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
Annabelle knew that Kendrick didn’t like hearing about Young Master.But if she kept hiding things from him, like she did last time when she went to meet him without telling him, it would only deepen the tension between them. She didn’t have anything to hide, so she decided to just lay it out there. Of course, if he didn’t want to hear it, that was fine too.Kendrick took her hand, his tone calm. "Go ahead, what’s going on with your Young Master?"His slightly teasing tone didn’t sound particularly upset, which eased Annabelle's worry.So she continued.She explained that last time at the amusement park, when Young Master gave her some medicine again, she felt grateful. He had told her that next month was his birthday, and if she really wanted to thank him, she could join him for a birthday dinner. Young Master rarely asked anything of her. In the past, he had saved her life and taught her medical knowledge, so this sm
Several hours earlier, after Julissa and Annabelle parted ways, Julissa was about to take the subway home when she received a call from her boyfriend, Zane.He wanted to invite her to a midnight movie.It was something Julissa had once told him—she dreamed of watching a late-night movie with the person she loved, then walking home together under the moonlight. Her inner romantic had always longed to do this, but it had never come to fruition. It seemed Zane remembered her words.Since Dr. Carter was free that evening and Julissa had just finished shopping, she was still in the mood for a bit of fun. She immediately agreed.The cinema was in another shopping district, so Julissa decided to take a taxi.As she stood by the roadside trying to hail a cab, all the cars were occupied. Just as she was starting to freeze, a black Maybach pulled up in front of her.The window on the passenger side rolled down, and she saw Scott sitting in the d
Julissa was taken aback by Scott's question. She hadn't expected him to say something like that. Laughing awkwardly, she replied, "Women are more emotional, you wouldn't understand."Her excitement had nothing to do with the date—it was because her period had come. That meant she wasn’t pregnant, and that's why she was so relieved.Scott gave her a faint smile but didn’t comment.How could he not understand?The last time, he had accidentally seen her HCG test result, and it was clear to him that she had been worried about an unplanned pregnancy.Now that her period had arrived, it meant she wasn’t pregnant. That sense of relief explained her happiness.He had thought about what would have happened if they really had a child that night. Of course, he would want to keep it. He had even considered which room in the house would become the baby’s nursery.The only concern was whether Julissa could accept the
Julissa was momentarily stunned under Scott’s intense gaze.In her mind, Scott and she came from completely different worlds, people who would never cross paths. The fact that they had a superior-subordinate relationship was already a strange thing in itself.Scott liking her? That was impossible.She cursed her own romantic thoughts, quickly straightened her reasoning, and said seriously, “Yes, I understand. Mr. Nichols is a considerate leader who cares for his employees. So when you noticed I wasn’t feeling well, you personally made sure I got home safely. You’re truly the best boss I’ve ever had.”After saying that, she flashed him a grateful smile.But for some reason, she felt like Scott’s face darkened. It looked almost frightening, as though he was in a really bad mood.Could it be… that she had flattered him too much?Scott suddenly curled his lips into a slight smile and replie
Julissa was instantly petrified.Any man with normal thinking would surely misunderstand if he saw his girlfriend’s male superior at her place, taking care of her period cramps, right?Mr. Nichols really had no tact…Just as she was feeling extremely anxious, the doorbell rang.Julissa froze with a jolt. The doctor was here so quickly!It had only been ten minutes since he sent the message.Julissa quickly sat up, grabbed Scott's hand without a second thought, and rushed to her bedroom.She only had one thought in her mind—hide Scott first.This Mr. Nichols was clueless, self-centered, and sharp-tongued. If he met Doctor Carter, there was no way things would go well.She shoved Scott into the bedroom and said, "Mr. Nichols, please bear with it for a moment. Don't come out, okay? Please!"Scott remained expressionless, pressing his lips together."We're just colleagues. There's nothing sha
At that moment, the elevator arrived, and Zane stepped inside. "You should go back, it's cold in the hallway."He never looked at her once as the elevator doors closed.The cold wind from the hallway blew in, causing Julissa to shiver. She tightened her clothes and walked back home, still in a daze.She glanced once more at the cup of brown sugar water in the kitchen and frowned. There, on the counter, was a men's wristwatch!It was Scott's watch. Did he intentionally leave it there?Whether he meant to or not, Zane must have seen the watch and guessed that there was another man in her house.All of this was because of him, and now it had caused a misunderstanding between her and Doctor Carter.Doctor Carter must now think she was a huge flirt.Fuming, Julissa stormed into her bedroom, only to find Scott lying on her bed, seemingly asleep.Looking at the man on her bed, she inwardly complained. Even when asleep, he still
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