LOGINBruce's nose brushed lightly against Isolde\s. The intimacy sent a sharp electric thrill through Isolde, a tingling rush that swept from head to toe.His low, seductive whisper brushed her ear. "You figure it out yourself."'Figure out what?' Isolde's thoughts scattered. The man before her was irresistibly charming, and her heart raced out of control.One wild thought took hold. 'Four days… I don't even want to share him with anyone for a single minute.'He was hers.Bruce let out a low laugh, his chest vibrating with quiet delight. He adored her jealousy, her petty possessiveness, all of it directed at him. Whether it was real or feigned, born of love or something else, he accepted it without reservation.He drew her tightly into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head. His voice was deep and steady. "All right. Then you won't have to. For the next four days, we'll stay together and pass the time. When they're over, I'll take you to Caldovia, and we'll have a proper ho
Bruce's pupils flickered, each word she spoke striking his ears like thunder.Isolde knew the truth. Just as he had once expected, she chose not to continue the treatment. But her reason overturned everything he had assumed. It was not pride or responsibility. She cared more about him. She had said it plainly: he mattered more than healing her hands.Shock and various emotions surged through him, tightening his throat until he could not speak.Isolde's soft words were lethal, leaving him with no defense.Bruce drew a steady breath and forced himself to regain a measure of clarity. His voice came out low and firm. "Your hands must be treated. Isolde, I don't need you to make that choice for me. Your hands matter. You should live freely and do whatever you want."If you want to be a research genius, then be one. If you want to be the boss's wife, then be that. You shouldn't be forced to choose only the latter. Besides…"He paused, his tone softening. "Things aren't as serious as yo
The car sped along and finally stopped outside the international airport's departure hall.Bruce stared at the terminal through the window, his brows slightly furrowed.Isolde had already stepped out. She looped her arm through his and led him inside. She brought him to the counter and had the staff print two tickets. They were for a flight to Caldovia, departing in one hour.They were one-way tickets with no return."Karsden is too cold. I've wanted to go to Caldovia to soak up the sun for a long time." Isolde tilted her face up at him, her eyes bright with anticipation. "Travel should be spontaneous. That's where the surprise comes from. Hubby, let's go. We've been married so long and never even had a honeymoon. This time, think of it as making it up to me, okay?"Bruce did not answer at once. He looked at the destination and departure time on the tickets, his brows knitting tighter, his voice low. "You have treatment tomorrow.""I don't want to continue it," Isolde said firmly
The man who had secretly loved her throughout his youth stood alone at the edge of the crowd, watching from afar. In the end, he turned away in silence and disappeared into the brightly lit entrance of the banquet hall.The screen dimmed, and the credits rolled.A wave of regret swept through the theater. Several emotional viewers sighed softly or wiped away tears.Isolde felt a heavy weight settle in her chest.The story of the man in the film, who had silently protected her yet ultimately missed his chance, pricked at her memory like a fine needle.Her thoughts drifted to her own engagement party.She had worn a pre-wedding dress and held Alan's arm when, by chance, she spotted Bruce among the guests. He had just returned from abroad and still looked travel-worn.When he saw her, shock crossed his face, followed by barely restrained hostility.At the time, she had assumed it stemmed from that absurd night between them, and from the fact that she was about to marry his cousin.
At the palace…Claudia sat on a luxurious leather sofa. Her beautiful face was ashen, and her chest rose with restrained anger."Are you certain not a single photo or video reached Her Majesty?" Her voice was tight as she held back her rage."Yes, Your Highness," her personal shadow guard replied with respect. "All related materials were intercepted and completely wiped before they could gain traction."Claudia exhaled slowly. The tension in her shoulders eased slightly, but the resentment in her chest did not fade.In the next instant, she seized the crystal glass in front of her and hurled it onto the polished marble floor.The sharp crash rang out as water and shards of glass scattered across the floor."Bruce!" she snapped, her teeth clenched, each word forced out. "You dishonest bastard!"She had planned everything with care. She had even accepted the stigma of being the other woman to create the impression that Bruce was deeply infatuated with her and that his relationshi
"You don't get it. Even when people in high society divorce, they do it with class. Watching one last movie together as a send-off feels like a proper beginning and ending.""Tsk. Are rich people's goodbyes always this romantic? I learned something new today."…Bruce had just taken the two cups of Coke from the staff when his grip shifted, causing some of the ice-cold drink to spill over his fingers.His expression darkened. 'Last movie? Goodbye? These people…'He ground his molars and pushed the cup back. "Change it."After getting the cola and popcorn again, he turned and strode toward Isolde.Under countless subtle glances from those around them, he extended his arm and pulled her openly into his embrace, his posture intimate and possessive.He lowered his head and handed her the only large cup of Coke he held. The lid had two straws."They're out of single cups." His tone remained calm, but his eyes flickered slightly. "This is all that's left."Isolde blinked. She had c
Isolde was a rational yet soft hearted person.Alan slowly loosened his grip and said, "Send Grandpa off properly."Isolde walked to the bedside and slowly crouched down, speaking softly. "Grandpa.""Isolde…" Cheron's voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum."Grandpa, what did you say? I can't he
Isolde sneered, "Leave? Right now I have no power, no status, and no one to rely on. If I leave, I'll either be dragged back by Alan or ambushed by you halfway."If nothing good is going to come out of it anyway, why not flip the table and watch it all fall apart? If everyone goes down together, is
Isolde's fingers dug into the handles of the wheelchair until her knuckles blanched."Go back to your side and let you imprison me?" A cold laugh escaped her. The smile that followed looked resolute and tragically beautiful, like a flower blooming at the edge of a cliff. "Alan Princeton, I would ra
The truth remained unclear, and the matter was already mired in controversy.Most people saw Sandra, her face streaked with tears, as pitiable. By contrast, Isolde, watching coldly from the side, appeared to harbor nothing but contempt and hostility.Under such circumstances, Isolde's continued pr







