Hearing footsteps behind her, Annabelle instinctively turned her head and saw Marvin standing behind her, only wearing a towel. She couldn't help but exclaim, "What are you doing!"
Like a bucket of cold water being poured over him, Marvin instantly woke up.
Annabelle was not one of those casual women, and his impression of her was not very good either. If he continued to behave frivolously, he would probably never have a chance to win her back in the future.
Looking embarrassed, not knowing what to say, the doorbell rang.
"It might be my mom coming back, I'll go and open the door," Marvin pointed to the entrance.
Walking towards the porch, I berated myself silently, wondering why my mother was so good at choosing the wrong timing!
Why did you come back in such heavy rain?
However, when he opened the door, he saw Kendrick standing outside in a black cloak, with a gloomy expression on his face, and his hair and clothes were slightly wet
Annabelle pursed her lips and ultimately did not respond to Marvin, only lowering her head.She had no doubt that if Kendrick heard her answer "okay" or something similar, he would take immediate action against her."He left."After speaking coldly, Kendrick took off his windbreaker and covered it over her head.Then he stretched out his arm and firmly embraced her in his arms, and the two of them walked into the rain together, heading towards the car.Watching the beloved girl being taken away again by Kendrick, Marvin's face was even gloomier than the rainy day. Besides unwillingness, his heart was filled with nothing but unwillingness.He applied a little force with his fingers and broke the cigarette.From childhood to adulthood, Kendrick was always overshadowed by a huge shadow looming over his head. No matter what he did, he was constantly compared to his older brother. He grew extremely tired of this and became unwilling to ret
Marvin came back from the mountains the day after Annabelle had visited him.When his mother Lydia told him that Annabelle and Kendrick should still be sleeping in separate rooms, he became very excited.After taking the medicine prescribed by Annabelle, he felt clear-headed, energetic, and eager to immediately dive into work.I wished I could have immediately married the divine doctor and fairy Annabelle.He had already accepted his failure. After his father Colten returned from abroad, he immediately explained to his father his desire to return to the company.Colten was surprised, "Is it the result of careful consideration? I don't accept your momentary impulse.""Of course, I had considered it thoroughly! Dad, do I look like I'm joking with you?"In order to have a conversation with his father, Marvin prepared himself in advance. Normally, he would only wear a loose T-shirt and shorts at home, but this time he put on a relatively
Kendrick drove home with a low pressure all the way.It was already 7 o'clock in the evening, and he hadn't eaten yet.He used to come home very late, and Annabelle used to eat very little at night, like a cat. Therefore, even though they have been married for a long time, they didn't have many dinners together.Suddenly, I remembered the scene of Annabelle cooking at Marvin's house that day, and a wave of annoyance swept over me.Did he come home early today? Has she already prepared dinner and waiting for him?Or, if he made a request, would she cook for him?Actually, Annabelle has been helping him make soup during this time. Although it was for treating his headache, he often felt that this caring feeling was just like a normal couple.Thinking like this, Kendrick's frustration in his heart also diminished invisibly, and a hint of warmth overflowed in his heart.However, when he arrived home, there was no one inside, no sig
"Do you remember how Marvin treated you in the past? The Annabelle I know is not someone who lacks principles like this."Kendrick's eyes burned with jealousy, and his tone of voice did not hide it. Annabelle felt a sudden sense of unease."What kind of person I was, you never really knew."She only wanted to quickly break free from his embrace, and spoke without thinking.Kendrick's pupils contracted as he not only didn't let go, but also pressed her against the edge of the dining table. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered:"How do you expect me to understand you then?"His hand had already slid from her cheek to her collarbone, making a circle, and grabbed her dress strap, "Like this?"Kendrick's powder keg had long reached the point of explosion, and Annabelle's final sentence ignited him directly.He only wanted to burn all the fire in him on her, making her completely belong to him, both in heart and body.A
Kendrick didn't pay much attention to the woman, but he also didn't refuse the drink she poured. He tilted his head back and finished it.Alcohol entered the stomach and began to take effect, burning fiercely. Kendrick felt a bit dizzy, but unfortunately, his terrible mood did not ease. The slap Annabelle gave him on the neck seemed to hurt even more.The woman was delighted when she saw that Kendrick did not reject her.However, when she was about to pour the drink for Kendrick, Scott's hand blocked the bottle opening."I had something to discuss with Mr. Gregory."Scott was the type of person who was as cold as ice, silent but capable of freezing someone with just a glance.He realized that this woman was maliciously pouring Kendrick, so he was not polite to her.The woman hesitated for a moment, but she was tactful and awkwardly smiled, "Well, you guys talk, I'll go sit over there for a while."After the woman left, Kendrick
Seamus and Scott were playing dice boredly on the side. As soon as they saw Annabelle coming, they both stood up and greeted her."Sister-in-law, you finally arrived. I said I wanted to send Kendrick back, but he wouldn't let me touch him. He insisted on waiting for you." Seamus said helplessly with a smile.Annabelle's mouth twitched. Mr. Gregory was really quite a handful."Has he fallen asleep already?" Annabelle glanced at Kendrick on the sofa."Cough, maybe."Seamus mumbled in response, actually Kendrick had just been playing dice with the two of them.But as soon as Annabelle arrived, he immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be drunk.Annabelle came and sat down beside him, her tone indifferent, "Kendrick?"No response? Annabelle then patiently tapped his shoulder and said, "Kendrick, wake up, it's time to go home."Kendrick slowly lifted his eyelids, his eyes filled with intoxication."Could you stan
Annabelle stared in horror, "What do you want me to do?""What do you think?" Kendrick smiled ambiguously.In Annabelle's mind, some indescribable images suddenly appeared.I didn't know what expression to make anymore. In her 22 years of life, it was the first time a man had made such a request to her. Although she didn't know exactly what he wanted her to do, it must be related to some kind of physical activity between a man and a woman.This drunkard, he went a bit too far with his antics.But after all, he was a drunkard and couldn't be reasoned with. If he got angry, and if he really forced himself on her, Annabelle felt like she wouldn't be able to escape.So, calming herself down, Annabelle said in a doctor-like tone, "Mr. Gregory, if you really can't hold it in, you can relieve yourself or... find a... woman."Although she had never seen Kendrick bring a woman home, she thought that for someone of his status, it should be quit
"I drank too much and couldn't take a shower. I wanted to take a bath. You wouldn't want me to drown in the bathtub, would you?"Thinking, I really wanted to drown you, you old fox, you scoundrel! Annabelle muttered angrily.Kendrick looked at her with her angry red face, clenched teeth, and narrowed eyes.Wow, she really wanted to drown him?"Drown me, and you are the prime suspect, murdering your own husband and dividing the property. Such scenarios have occurred too many times, and you will be in trouble when that happens.""Kendrick, you've really gone too far!"Annabelle clenched her fist and glared at Kendrick. If looks could kill, Mr. Gregory would have died a thousand times.However, the young master didn't feel anything at all. Instead, he laughed wickedly, taking it as if the young lady was praising him.Kendrick did not consult Annabelle again and instead, he sat up and placed his hand on her shoulder, pointing towar
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