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
Kendrick's pupils contracted slightly. After a brief silence, he spoke coldly, "No matter what you know about Emilia, it won’t threaten me. Don’t think that just because you know about her, you can ruin my relationship with Annabelle."He paused for a moment, stood up, and added, "After all, you’ve already lost your place."Without glancing at Marvin, he turned and walked out of the room.He hadn’t expected Marvin to know about Emilia, but there was nothing for him to be afraid of. After all, he had planned to let Annabelle meet Emilia at some point anyway.Kendrick returned to Annabelle’s room, finding her still asleep. He took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack.Sitting down beside her bed, he was about to check if the supper he’d brought was still warm when he noticed a small detail that made him raise an eyebrow.When he had placed the food earlier, the direction of the box wasn’t like this. It had obviously been moved.T
The little woman nodded against his shoulder."Are you mad at me?"She didn’t answer, just remained in that position.Kendrick patiently explained, "The reason I didn’t come to see you right away was because I had to deal with the assailant. The situation was complicated and required me to step in. I called the hospital and they said you were fine, just resting, so I went to the police station first."As she listened to his explanation, Annabelle’s lips slowly curled into a smile.Kendrick couldn’t see her expression, but he could feel the subtle shift in her mood, even though she remained silent."In fact, when I first heard you were in the hospital, I almost panicked. My heart was definitely racing at 280 beats per minute."As he continued talking, his words turned a bit more playful, and Annabelle couldn’t help but hit him lightly on the shoulder, wanting to pull away from him.But just as she t
Annabelle tilted her head slightly and said firmly, "I don't think you would lie to me."Kendrick smiled. "Why do you think that?"He picked out the shrimp wontons from his bowl, as the pink shrimp was easy to spot, and he knew she liked that flavor.Annabelle looked at the wonton he handed over, then returned a different one of another flavor."Stop giving them to me. Didn’t you skip lunch?" she said."I was just worried you’d say I don’t care about you," he teased her playfully.Annabelle pursed her lips, feeling a little embarrassed for having acted childishly earlier, her cheeks turning a bit pink."Who told you to take so long to come see me…" she mumbled.Kendrick chuckled and gave her another wonton. "You still haven’t answered me. Why do you think I wouldn’t lie to you?""Because you treat your bodyguards and assistants so well, how could you be heartless to the veterans of th
Annabelle let out a small "Eh?" with a hint of panic.Before Kendrick arrived, she had dreamt that she was engaged to Marvin. In the dream, he was tall and handsome, and when they danced together, his gaze was tender. For a brief moment, she felt a tiny flutter of affection, thinking that maybe her fiancé wasn't so bad after all.Of course, it was all just a fleeting moment.Because soon, the "old fox" Kendrick showed up, questioning her: "I’ve risked my life to save you, so why are you giving yourself to Marvin?"That single line shattered her illusion and woke her up immediately."You’re even monitoring what dreams I have now?" she asked, trying to understand how he knew about it.Kendrick furrowed his brow, then pulled her waist toward him, hugging her tightly."You dreamed about that guy again?" He glared at her, his tone laced with danger.Annabelle flinched a little."But I dreamt of you too," sh
Kendrick’s deep, low, and teasing voice rang in Annabelle’s ears.She suddenly lifted her head from the old fox’s arms. “It’s only been two days! How is that ‘a few days’?”“It feels like a few days.”“Didn’t we agree—no more than twice a week?”Annabelle tried to reason with him, but Kendrick wasn’t having it.He lifted her chin and kissed her lips, casually shedding his tailored jacket that was now just in the way.As she saw him begin to undo the buttons of his shirt, clearly ready to go further right there in the gym—Annabelle quickly pushed him away. “I need to shower first. I was stretching just now, and I got all sweaty.”That answer… was basically a silent green light for the old fox.Naturally, he was very understanding. With a smile, he said, “Perfect. I need a shower too.”Before she could react, he had scooped her up into his arms and carried her straight toward the en suite bathroom in their master bedroom.Once there, Kendrick gently set her down and, ever the gentl
Annabelle turned around and looked at Kendrick, patting her chest.“You move so quietly! You scared me half to death.”Kendrick kissed the back of her neck and looked at her soft profile.“What were you thinking about? So focused.”“Nothing really… I was just thinking about what I should say when the reporters ask questions at the launch event.”He hadn’t expected that to be on her mind. After a moment’s thought, Kendrick said,“If you don’t want to do the interview, I can talk to Uncle Simon. He can skip the reporter Q&A part, or at least have them submit their questions in advance so you know what to expect.”Annabelle turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest.Seeing her like this, Kendrick chuckled.“Just that was enough to move you?”Curled up in his arms, her muffled voice came out,“Kendrick, aren’t you spoiling me a bit too much?”Kendrick gently stroked her back.“No way. I’m still not doing nearly enough.”He wasn’t just being h
Only after seeing the news did Annabelle realize that, in less than a day, she had somehow become the center of attention.It wasn’t like anything serious had happened—it was just a compilation of her training bloopers. From wobbling in high heels and twisting her ankle, to being scolded by her teacher for stiff movements and poor coordination.As lighthearted content, it might’ve just drawn a few laughs. But clearly, someone with bad intentions was trying to stir the pot.The person who uploaded the video mocked her:“This is the new brand ambassador for the the Murphy Group? Are their standards this low now?”The comment section was full of sarcasm too—“I could walk better than that.”“She’s only got the gig because she’s Kendrick’s wife. Just here to cash in.”“Pretty face, but she’s just a vase.”Annabelle was torn between laughing and rolling her eyes. Her only real reaction? Ridiculous.Seriously, did these people not think things through?If her husband was Kendrick, and he di
Julissa took two deep breaths, trying to cool her overheated brain.Since Scott wasn’t coming home tonight, why not ask Anna out for dinner?It had been a while since the two of them properly hung out, and now Anna was dealing with all that online hate. No matter how well Kendrick handled things, she must still be feeling pretty awful inside.A dinner date, some heart-to-heart chatting—maybe it could lift her spirits a little?So, Julissa sent Annabelle a message, asking if she had time for dinner that evening.…At that moment, Annabelle was still training in the posture studio, completely unaware that she’d gone viral online.She did notice, however, that Ms. Maria was unusually gentle with her today—less criticism, more encouragement.She was a bit confused.Since when did Ms. Maria turn soft?Maybe it’s because the showcase is coming up and she doesn’t want to stress me out too much?She didn’t overthink it. Whatever the reason, she stuck to her training routine, completely tuned
Julissa quickly finished reading the news.Once she understood the full context, she was furious. Fuming, she pounded the bed in frustration and immediately tried calling Anna.No answer.Was she in training?Five minutes later, she tried again. Still no response.A trace of worry began to creep in.Even though she believed Anna wouldn’t be too bothered by public opinion, cyberbullying was no joke. Online attacks were one thing—but sometimes they spilled into real life, and that’s what scared her the most.The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.She wanted to reach out to Kendrick to check on Anna, but… she didn’t have his contact information.With no other choice, she called Scott instead.She knew his schedule—at this time, he was likely in the middle of a meeting with a major client.But she couldn’t care less. Making sure Anna was okay came first.Thankfully, Scott answered quickly.On the other end of the line, his magnetic voice came through: “Hello?”“Mr. Nicho
That night, that man had also been drinking.The faint smell of alcohol on his lips—so similar to what she’d just felt from Scott—not unpleasant at all.That man seemed to have the same broad shoulders… the same firm waist and toned abs… and the same fiery passion.And back then, she… had been surprisingly forward.Julissa quickly forced herself to stop thinking.How could she be thinking about another man while lying in Scott’s arms?That’s basically emotional cheating!She shook the thoughts away, refusing to let her mind wander anymore.Once everything was over, Julissa was completely drained. Curled up in Scott’s arms, she quickly drifted into a deep sleep.But even in her dreams that night—she saw him again.The man from that night.And this time… she seemed to recall more of the details.Almost like her memory had come back.But no matter how vivid the dream was, she still never saw his face.Perhaps deep down, she didn’t want to remember the face of a stranger.The next morning
The last few words he said—were barely even spoken. Just a whisper of breath against her ear.Julissa’s ears turned instantly red. Even for someone as cheerful and unrestrained as her, she couldn’t help but cover her face in embarrassment, completely speechless.Scott pressed a kiss to her warm ear, his voice teasing, “Are you full?”“…”Julissa looked at him in disbelief. Wasn’t he just… before dinner?!And now, again?She was finally realizing—once an abstinent man breaks the seal… he becomes dangerously insatiable.“I’m full. But I need time to digest!” she said with firm resolve.Scott pursed his lips. “How long do you need?”“At least two hours.”He frowned slightly, clearly thinking that was too long, but didn’t argue. He simply nodded. “Alright. I’ll wait.”“You really are that… desperate, Mr. Nichols?”He said evenly, “You’ve read those novels, haven’t you? Once you’ve had a taste…”Julissa groaned and buried her face in her hands.At this point, she couldn’t even have a norma
Scott raised an eyebrow. “So, being liked by Miss Hickman is the greatest blessing of my life, huh?”“Of course. I have very high standards,” Julissa said with a cheeky smile.He laughed—genuinely amused. In front of him, she was the only girl bold enough to be this confident… borderline shameless, even. But somehow, it suited her.After a moment, Julissa brought up something that had been lingering in her mind.She confessed her thoughts about what Scott’s mother had said earlier. That “let’s talk properly another day” didn’t sound like a sign of acceptance—if anything, it felt like a polite rejection. She couldn’t help but wonder… Was it because of how messy she looked today?But no, it didn’t seem that simple.Scott took a sip of red wine and replied calmly,“No matter what my mom meant, it won’t change anything between us. So stop worrying about it.”His tone was serious, even a little stern. Julissa could sense that he wasn’t pleased.He seemed… angry at his mom.As the saying go
Scott wrapped his arm around Julissa’s waist, pulling her into his embrace.“You’re not marrying my mom, you’re marrying me. Isn’t it enough that I like you?”“Well, yes, but still…”If they were truly going to be a family, then his mother’s attitude did matter quite a bit.“Alright, let’s eat first. Don’t overthink it.”As he spoke, Scott suddenly scooped her up into his arms.Startled, Julissa cried out, “Mr. Nichols, what are you doing?”“I’ve been meaning to say—walking barefoot on marble floors, doesn’t that feel cold?”She hadn’t expected him to notice such little details. A warm feeling rose in her chest, washing away all the awkward emotions from before. She wrapped her arms around his neck with a smile.“You’re actually… kinda sweet for a cold CEO.”“Miss Hickman is just finding that out now?”He carried her over to the dining table, where she obediently sat down and waited for dinner.Scott plated the steak—perfectly seared and paired with fresh vegetables, finished off with