Laurence loosened his tie and looked at her plainly. โI'm going to take a shower first.โ Zoey slowly came to her senses at his words, as if she understood why he had come home that night. It was most likely to satisfy his human needs.Zoey was a little tired that night, and she thought it wasnโt going to be easy to satisfy Laurence in bed. She sighed and opened the bedside drawer to check for condoms. She saw a few boxes left and thought it should be enough, at least to get past that night. She'd already showered once much earlier, and she thought she'd ask Laurence to go faster if she had no other choice. She had to go to the construction site the next day, and there were a few crucial materials that had to be changed. She was really very busy, much busier than when she'd worked as his secretary. Zoey felt quite happy with her current lifestyle and didn't want any disruptions.Laurence was done with his shower and had put on his pajamas and blow-dried his hair. His soft, black hai
It wasnโt as if Laurence had never learned the meaning behind the word โgoodnightโ. It was a little childish and somewhat covert way to say I love you. There were many inexpressible affections buried within the details that went unnoticed. It was apparent to Laurence that something inside him had changed. Yet he had no words to describe the feeling. Still, something felt different. The woman in his arms had drifted away into dreamland. Perhaps she was having a beautiful dream of sunshine and rainbows. With her head resting against his arm, she fell into a deep slumber. Laurenceโs mind often wandered to the subtleties during downtimes. She used to always whisper earnest goodnights to him. It sounded so sincere every time the word came out of her mouth. He lowered his head to kiss her by the corner of her lips, tempted to ask her whether she meant that she loved him. Alas, there was no turning back to the past. It was pointless to ask the question now. All that
It was dull at the building site. Zoey and Jim were busy at work. Laurence knew nothing about the nature of the work to give his two cents. Nevertheless, he didnโt find it boring at all. Laurence stayed there quietly without bothering Zoey. Zoeyโs face looked tiny under the helmet. With spare time on her hands at last, Zoey crouched down and drew something on a discarded plank. A dizzy spell overcame her when she got up, probably from the low blood sugar. Laurence put his hands against her waist to hold her up. โWatch out.โ Despite feeling uneasy, Zoey whispered a โthank youโ to him. She then fished out a few candies from her bag and absent-mindedly ate a couple. Laurence took a glance at the drawing on the plank, finding it rather adorable. Come to think of it, Zoey was more than capable of finding a good job after graduating from college if she hadnโt become his secretary. The lot stayed on site until the afternoon. Jim wanted to buy them lunch, but as soon as the suppl
Laurence calmly relayed the information before turning to Zoey. After much silence, he asked, โIs she really your grandmother?โ Unable to deny the blood ties, Zoey nodded her head. โYes. She is.โ Old Mrs. Jenner had accomplished what sheโd set out to do. Zoey was put on the spot and beyond humiliated. โWhy?โ Zoey inquired. โYou donโt look alike.โ Laurence gave it a thought before giving his two cents. Balling her fists, Zoey drew a deep breath. The humiliation shouldnโt get to her, as this wasnโt the first time Laurence had seen her at her worst. โIโm not close with her.โ In the end, Zoey added the statement. It didnโt sit well with Old Mrs. Jenner because she couldnโt stand to see things going well for others. The old lady could comfort herself by thinking that even if Zoeyโs husband had a bit of money, he must be an ugly old man. It was tough on Old Mrs. Jenner as she was married to one. Now it appeared Zoeyโs husband was neither old nor ugly. Not only that, but Zoeyโ
Shawn wouldnโt harm Jasmine so deeply for no reason. Zoey looked at him, and his eyes were red and unreadable.His expression turned ugly at what she had said. After a long while, he choked, โI know.โHe knew it had been one-sided all along. Shawn did not want to apologize to Zoey. It wouldnโt help anything. He had hurt her severely in the past, and that was the truth. He wanted to tell her how much he regretted it and how he hadnโt meant to hurt her like that. It was just because he had forgotten everything.However, he couldnโt bring himself to say any of it to her. It felt fake and pretentious. She would find it laughable for sure.Shawnโs eyes teared up, but he held them back as he looked at Zoey. He remembered her shedding tears and trembling in fear, how she gritted her teeth and said that she would hate him for the rest of her life. He felt an unbearable ache in his heart.โWere you waiting for me here?โ Zoey asked, calmer than she was before.Shawn nodded, his face pale. Zoey n
The sound of gossip died down.Laurenceโs expression did not change. He said casually, โThereโs some cake there. It looks good.โZoey had a sweet tooth. She liked desserts and sweet, creamy cakes. She nodded, โOh, okay.โAfter setting a slice of cake onto a plate, she sat down on the nearest chair and dug in. Suddenly, she felt a weight on her shoulders. Laurence had put his jacket over her shoulders as a gust of wind blew by. The night air was chilly as it would soon be autumn. Under the moonlight, Zoeyโs skin looked like porcelain. Her long hair draped over her shoulders elegantly.She sat beside him and said softly, โItโs okay. Iโm not cold.โLaurence froze for a moment before replying stiffly, โJust wear it. Even if youโre not cold.โโPerhaps heโs being possessive again,โ Zoey thought. However, he had picked the dress she was wearing himself. It wasnโt that revealing. She gave in and wore the jacket anyway. Going against him would only make things difficult for her.Zoey felt drows
Zoey kept her word and sent Laurenceโs mother a message the next morning. In the text, she said that she was still young and had just started her career. So, she was not ready to have a child yet. She put all the blame on herself and not on Laurence. This was so that Laurence could not find fault with her regarding the issue.It wasnโt that Mrs. Scott really wanted a grandchild she could care for. She simply thought Laurence and Zoeyโs relationship would improve if they had a child. She knew that her son was too cold and distant. If he had a child, maybe he would change for the better. Perhaps he would become a good husband and father.After seeing Zoeyโs text message, she sighed and went on to nag her son again. โLook at you. Iโm sure youโre not considerate and caring enough to Zoey. That must be why she doesnโt want to have a child.โLaurence was already in a bad mood. When he saw his motherโs text, his expression soured even more.โShe had such a difficult past. She needs someone wh
Was Sarah doing fine? Heck, she was living the best life!She was living it up, and the world revolved around her. Sarah never had to worry about living paycheck to paycheck. Instead of giving Jason a straight answer, Zoey was careful to pick up on her uncleโs facial cues. โUncle Jason, whatโs with the sudden interest in her?โ Jason raised his eyebrow and answered curiously, โI was just asking.โ He added, โIt seems sheโs been doing well for herself over the years.โ It didnโt take rocket science to figure out that Sarah would be in good hands with her father. Jasmineโs heart of stone hid behind her kind and compassionate faรงade. The woman grinned and bore through the years before finally flipping the script to her advantage. Of course, Jasmine would give her only daughter the world. Zoey gave it some thought before answering, โSheโs being held in custody. She should be out in a couple of days.โ Sensing Zoeyโs reluctance to talk about Sarah, Jason ended the conversation there
Ryan had a reason for barging into the room. He thought he had seen something he shouldn't have.He had witnessed Zoey's relationship with his brother over the past few years. He hadn't thought so many things would happen between them when they got married.In the end, Laurence fell for her.The high and mighty guy had willingly become the loser for that woman.Zoey could tell from Ryan's reaction that he had misunderstood. Without bothering to explain, she walked straight out of the office.Laurence ignored Ryan, too. He treated Ryan as if he didn't exist and strode out the door after Zoey. Ryan was left alone in the office, dumbfounded.Laurence's assistant greeted him politely. "Are you here for ..."Ryan was still in a daze. He snapped to his senses and said, "I'm here to see my brother!""Mr. Scott just left.""I saw that.""Then, is there anything else I can do for you?"Ryan turned around to leave but returned halfway. He put his arm around the assistant's shoulder as
Zoey could feel the gazes on her as she stepped into the office. There were hardly any familiar faces left in the office.She secretly sighed in relief. She would have felt awkward and at a loss if she had to face the inquisitive gazes of acquaintances.Laurence held Zoey's hand, and she had no choice but to let him do as he pleased. She couldn't resist him.They entered Laurence's office. His office looked cold and plain, just like he was.Zoey noticed he was still grabbing her wrist. She took a deep breath and asked, "Where should I sit?"Perhaps surprised by her sudden cooperative attitude, Laurence raised an eyebrow. After a pause, he kindly reminded her, "The door is locked."Without a key, the door couldn't be opened from the inside.Zoey tried to pull her wrist away. "Got it."Laurence watched her sit on the sofa, and he relaxed slightly. He asked politely, "Would you like something to drink?"Zoey was momentarily lost in thought. She replied, "Warm water will do"Laur
Zoey was composed. She didn't seem worried about Laurence investigating her past in Novarvia. But deep down, she wasn't confident.Laurence had long lost any moral boundaries. Despite knowing she was married, he showed no concern about interfering in her marriage. He would likely become even more audacious and unrestrained if he discovered that her marriage was fake.Just the thought of it gave Zoey a headache. She never thought getting rid of someone would be so difficult, even if they held a certain position of power. Shaking him off became increasingly challenging.Lost in her contemplation, Zoey failed to notice the driver had changed direction. When she finally realized, the car was parked at the entrance of the Scott Group.Zoey pondered briefly. She thought the driver was sending Laurence off. She waited patiently and remained seated in the car.The man beside her calmly looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you getting out?"Zoey furrowed her brows. "Why should I?"
Sarah always seemed like she was thriving. Looking radiant, she hooked arms with the man beside her. She no longer looked as worn as she had a few months ago.Laurence was acquainted with the man beside her. His gaze was indifferent, showing neither surprise nor much emotion. Firmly grabbing Zoey's hands, Laurence wouldn't let her leave his side.Laurence had no intention of greeting Sarah or engaging with William. He held Zoey's hand, seemingly aware she didn't want to deal with them either. He turned his face to her and said, "Let's go."Zoey didn't refuse. They left quietly.This time, Sarah didn't stop Zoey. She usually tried provoking her.Once they were far away, Zoey immediately shook off Laurence's hand. He saw her furrowed brows and the undisguised disgust in her eyes. She must have hated Sarah a lot. She didn't even want to see her.Laurence explained, "I didn't know she would be here today."Zoey ignored him and walked ahead. The man behind her suddenly circled he
Zoey had no idea whether she was acting out of spite or being stubborn, but she arrived at the restaurant as promised. The restaurant had a private courtyard that offered great privacy. She didn't want to cause the person she was meeting any trouble. Neil's wife was once Zoey's client. Both parties were pleased with the business transaction. Zoey didn't like socializing, but she was out of alternatives. She forced herself to befriend Neil's wife. She had something to ask of Neil because her passport application had been dragging on without any progress. Zoey didn't want to lose control of her emotions again. She could still keep her cool if she stayed away from Laurence. To her surprise, Laurence had found out what she had been secretly up to. It was like he had installed a bug on her. She was horrified. "I've heard a lot of good things about you, Ms. Jenner." "You're too kind, Mr. Jackson." Neil was nicer than she expected. He didn't act superior or avoid the topic. Inst
Zoey ended the phone call. Without having to ask, Zoey knew what was going on when she saw Laurence. Needless to say, Laurence had taken the liberty to take the morning off for her. She couldn't be bothered to be angry. Instead, she felt numb as it had happened too many times before. Zoey looked down at her changed pajamas and turned to the man by the bed. She asked, "Where are my clothes?" Laurence met her gaze. He didn't feel embarrassed at all. "They were in the wash. They are in the dryer now." Zoey lifted the bed covers and stepped onto the carpet. She made a beeline for the walk-in closet, which was filled with many clothes she hadn't taken with her when she'd left years ago. She picked an outfit and put it on. Laurence was still in the bedroom when she walked out of the walk-in closet. He put on his tie and looked over at her. She glanced at him and said, "You should've woken me up last night." Laurence approached her. He was tall and looked sharp in his suit, with
Zoey was fast asleep. She thought she was dreaming when someone lifted her up. Her body clock over the last few days had been regular. She was going to bed early. Now, she couldn't keep her eyes open. Maybe she went back to sleep because she didn't sense any danger.Laurence hooked his arm behind Zoey's knees in a cradle and pulled her arm over his neck to secure her from falling. She mumbled in her sleep. He guessed that she was dreaming.Laurence couldn't hear what she was saying. He leaned in with his ear near her lips, but her mumbling stopped.The chauffeur, dedicated to his job, was on standby outside. Seeing his employer in the distance, he opened the door respectfully.Laurence carried Zoey into the car. The chauffeur closed the car door and glanced again at the woman in his employer's arms from the rear-view mirror. She looked familiar, but he didn't want to make any assumptions. "Where to, sir?" The chauffeur couldn't read his employer's mind, so he was careful not to
The bar wasn't too far from the restaurant. It was less than a ten-minute drive away. Laurence refused to let go of Zoey's wrist. He was bold to show off their closeness even though it was inappropriate. The others could hardly take their eyes off the couple. It was drama in the flesh. If they remembered correctly, Zoey had denied their relationship online two days before. She had even announced her marriage to someone else to set the record straight. What was going on? They had a hunch about the situation, judging by the resistance on Zoey's face. Maybe her ex-husband wouldn't leave her alone. The man seemed relentless in his pursuit. Nevertheless, it was not their business to get involved. At the end of the day, it was between Zoey and Laurence. Everybody quieted down and sobered up. The group caught a cab to the destination. Laurence shamelessly invited himself to join the group, and no one objected, not even politely. They weren't fools. They wouldn't offend the man for
Zoey felt a tingling sensation along her ear. It felt as if she had been electrocuted. Laurence's tone was half-joking, but there was seriousness behind it. He was ready to tell on her to her husband the moment she nodded. Zoey had lost her patience with him a long time ago. She couldn't help but snap back every time. She looked up. Her face was small. She was about to tell him to get lost when the man took the chance to deepen the kiss. He squeezed her chin, forcing her to part her lips to let him in. Zoey was pinned against the wall. His scorching breath took hers away. She was trapped like prey in a snare. The more she struggled, the tighter his grip became.Laurence didn't stop with a brief kiss. He didn't give Zoey room to breathe, and she could feel her limbs going weak. Her tongue was going numb. The woman opened her mouth, gasping for air. She hung onto his collar to stop herself from going limp. The man was always greedy. He could never get enough of her. Zoey had