Jax paused, sinking into silence for a moment.Annabelle understood that he was feeling uneasy and quietly waited for him to continue.She also reflected on the days she had spent interacting with Jax. She had long realized that Jax was skilled in many areas—he wasn’t just good at fighting, but also at rowing, swimming, fishing, and even repairing boats and doing needlework.Now that she thought about it, he must have learned boat repairs because he was the son of a fisherman, and needlework likely came from taking care of his sister. He must have been a really good brother."Did you learn to fight back then?" she asked softly.Jax nodded. He explained that when he first entered the underground boxing ring, he was a beginner, but the boxing ring’s owner saw potential in him.Before he fought in his first official match, he was given rigorous and intense training, with a salary and a place to stay. Jax had once considered th
"This... the situation back then... I’ll tell you about it later when the opportunity arises. Please believe me, Boss is a good man," Jax said, carefully choosing his words.Annabelle couldn’t help but feel puzzled. Why did Jax emphasize that Kendrick was a good man but still refuse to explain what had happened? Did it mean that when Kendrick had been involved in something bad, he had coincidentally met Jax?She made a mental note to ask Kendrick about it at some point.Just then, Jax raised his head, his eyes still slightly red."Thank you for listening to me," he said.Annabelle shook her head. "No need to thank me. If you ever want to have desserts again, we can come back here. Next time, you can treat me."Jax smiled in relief. "Alright, Madam. As long as Boss doesn’t mind, I’m happy to treat you."In fact, Jax was six years older than her, but he always spoke to her with such respect.Annabelle was
After the earlier incident at the café, where the assassin had cut his finger, he no longer hid his knife in his sleeve. Instead, it was now tucked into his waistband, his right hand ready to pull the knife from his back at any moment.Just as he was preparing to strike, two little children suddenly ran into the store, clearly playing and causing a ruckus. They chased each other around the shoe bench, almost as if they were little guardians protecting Annabelle.Soon, the store attendant returned, followed by Julissa. The parents of the two children also entered, immediately reprimanding their mischievous kids.The man in black missed his chance. He clenched his teeth in frustration and withdrew his hand, quietly turning to leave the store while Annabelle wasn’t paying attention.Because Annabelle had her back to the door, she didn’t notice the odd behavior earlier.The store attendant said, "We only have one pair left in your si
Annabelle and Julissa had shopped in several stores, but they hadn't bought much.It was typical for women to go shopping like this—going around and around, even entering some stores multiple times.The assassin was already sweating bullets. If it weren’t for the knife tucked into his waistband, he would have been tempted to take off his down jacket.And he had never spent so much time following a woman around a shopping mall. He hated shopping in general, and now he was forced to do it while unable to act on his mission. It made him feel incredibly frustrated.The two of them were getting hungry after hours of shopping, so they stopped to drink some bubble tea and snack on oden and takoyaki.The assassin watched them from afar, his stomach growling loudly in response.He clenched his fists in anger, muttering to himself, How much longer is she going to keep shopping?At that moment, he saw a little boy running toward Anna
Annabelle struggled to maintain her balance, stumbling forward a couple of steps before finally leaning against the wall.The man had likely intended to knock her out, but his technique was off, and he hadn't been able to make her lose consciousness. This indicated that he wasn't a professional assassin.He stepped in front of her and suddenly grabbed her by the throat.Annabelle got a clear look at his face.It was an unfamiliar face, pale with delicate features, looking like a frail young man. But his eyes were bloodshot, as if he'd gone nights without sleep, and his swollen eyelids suggested he'd probably been crying recently.The intense pain and hatred reflected in his eyes led Annabelle to conclude that he might not be a professional hitman but definitely someone with a personal vendetta."Who are you... what do you want?" Annabelle managed to choke out, struggling to speak."I was planning to kill you, but since my enemy is you
The thug, clearly realizing he couldn't defeat Marvin, became desperate and turned his murderous intent toward Annabelle.Just as the blade was about to pierce her throat, Marvin stepped in front of her, wrapping his arms around her and shielding her with his back.Annabelle heard the sickening sound of the knife plunging into Marvin's back and the pained grunt he made."Marvin!" she cried out in shock.The thug yanked the knife out quickly, and Annabelle could smell more blood in the air.The thug staggered back a couple of steps, breathing heavily, as though he were frightened. Then, he turned and ran, stumbling off into the distance.Annabelle didn't have time to care about the thug. "Let me see... your injury."She needed to check the wound so she could try to stop the bleeding.Marvin, however, just held her tighter and forced a weak smile. "Anna, you’re worried about me.""... Stop talking," she snapped, clea
Annabelle suddenly woke up with a start. The white ceiling and the strong smell of disinfectant made her realize she was in a hospital.Why had she dreamed such a thing?Could it be that, deep down, she had begun to waver a little toward Marvin?But she quickly dismissed the thought.Of course, she knew that Marvin had been trying to make up for his mistakes at the engagement banquet, hoping to be with her as husband and wife. But the past was the past.She already had Kendrick by her side, and there could never be anything between them again.Once someone's heart is taken by another, even the best of others can only be met with a regretful "thank you, I'm sorry."But where was the person who had taken her heart right now?Looking around the room, it was a private one, and she was the only one there.She rubbed her temples and struggled to sit up, glancing over at the bedside table.It only held her personal belon
Kendrick felt both guilty and heartbroken. He didn’t say much, but went directly to the hospital room.By the time he arrived, Annabelle had already fallen asleep.Kendrick sat at her bedside, staring at her pale face, his heart aching.He gently stroked her face, thinking to himself that this time he hadn’t been by her side. She must have been terrified. Waking up and finding him absent—she must be even more heartbroken now.The thought tightened his chest.He placed the supper he had brought for her on the bedside table and glanced at the things there.Three shopping bags, bloodstains on them. The blood must have been from Marvin.Just the thought that when Annabelle was in danger, he hadn’t been there, while Marvin stepped up instead, left Kendrick feeling frustrated.But then, his gaze fell on the brand of the shopping bags. It was the same brand of shoes Annabelle had wanted to buy.He couldn’t help but smile helple
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