“I got it.”Scott took the capsule toy from her hands and gave it a slight twist. The transparent shell popped open, and he took out the tiny cartoon figure inside.As Julissa reached out to take it, her fingers brushed against his palm.Scott didn’t let go. Instead, he clasped her hand—along with the tiny figure—firmly in his palm.“Did you miss me?”His sudden question nearly made Julissa’s heart leap out of her chest.For someone usually so outspoken and straightforward, she was suddenly at a loss for words. Her face flushed as she lowered her gaze and gave a small nod.She had thought about him almost every day. The less he reached out, the more her longing for him grew uncontrollably.Lately, she had even started checking Tokyo’s weather forecast—because she had heard that after circling around on business trips, he had returned there.She wanted to know what he was doing on the other side of the sea.Who he was meeting.What he was eating.Whether he ever thought of her.Since h
Inside the hospital room, two people sat holding hands, chatting away.The little patient, who had woken up complaining of a headache and hunger, now showed no signs of discomfort. Her face, once pale, was now glowing with a healthy flush.Outside the room, Annabelle stood holding a bag of jelly oranges and a box of strawberries. Through the window, she watched the scene and couldn't help but smile.This was how it should be. If Scott had delayed any longer, her dear Julissa might have really decided not to play with him anymore.She had arrived at the hospital a while ago. Liam had come out, greeted her, and mentioned that Mr. Nichols was inside. Annabelle chose not to enter, opting instead to quietly observe from outside the window.She couldn't hear their conversation, but she could see everything.When she saw Scott's suitcase full of snacks and toys, she nearly burst out laughing.Since the two seemed engrossed in their endless conversation, Annabelle decided not to interrupt the
"Didn't you just have your fill this morning?" Annabelle accused."What if I still haven't had enough?" Kendrick grinned as he switched off the bedside lamp.But neither of them expected that after this night, a separation would await them.Two days later, Annabelle went to the mountains with Uncle Trey.Uncle Trey was driving Annabelle's car while she sat in the passenger seat. The atmosphere was light and cheerful as they chatted along the way.When Annabelle learned that Uncle Trey enjoyed listening to traditional ballads, she mentioned that although she couldn't sing, she could play the music quite well and knew some of the classic tunes. She offered to play for him next time she visited the family estate.Uncle Trey was delighted and agreed enthusiastically. He said he rarely had the chance to listen to live music because of his busy schedule at the Gregory family. The thought of Annabelle playing while he sang excited him, and they even planned a future duet.Their conversation
Annabelle's heart sank. It seemed they had encountered robbers, though she hadn't expected such audacity in broad daylight.She exchanged a glance with Uncle Trey, who said calmly, "Don't panic. If they're just after money, we have nothing to fear."Annabelle nodded, slowing down the car and coming to a halt a short distance from the barricade.Seven or eight men swaggered toward them. Leading the group was a buzz-cut man spinning a knife in his hand, seemingly their leader. The others wielded long metal rods.The men quickly surrounded Annabelle's car. The buzz-cut man rapped on the window and gestured for her to get out."Step out for a chat, beautiful," he sneered.Uncle Trey immediately warned, "Don't listen to him."Annabelle had no intention of complying. Getting out would put her at a severe disadvantage. Instead, she lowered the window just enough to hear what they wanted."Not getting out? Fine!" The buzz-cut man signaled one of his men, who lifted his metal rod and slammed i
Annabelle nodded. "Uncle Trey, be careful.""Don't worry," Uncle Trey replied calmly, stepping out of the car.Though Annabelle trusted his experience in handling emergencies, her heart remained tightly clenched. The men outside were young and numerous, while Uncle Trey was older and alone. If things turned violent, the odds were against him.As soon as Uncle Trey exited the vehicle, Annabelle quickly grabbed her phone to call Kendrick.But before she could dial, a pained cry echoed through the air. Startled, her hands trembled, nearly dropping the phone.She looked through the rearview mirror and saw Uncle Trey on one knee, clutching his leg. One of the thugs had struck him with an iron rod.Fear gripped her chest, but she forced herself to stay calm. Gritting her teeth, she completed the call.The line connected."Back already?" Kendrick's reassuring voice came through, but this time it did nothing to ease her panic.No matter how capable Kendrick was, he couldn't fly to her side in
Annabelle's mind raced as she quickly calculated her options. She needed to think fast and find a way out of this dangerous situation. She took a deep breath to steady herself and then spoke firmly, "If you hurt me today, you'll be in prison by tomorrow. And guess what? You'll end up just like your brother, with your balls smashed. Kendrick won't spare a single one of you. Is it really worth dragging so many people down just for revenge?"The buzz-cut man scoffed, his lips twitching as if he were suppressing something, then burst into laughter. His lackeys followed suit, cackling like a pack of unruly hyenas.She knew she had struck a nerve. The laughter was just a cover for his unease.They weren't oblivious to the danger of crossing someone like Kendrick. They had likely acted on impulse, blinded by their thirst for revenge. Annabelle could see the hesitation in their eyes, the uncertainty that came from knowing they were treading on dangerous ground.One thing Annabelle couldn't fig
Annabelle had been waiting for the perfect moment, and it finally arrived in the second half of the race. The car ahead of her, a powerful GT-R, mishandled a sharp curve. The driver, overconfident in his vehicle's speed, was forced to slam on the brakes to avoid careening off the mountain. Annabelle knew this curve intimately; she had driven it countless times and knew every nuance of the road.Timing her move perfectly, Annabelle slammed on the brakes, twisted the steering wheel sharply, and executed a flawless drift around the bend. Her car, a sturdy but unassuming sedan, handled the maneuver with surprising agility. As she completed the drift, she overtook the GT-R, leaving its driver in her dust.She exhaled in relief, patting the steering wheel as though thanking her trusty little sedan for holding up under such intense pressure. Such a drift was taxing on any car, especially one not designed for racing. Yet her car’s tires held firm, and it remained intact, a testament to its du
Annabelle glanced behind her. The dark valley below loomed like a bottomless abyss.With her decision to jump made, she took a deep breath, her heart growing unexpectedly calm.Life was fleeting, and though there were many things she wasn’t ready to let go of, she understood that every meeting would eventually end — whether by separation or death.She had tasted the bitterness and sweetness of life. And in the last few months, she had experienced warmth and joy with Kendrick — a happiness she never knew before.Thinking of that, she felt a strange sense of peace. If this was where it all ended, then she would simply part ways with him a little earlier than expected.But just as she braced herself to leap, her gaze caught a flicker of light far down the winding mountain road. Headlights.A car was coming.Could it be Kendrick?Hope rekindled in Annabelle’s heart. She couldn't give up. Not yet."Don't come any closer!" she warned the buzz-cut man. "If you do, I'll jump!"He burst into l
Agatha’s face turned deathly pale. “Dereon, I didn’t!”Sid let out a cold snort. “At first, when we didn’t see Annabelle, you tried to seduce Kendrick directly. You wanted to sleep with him, then turn around and cling to him as his mistress, living a worry-free life, didn’t you?”Agatha shook her head in panic, glancing between Sid and Dereon. “No, I didn’t. That’s not true.”She anxiously grabbed Dereon’s arm. “Dereon, don’t listen to his nonsense. I was just thinking, if I could seduce Kendrick and sleep with him first, then when he dies, it would solidify the story that he forced himself on a waitress!”“If it were that easy, why would we wait until today to act?” Dereon stepped closer to her. “That Kendrick, like the young master, has long been bewitched by Annabelle and doesn’t even glance at other women. That’s why I arranged for you to hide in the room and fake the scene after he died.”Just mentioning Annabelle ignited a fire in Dereon’s chest.What Kendrick thought of Annabel
Annabelle walked out of the bedroom and came over to the dining table, standing in front of Kendrick.Kendrick was cutting into a plate of German sausage and hadn’t started eating yet. He looked up at her and smiled, “Why are you back again? Don’t want me to eat?”Caught red-handed, Annabelle felt a little embarrassed.Still, she reached out, took his hand, and set down the knife. “How about… you lie down with me for a bit first, and then I’ll eat with you?”Kendrick looked at her, amusement flickering in his eyes.His gaze made her face flush with heat, and even her breathing grew unsteady.“Anna, if you want the ox to work, you have to feed it first.”Her cheeks turned even redder. “That’s not what I meant…”Laughing, Kendrick pulled her into his arms, settling her on his lap. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he said, “After sleeping in the same bed for so many days, if I still can’t tell what you want, wouldn’t that be a waste of all that sleep?”He whispered the last part again
Kendrick sighed against her shoulder, clearly reluctant, but still got out of bed, buttoned up his shirt, and went to open the door.Annabelle followed him out, intending to grab a glass of water.As the door opened, she glanced over—turns out it really was room service.A male staff member was pushing a food cart, and a female staff member stood in front of it, holding a dry-cleaned suit in her arms.“Mr. Gregory, sorry to disturb you. This is the breakfast you ordered, and your clothes have been cleaned as well,” the female staff member said in a gentle, soft-spoken voice.Annabelle couldn’t help but glance at her. The woman was wearing a red hotel uniform skirt set, with an alluring figure, good looks, and a refined demeanor—clearly more polished than the average staff member.Normally, Annabelle would appreciate a pretty girl with a quick glance and move on.But this woman made her frown—and made her stay in the living room instead of heading back to the bedroom after finishing he
Annabelle’s face flushed bright red.What the VP was implying—any adult could understand.She could feel the ambiguous gazes of the others, making her even more embarrassed.Kendrick gave a cold “tsk” and glanced at his vice president. “If you can’t come up with a good idea later, I’m holding you responsible.”“lol, no problem!”he replied heartily.Kendrick looked at Annabelle and smiled. “Come on, I’ll take you to the room.”He took her hand and led her into the bedroom.Once the door closed, Annabelle hurriedly explained, “I didn’t know you were in a meeting—mmph…”Before she could finish, Kendrick had already pinned her against the door, capturing her lips in a deep, heated kiss.Annabelle couldn’t handle such intensity and felt like she was suffocating. She lightly patted his shoulder, signaling him to stop.Kendrick pulled back just slightly, his lips still brushing hers as he whispered, “Anna, I’m really happy you came to see me.”She lowered her head, biting her lip, but he gen
Dereon wore a black baseball cap, head down, looking rushed as he headed toward the boarding gate.He was about to board a flight to North City.His phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he answered, “Young Master, I’m about to board… understood…”At that moment, a familiar figure brushed past him. Dereon paused, frowning as he turned to look back.The crowd was bustling with passengers preparing to board. That fleeting figure was now nowhere to be seen. Had he imagined it?But even if it really was Annabelle, she was walking in the opposite direction of the boarding line, which meant she wasn’t getting on this flight.As long as she didn’t interfere, everything would be fine.He continued the call, “Yes, I’m listening, Young Master… Don’t worry. Tomorrow morning, just wait and watch the news.”After hanging up, he proceeded with the check-in process alongside the crowd.Dereon had booked an economy class ticket. Once on the plane, he turned off his phone and began mentally reviewing ev
Julissa curled herself into the blanket.For Scott, that bar was the place they first met—perhaps even where he fell in love with her at first sight. It was a beautiful memory.But for Julissa, it remained a grey area she had never managed to escape.Whenever she thought about how a stranger had taken her to a hotel that night, how she had lost her virginity there, and might have even been photographed or recorded, her scalp tingled with regret and dread.She used to want revenge on that gigolo, but now, the thing she feared most was encountering him again.She just hoped that incident would stay buried in the past, never to be mentioned again.She held up her left hand in front of her eyes, using the moonlight streaming through the window to look at the ring Scott had given her. She really liked him—loved him—and she hoped he would never find out about that foolish mistake she had made...After leaving the bedroom, Scott went to the dining room. He poured himself half a glass of whis
Julissa looked at him timidly, seemingly wanting to comfort him but not knowing where to start.She bit her lip and carefully asked, “Did you have a fight with Auntie?”“You heard something?”Julissa’s eyes became even more nervous. “Mr. Nichols, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. Please don’t be mad…”Only then did Scott realize that he had sounded a bit harsh due to his anxiety, and it had clearly scared her.“Fool, I’m not blaming you.” He pulled Julissa into his arms. “What did you hear?”“I just heard you say that when Julian had a high fever as a child, you took him to get an IV and stuff…”Scott let out a sigh of relief. It seemed like Julissa had only heard the latter part.As long as she didn’t hear the earlier part.Earlier, when he arrived at the apartment building, he had deliberately tricked her, saying he wasn’t coming back, just to play a joke on her—but he ended up scaring her to tears.That’s when he realized that Julissa had been hurt before by Liam and lacked a sense of se
Julissa immediately said, “I’ve got a great memory, Mr. Nichols, so don’t you go back on your word.”“I won’t. I’ll give it to you in a bit.”Julissa had been eagerly waiting for so long, but he was still teasing her. She wasn’t happy about that. “Mr. Nichols, if your ‘little surprise’ isn’t worth at least a few hundred thousand, you’ll owe me big time for all this waiting.”Scott chuckled, “Isn’t that a bit low of a bar? Just a few hundred thousand is enough?”Julissa ignored him. To a capitalist like him, money was just a meaningless number—completely irrational. What she really wanted to know now was: what exactly was this surprise gift?Since he said he’d give it to her later, it had to be a physical item.“Mr. Nichols, just let me see it now, please? Why wait? I’ve been waiting all night!”But no matter how she pouted or pleaded, Scott stayed calm and composed. He simply said, “Be good. I’ll give it to you once we’re in bed.”Julissa started wondering—what kind of gift could only
Julissa cast a sidelong glance at the takeout bags. One large box of fried chicken, two cans of premixed peach cocktails—her favorite—and… a bowl of Frozen yogurt?Wait. Frozen yogurt?She remembered eyeing it longingly when they passed that shop on the way home. She hadn’t said a word though, especially once Mr. Nichols had already driven past. She hadn’t had the heart to ask him to turn back.But clearly, he’d noticed.Looking at Scott again, the fury in her heart had significantly waned.He pulled out the yogurt and looked at her with an arched brow. “Not eating, huh?”Julissa huffed and turned her head away dramatically.As if she'd surrender to the wicked capitalist for just a bowl of yogurt.Scott shrugged, “Guess I’ll eat it, then. Can’t let it melt. Would be a waste.”She rolled her eyes inwardly. As if he—Mr. Perfectionist—would ever stoop to eating something as common as a street snack.But then… he actually started eating it.Julissa's brows furrowed as she peeked at him. H