Julissa felt so embarrassed she wanted to die. She cleared her throat and said, "Umm... I actually don't usually read those things. I just bought it out of curiosity. I usually read these books over here."Julissa smiled awkwardly and pointed at the row of classic novels on the shelf, covered in dust.Scott put the book back and came over to her. He took the panties from her hand and raised an eyebrow."Why did you buy such a large size? Do I look that fat to you?""Oh no, I don't have any experience. I thought... I didn't know..."Scott understood and suddenly smiled. As he left the study, he said, "Food and sex are basic human instincts. It's natural, Assistant Hickman. There's no need to hide it. I understand.""..." Julissa rubbed her forehead and said in a dry voice, "Thanks, Mr. Nichols.""You're welcome."What kind of conversation was this? Julissa was embarrassed to the point of madness.Regardless, Scott went back to his room, and Julissa, after a moment of disarray in the st
Kendrick unfolded the crumpled painting draft and took a look. It was an unfinished painting that seemed to be intended to depict a sea, a very familiar scene.Annabelle sat up, hugged her knees, and looked depressed."I originally wanted to give it to you as a gift, but I messed it up."Kendrick remembered that when they were in Shadelake, he gave Annabelle a necklace and a jewelry box. At that time, Annabelle said she would give him a gift in return, but he needed to wait a while.Some time ago, she went to the calligraphy and painting market and bought some things. He didn't ask in detail. Now, looking at the picture frame piled up by the wall and the paintings in the room, Kendrick understood.Annabelle was going to paint a picture for him with her own hands. She probably didn't want him to enter this room last night because she was afraid that he would see it in advance.However, it seemed that none of the painting drafts visible in the room was intact."Is it still not finished?
Kendrick casually rolled up the cuffs of his shirt twice and then returned to the easel. He carefully took down that painting."What are you doing?" Annabelle asked in surprise.Kendrick turned back and smiled at her. "I'm going to frame the painting."Annabelle really wanted to stop Kendrick because the painting had been cut up by her, and it would look so ugly when framed.Actually, she could paint another one for him. Although she couldn't paint well now, she didn't know when she would pick up the brush next time either.Thinking of her own body, Annabelle fell into melancholy again. She pressed her finger against her pulse.Her pulse was chaotic, and she felt terrible. If it was poisoning, it would be fine as long as the poison was detoxified. But she didn't know what kind of poison it was, nor which organ had been damaged by the poison, so she couldn't prescribe the right medicine.She really wanted to contact the young master. With his excellent medical skills, he must know what
Annabelle shifted her gaze and lightly scolded him, "I didn't! You're mistaken." Kendrick smiled and handed her the warm milk, with the little cat, Coco, eagerly waiting for its milk at his feet. Annabelle took a small saucer and poured a little for Coco. "Can Coco drink milk?" Kendrick asked Annabelle, but Coco meowed, as if to say, "Yes, I can." Annabelle crouched down, rubbed Coco's forehead, placed the saucer on the floor, and said to Kendrick, "Most cats are lactose intolerant, so milk can cause diarrhea, but the milk I bought is lactose-free, so it's fine to give him a little." Afterward, both the large and small ones were drinking milk in the tea room. The small one was soft and cute, while the large one was gentle, and Kendrick's gaze deepened. After Coco finished, it stretched, rubbed against Annabelle's leg, and walked off with small steps. Annabelle, also looking satisfied, licked her lips, feeling that the gloomy mood earlier had dissipated. She was about
Wilson packed up his things and told Annabelle that she was probably just very tired recently and needed to rest more. There was no need to worry too much. For her cold symptoms, he recommended stopping any other nourishing medicines until she recovered. He suggested a balanced diet, mostly light foods, and plenty of warm water to help speed up her metabolism. He would also prepare a herbal soup for her.Wilson's advice was conservative and aligned with what Annabelle expected. She felt less anxious about her condition than she had before.After seeing Wilson off, Kendrick asked him, "What exactly is going on with Annabelle?"He had known Wilson for quite some time, and the repeated reassurance to Annabelle only made Kendrick feel uneasy.Wilson's expression was serious as he replied, "I can't say for sure, but I don't think it's looking too good...""Tell me straight," Kendrick insisted."I suggest we wait for the test results. Modern medicine should be able to pinpoint the cause. I
This decision was made by Annabelle after much thought.Kendrick was good at managing finances and running his company well, so if she wasn’t going to invest in him, who else would she invest in?Oh, right, Annabelle was thinking about investing in the Nichols Group's stocks next, because she was also optimistic about Nichols Chen Yuan.She also wanted to invest in the fashion brand founded by Fabian Mcmahon, but unfortunately, his company wasn’t listed yet.Kendrick chuckled helplessly, “Great choice. It's a good decision.”Investing her own money in her own company made perfect sense.“By the way, Grandpa told me this morning that he wants us to come over for dinner tomorrow. If you’re not feeling well, we don’t have to go.”Annabelle thought to herself, it was Grandpa who invited them, of course, they had to go. Besides, she felt great today and was completely healthy now.“I’m fine. I haven’t visited Grandpa since the New Year, so it’s about time I go.”Kendrick smiled and gently
Kendrick's eyes were filled with admiration and appreciation as he watched Annabelle. She was like a vision, and he couldn’t look away.Annabelle, feeling both shy and exhilarated under his intense gaze, couldn’t help but smile. She lifted the corner of her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she mimicked his tone. "Do you think it looks good?" she asked, her voice teasing.Kendrick cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure. "It's alright," he replied."Just alright?" Annabelle raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing wider. "Then why does Mr. Gregory seem so... affected?"He stepped closer, his voice low and firm. "From now on, you’re only allowed to wear swimsuits when I’m around."Annabelle laughed, her pride evident. "Then you’d better make sure you’re with me every time I swim."Kendrick’s eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of amusement and possessiveness flickering in his gaze.Tsk! This little woman is being very bold today!He reached out to grab her wrist, but Annabell
They fought for air, and just before they were on the verge of suffocating, Annabelle felt every sense in her body become hypersensitive, her dependency on Kendrick growing stronger.When he brought her up for air, her face was flushed, and she gasped, "You're crazy!""Don't like it?" He grinned, his smile mischievous.Annabelle’s face grew even redder. She turned her head, burying her face against the stone table, determined to ignore him.Kendrick, however, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and kissed her neck."Kendrick, you need to control yourself; someone might see us."Annabelle was a little panicked. Despite their previous agreement to refrain from intimacy until her health was clear, she still found it embarrassing to kiss or hug in such an open place.Kendrick chuckled, "So shy? No one is coming. Didn't Grandpa say so...?"Just as his words ended, footsteps approached.Kendrick frowned in annoyance, turning toward the sound, and Annabelle looked as well. Both of
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