t believe she couldn’t manage without Kendrick.But after a few minutes, she’d made barely any progress.The instructions were clear enough, but trying to figure it out while fumbling around meant it might take her two hours at this pace.During those few minutes, Kendrick stood on the road
Annabelle found her little white car in the outdoor parking lot.The moment she sat down, Kendrick opened the passenger door and got in too.Annabelle frowned. “Kendrick, don’t you have your own car?”Kendrick cleared his throat. “Jax drove off with it. Jaime’s car is full.”“Then get a cab. I’m going to the Murphy Group, and it’s not on your way.”Kendrick sighed. “I was wrong before. I’m apologizing. Are you really planning to ignore me for the rest of your life?”Annabelle looked at him for two seconds. Alright, this guy is being shameless again. There’s no reasoning with him. Fine, she wouldn’t speak to him at all.She started the car.Kendrick fastened his seatbelt and gently reminded her, “Babe, seatbelt.”“...”Annabelle took a deep breath, stomped the brake, fastened her belt, and then stepped hard on the gas, speeding angrily out of the lot.Why was she so mad? Because this old fox had gone too far this time. She had to set some rules with him, or he’d just keep acting howeve
Julissa practically jumped up in relief, quickly getting dressed.The two of them left the sports hall together. As she walked behind Scott, Julissa reflected on her life choices. Why couldn’t she learn to keep her mouth shut? If she weren’t so quick to speak, she wouldn’t end up getting “bullied” by him every time.She suddenly understood why Anna had decided to take self-defense classes. Honestly, it was a necessity—especially when living with such a predatory alpha CEO. One wrong move and you’re flattened like a pancake. Totally defenseless.Yeah, maybe it was time to team up with Anna and sign up for taekwondo or kickboxing classes.Grumbling to herself, Julissa followed Scott into the first-floor restaurant, where they picked a quiet corner to sit.Her stomach had been growling for a while, but when faced with the menu, she froze—everything looked so good, she couldn't decide.She looked helplessly up at Scott.He chuckled. “Want me to choose for you?”She nodded seriously. She l
Scott chuckled and couldn't help but pull her onto his lap. “Aren’t you shy, hmm?”As he spoke, he ruffled her hair.Julissa pouted and smoothed her hair, clearly displeased. “You’re the one who asked, why mess up my hair?”Looking into her eyes, Scott’s gaze softened. “Because you’re adorable.”Julissa pressed her lips together but couldn’t hide her smile. She finally laughed out loud, genuinely happy.Then, Scott asked curiously, “If I had actually gone on a blind date with another woman today behind your back, what would you have done?”Julissa blinked, then raised her fingers in a scissor gesture, eyes sharp with mock fury. “Snip you.”“…You’d really go that far?”“You won’t even sleep with me anymore, what’s left for me to be sentimental about?”Scott rubbed his forehead with a laugh. “Didn’t expect such a feisty little thing.”“Hmph! So you better watch out, Mr. Nichols. When women get ruthless, they don’t care about consequences!”Scott didn’t say anything, but his hand slipped
About ten minutes later, Julissa was weak as a kitten, feeling like her soul had left her body.Scott had no intention of letting her off easy—he only gave her a short breather."Now tell me, how did you sneak in?" he asked.Julissa answered in a broken, breathless voice, "Isn't it because you're so ruthless? Charging five million for a membership card! I just happened to run into Liam, so I asked him to bring me in..."The moment she mentioned Liam's name, Scott bit her lip hard, making her gasp in pain.She knew he hated hearing that name—jealous of her past with Liam."But you were the one who asked...""Next time something happens, come to me," his voice was hoarse but firm.Julissa buried her flushed face in his chest and nodded obediently.The lights in the venue finally came back on.Scott, shirtless, sat lazily on the sofa smoking a cigarette.Julissa draped in his suit jacket, picked up a bowling ball and tossed it down the lane with an elegant stance—only for it to roll stra
As Scott hoisted her over his shoulder, Julissa pounded on his back, yelping and flailing like a startled kitten as they passed a seething Heather in the hallway.Heather stood frozen, jaw clenched so tightly her face twitched. She stomped hard on the marble floor, but even that wasn’t enough. With a guttural growl, she ripped a decorative painting off the wall and smashed it against the ground.A passing male staff member rushed over in alarm. “Miss, please calm—”Before he could finish, Heather slapped him across the face with a resounding smack.“Get lost!” she barked, her eyes bloodshot.The staff member clutched his cheek, stunned and humiliated. “Ma’am, you can’t just—”Just then, three men in black suits briskly approached.“Young Lady,” one of them said respectfully, “we’re here to escort you home.”Heather exhaled sharply, adjusted her outfit, and marched forward. Two of the men flanked her like a high-security VIP. The third paused, walked over to the staff member, patted hi