Julissa’s mind went blank for a moment, unable to recover from the shock. All her emotions were being led by him, making it impossible to think clearly.When Scott’s kisses trailed down to her neck, Julissa gasped for air, finally regaining some oxygen. Her mind cleared up a little.What was this? During the day, he was the cold and fierce CEO, making her tremble in fear. Now, he had switched back to being her boyfriend, leaving her equally flustered.She pushed Scott away weakly and muttered, “One moment you’re a cold-blooded CEO, the next you’re a possessive boyfriend. Aren’t you afraid of developing a split personality, Mr. Nichols…?”The word "cold-blooded" made Scott sigh. “When have I ever made things difficult for you?”“You made me do all those reports!”“Did I really make you do them?”Wasn’t it just because another man invited her for coffee that he found an excuse to call her back?Hearing this, Julissa froze for a second.In reality, she had only glanced at a few pages bef
Julissa thought to herself: living in a big house, catching a ride to and from work with the CEO—how could that not be great?But if her parents found out…She shuddered.“No way! If my parents knew we were living together, my dad would break my legs.”“He wouldn’t bear to.”“He totally would! He’s serious!”Thinking back to her childhood, when her dad would tap her with a small stick whenever she misbehaved, Julissa still trembled.Even though she was a girl, her parents had never gone easy on her when it came to discipline.Scott was silent for a moment before saying, “Then move into my apartment. It’s not far from here, and the subway commute to work is very convenient for you.”Julissa considered it seriously.She was only staying at her parents' house as a temporary measure until she found a suitable place to rent. She had no intention of living under their watchful eyes forever.If Scott had an apartment near the office, it would be perfect—away from her parents' nagging, plus s
Julissa stole a glance at Scott.He looked perfectly composed, serious as ever.Sensing her gaze, he lowered his head and whispered into her ear, his voice gentle, “Don’t be afraid. I’ll give you time to think. I won’t force you until you completely trust me.”Warmth spread through Julissa’s heart. But the moment his deep, magnetic voice reached her ears, her entire body felt weak.She seriously suspected that while he claimed to wait for her consent, he was subtly seducing her at the same time.—At the apartment door, Scott scanned his fingerprint to unlock it.“I’ll add your fingerprint later. Come in first.”“Oh.”Julissa stepped inside as Scott placed her luggage down and took her hand, leading her on a tour.He called it a "small apartment," but in reality, it was a spacious three-bedroom unit.One of the rooms was a gym—so big that she could easily use it as her dance studio.Such a nice place sitting empty? Compared to her own miserable situation of being kicked out by her lan
Scott naturally pulled Julissa into his arms, letting her rest her head on his lap.With his fingers as a comb, he gently ran them through her hair, stroking her like a small cat.Lying there, Julissa suddenly felt like she was truly, literally holding onto the CEO’s thigh.She was just basking in her happiness when Scott’s phone rang.He answered immediately.Julissa figured it wasn’t a work call—he would never talk about work while watching a movie.Still, she lowered the volume slightly.A woman’s voice came through the speaker."Scott, are you still at work?"It was that Yvette!Julissa’s imaginary fox ears perked up as she secretly listened in.Scott replied, "I’m off work. I’m with Julissa. You and Julian can have dinner without me.""Are you coming back tonight?" Yvette paused. "I was thinking of preparing your breakfast for tomorrow.""No need. I’m not coming back tonight.""What about tomorrow night?""Not sure yet. Probably not.""Oh… okay, then I won’t bother you."The call
However, Scott didn’t continue teasing her.That night, after finishing the movie, the two of them stayed in the apartment—but in separate rooms. Nothing happened.The next morning, Julissa and Mr. Nichols went to work together. She had slept well the previous night and was feeling fully refreshed.After parking the car in the underground garage, she cheerfully followed behind Scott to the elevator area.Standing by the employee elevator, Julissa was a bit puzzled.The adjacent elevator was a private one that led directly to the CEO’s office. Normally, only the CEO, vice presidents, and executive assistants used it.It was peak office hours, and the employee elevators were in heavy use. She couldn’t understand why Scott was choosing to take this one.The elevator soon arrived. Without questioning further, Julissa followed him inside.Rushing in after them were three other employees—two women and one man, all from the Nichols Group. The two women were from the marketing department, whi
Julissa lowered her gaze to the hand holding hers, then looked up along the arm to Mr. Nichols’s face, her eyes silently questioning him: Mr. Nichols, are you sure about this?Wasn’t this basically making their relationship public?Scott didn’t look at her. He simply used his index finger to lightly scratch her palm—casual, teasing.Through the mirrored elevator walls, Julissa discreetly observed the reactions of the other people inside.Some stared at the ceiling, some looked at the floor, but all had faintly amused smiles. Clearly, they were internally gossiping about her and Mr. Nichols.The new female employee, however, pressed her lips tightly together, her face pale—clearly shaken.Tyler, on the other hand, looked at her with an expression of pure shock, even resentment.As if she were some vain, opportunistic woman who used her looks to climb the corporate ladder.Julissa sighed internally and lowered her gaze.She figured quite a few people would think that way.But still… she
After Scott hung up the phone, Julissa asked, “Did something happen?”She had heard him mention a hospital room number and noticed his grim expression. Her first thought was that a friend or family member had been hospitalized.“Yvette suddenly collapsed and is in the hospital. I’m going to check on her,” Scott said while putting on his suit jacket.Julissa quickly asked, “How is she now?”“They’ve already stabilized her. It shouldn’t be too serious.” He glanced at the time. “There’s still an hour left before you’re off work. Keep working for now. After you finish, head home first. I’ll go to the hospital, and if everything is fine, I’ll come to the apartment to see you.”Julissa initially wanted to ask if she should go with him, but hearing how he put it, she swallowed her words.After all, she wasn’t close to Yvette—they had only met a day ago.But Scott and Yvette were longtime friends. In this dynamic, Julissa was the outsider. If Mr. Nichols didn’t want her to be too involved, th
Julissa wanted to push the door open and ask these people—do they even have eyes? Where exactly did she look “not good enough”? She wanted to tell these foul-mouthed gossips that she never asked Mr. Nichols for an apartment—she was just staying there temporarily. She never asked Scott to buy her gifts. And more importantly, she had never even slept with him! Her hand was already on the doorknob, ready to push it open. But in the end, she let go. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to stay calm. “If you waste time arguing with these kinds of people, you’re only dragging yourself down to their level.” That was something Scott had told her before. For those who slander you, the best way to shut them up isn’t by arguing—it’s by proving them wrong through your own strength. After all, you can’t silence every rumor just by trying to stop them. Silently, she left the company. This wasn’t her usual way of handling things. But ever since she started being with Scott, she found h
The lighting in the home theater was dim. The plush double leather recliner could be laid flat to form a small double bed. But it wasn’t an actual bed—any movement on it caused it to creak.Annabelle didn’t dare to move much, but Kendrick was unbothered. Holding her by the waist and brushing his lips against hers, he chuckled lowly, “What are you afraid of? It won’t collapse.”She looked at him, the corners of her eyes still wet from tears shed during the movie. She was actually quite tired today. She also remembered explaining just last night that during their efforts to conceive, they shouldn’t be too frequent. But knowing he’d be leaving that night, she couldn’t help but hold him tightly—and soon stopped thinking about anything else.Afterward, Annabelle lay in Kendrick’s arms, a thin blanket draped over her.They lay in silence for a while before Kendrick gently stroked her arm and asked, “Feeling better now?”Annabelle smiled softly but then became suspicious. She half-sat up and
Annabelle nodded glumly. “Then at least message me when you land tomorrow.”“I will,” Kendrick said, patting her thigh gently. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep reporting in to my wife.”Annabelle quickly pushed his hand away. “Keep your hands on the wheel.”Kendrick withdrew his hand but gave her a long, affectionate look, a small smile playing on his lips.That night, after returning home, Annabelle stuck to the plan and made beef noodles.The beef had already been braised by Uncle Trey. All she had to do was boil enough noodles for two and pour the meat and broth on top.Even someone not too skilled in the kitchen like her could pull that off.Once the food was ready, Annabelle didn’t have much of an appetite. She only ate a few strands of noodles and sipped a bit of soup.Kendrick’s bowl, on the other hand, was much more lavish—noodles topped with generous slices of beef, two stalks of greens, and a fried egg she’d made just for him.Looking at the hearty meal before him, Kendrick grinned.
“You guys actually fought before?” Annabelle asked in surprise.Kendrick chuckled. “I was the one who beat him up.”He went on to explain that Sean was Uncle Trey’s little nephew. When Sean was in elementary school, no one looked after him during summer breaks, so Uncle Trey would bring him to the Gregory residence to stay for a couple of months. Back then, Sean was like a stubborn little ox. If Uncle Trey said one thing, he’d argue right back. One time, Kendrick happened to overhear and gave him a good beating. After that, he became much more obedient.Later, when Sean started middle school, he stopped coming around. Years passed, and Kendrick only heard from Uncle Trey in passing that Sean had opened a gym.Come to think of it, it had been over a decade since he’d seen the guy—no wonder he didn’t recognize him at first.Hearing all this, Annabelle couldn’t help but marvel at how small the world was, and how fate worked in strange ways. At the same time, she felt a sense of relief.S
Just thinking about her photo being stored on that man’s phone made Annabelle feel extremely uncomfortable.Especially when he said he’d “treasure” her photo with that flirty, ambiguous expression—it made her deeply irritated.God knows what he plans to do with that picture. She didn’t even want to imagine it.“Delete my photo. Now.”“Alright, alright, I’ll delete it when I get back,” Sean dodged casually. “Okay, I won’t tease you anymore. Go on and wait for your husband. I’m heading out.”He turned as if to walk into the rain, but suddenly paused and looked back at her.“Oh right—earlier this afternoon, I overheard a young model downstairs on the phone. She said something like, ‘I don’t want to go too far. After all, I have no grudge against Annabelle.’”Annabelle frowned. “Which model?”“Think her name was Dale.” Sean paused. “I don’t really know what she meant, but it didn’t sound good. Don’t you have that runway show tomorrow? Just be careful.”With that, he waved and jogged off i
“I didn’t!” Annabelle responded immediately.“Then why do you look like you just did something bad?”Annabelle didn’t expect him to see through her that easily. With no other choice, she confessed everything.“Really, it’s nothing. I just ran into the Young Master earlier, and he helped me out with something. I was afraid you’d be upset if I told you.”But she *definitely* didn’t do anything to betray him. Besides, she felt completely open and honest when facing the Young Master—nothing to feel guilty about.Kendrick’s gaze darkened slightly. “What did he help you with?”Annabelle sighed. Since she’d started explaining, she decided to tell him everything.“Some people were talking behind my back, and I overheard it. I wanted to confront them, but just then the Young Master showed up and stepped in for me.”Kendrick stared straight ahead, silent for a couple of seconds before asking, “How did he ‘step in’?”“He pretended to be my lawyer...”Annabelle recounted what happened, then cauti
Ryan lowered his hand, slid it into his pocket, and the smile at the corner of his lips gradually faded. He said calmly:"In the future, if you ever run into a situation like that again, be more careful. The corridor earlier had barely anyone around and was in a camera blind spot. If those girls really wanted to gang up on you, how could you handle the three of them alone?"Anna gave an awkward smile. "I was just too angry and acted impulsively. I didn’t think it through. Thank you for helping me earlier."Ryan gave a slight smile. "No need to thank me. We... are friends, after all."Anna nodded earnestly, then suddenly thought of something and said, "By the way, Young Master, I saw an old photo in a magazine just now. It was of a little kid, probably five or six years old, and he looked a lot like you."Ryan’s brows furrowed slightly. His fingers clenched tightly in his pocket, but he quickly forced a smile. "Really? Which magazine was it?""It was a finance magazine, right there on
The article described Ryan, the president of the the Whitney Group, known as "Mr. Whitney"—the latest heir of the Whitney family. Due to poor health in his youth, he was once sent abroad by his uncle to recover in a sanatorium.No one expected this seemingly forgotten heir to return with massive capital and directly replace his uncle as the new president of the the Whitney Group.To this day, this capable young president has never appeared in the public eye, nor has his appearance been revealed. Some say he’s ugly, others say he’s handsome. The mystery surrounding him only fuels more curiosity.Recently, someone obtained a childhood photo of him from his uncles. Judging by that photo, Mr. Whitney was likely a good-looking child.Annabelle stared blankly at the photo after reading the description. The boy in the picture looked about five or six years old. Though he wore a smile, his eyes were melancholic, and his expression was restrained—the kind of smile that felt heavy.What shocked
After Jaime left, Kendrick picked up his phone and left a comment under the most trending post:“I actually wish you wouldn’t try so hard. Rely on me a little more, and maybe you wouldn’t fall so many times. ”He tagged Anna’s account.This was his genuine reaction after watching the video compilations.The moment he posted it, it instantly became a hot topic.Although Kendrick rarely used his social media—mostly posting formal content about events or appearances—he was still a massive influencer with a huge following.His comment quickly gained thousands of likes and drew tons of replies from fans and netizens.“In a lover’s eyes, there’s no embarrassment, only heartache.”“She’s working so hard. Shame on the brainless haters!”“So what if she’s pretty and married to a rich, handsome guy? Not jealous at all! (fake smile emoji)”…Meanwhile, Annabelle was in the dressing room, waiting for the rehearsal to start.Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned and saw one of the models
Annabelle turned back. "What is it?"Kendrick looked into her eyes. "Anna, you don’t need to be afraid of anything."Just that one simple sentence filled Annabelle’s heart with a warmth only he could bring.So, he had understood all those hidden feelings she hadn’t even voiced.She withdrew her hand from the door handle and bit her lip. "Sometimes I wonder… taking on such a major brand endorsement—am I overestimating myself?""Why would you think that?"Anna’s gaze drifted past the car window, through the hotel lobby’s glass facade, and onto the people inside."Look at them. All the girls sitting in there are exceptional. They’ve worked incredibly hard to get a spot at Lin’s press conference. And me… I’ve only had a little over a month of crash training..."Kendrick sighed, gently brushing his hand over her cheek. He told her those girls were excellent models. After all, only the best in the industry get to walk in a Murphy Jewelry show.But that didn’t mean they were fit to be the br