After three years of secret marriage, Reginald Thompson suddenly proposed a divorce to Elizabeth Smith. Elizabeth chuckled, took her share of the property, and left the home of the past three years—using her skills to thrive in the antique world. Some time after the divorce, the former dictator Reginald saw his beautiful ex-wife Elizabeth stunning the audience on television, regretting his past actions. He regretted the divorce and pursued her all over the world, declaring, "My dear Elizabeth, my heart is yours, my life is yours. Come back to me!" Elizabeth Smith's rosy lips parted, "I'm sorry, Reginald!" Later, she encountered the man, Mayo John Brown, who had once saved her life. On the day of their wedding, news arrived. She abandoned the groom John, holding the injured body of Reginald Thompson in sorrow. Until Reginald proposed again, "My beloved Elizabeth, can we get married again?"
View MoreAfter a passionate bout of lovemaking, Arabella lay on the crumpled sheets, her skin flushed and damp, chestnut ringlets clinging to her elegant neck. Each breath made her soft bosom rise and fall rapidly, and Reginald's ardour was evident from the bruised rosy hue of her swollen lips.
As she regained her composure, a blissful languor suffused her limbs. The intoxicating scent of their shared desire lingered on the disheveled bedding, evoking the pleasures just experienced. Arabella lazily caressed Reginald's smoldering affection, a smile playing on her kiss-reddened mouth as she stretched felinely on the tumbled, downy bed.
She relaxed against the pillows, reliving every delightful detail of their amorous encounter, excited at the prospect of soon relishing such impassioned scenes again.
Instead of washing up as usual, Reginald embraced her from behind, holding her tightly, fiercely, as if seeking to meld her into himself.
Arabella felt she might dissolve in his embrace. Her heart brimmed with inexplicable joy, thrill and anticipation, tinged with a hint of sorrow.
Three years married, yet this was the first time he'd held her thus.
She felt truly loved.
Slowly she turned, clinging tightly to him in turn, a sweet, radiant smile lighting up her face, as if she held the whole world.
They remained entwined for some time.
Eventually Reginald released her, dressed, and took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer. Deftly he shook one out, lit up, and inhaled deeply.
Wisps of smoke obscured his handsome, patrician features, blurring his countenance. The cigarette nearly scorched his fingers but he remained oblivious.
Arabella coughed lightly. "Weren't you going to give up smoking?"
Reginald stubbed out the cigarette. Gazing into her eyes, his were intense and smoldering. After a pause he said, "Arabella, I want a divorce."
Arabella froze, the ardent emotions in her heart turning frigid in an instant.
Her face pale, she stared at him numbly, her voice trembling as she asked "Have I done something wrong?"
"No, you haven't."
"Why separate then?"
"Chloe's back. I'm sorry."
Chloe was his former girlfriend.
Arabella felt her heart being ripped apart. After three long years together she couldn't compare to that woman's return!
He didn't love her.
Feelings of loss, failure and grief overwhelmed her. Arabella's body stiffened.
With shaking hands she dressed, preparing to leave the bed.
Reginald clasped her shoulder gently, asking "Where are you going?"
Arabella could barely hold back her tears, remaining silent.
"I'll make breakfast today," he said, knowing she was going to the kitchen.
"Alright," Elizabeth whispered. She lay back down, pulling the blanket over her moist eyes.
After he left, she rushed to the bathroom, unable to contain herself any longer as great heaving sobs erupted from within.
Her tears fell like a broken string of pearls, ceaseless.
She never knew love could make her heart ache so terribly.
The pain made her tremble uncontrollably, barely able to stand.
Then she heard Reginald calling her for breakfast.
Arabella replied, splashing cold water on her face repeatedly, but no amount of washing could diminish the bloodshot eyes.
Reginald was waiting for her in the dining room when she emerged.
Dapper in a tailored suit, he stood tall and straight, exuding a radiant presence.
Arabella silently took her place at the table.
Reginald leaned in slightly, his gaze unusually gentle as he regarded her reddened eyes. "Have you been crying all this while?"
Arabella looked up, forcing a wan smile. "I accidentally rubbed my eyes while washing up just now.
They'll be fine soon.""Be more careful next time. Let's eat." Reginald sat beside her, passing the milk over.
Arabella accepted it, eyes downcast as she noted his elegant fingers resting atop the glass.
The sumptuous breakfast exuded mouthwatering aromas, yet neither touched the food.
Never had a meal been consumed with such profound sorrow.
Thirty minutes passed with the milk untouched still.
Rising slowly, Arabella murmured "I'll go pack my things."
Reginald's hand tightened briefly on his glass. "There's no hurry."
Arabella gave a bitter laugh. Things had already come to this, yet he was reluctant to let her leave quickly. Did he mean to have her thrown out instead?
She turned and went upstairs, tossing her belongings into a suitcase, taking her time to pack up thoroughly before lugging it down with her.
Reginald remained seated at the dining table awaiting her return.
Neither could stomach another bite of the now cold breakfast. Never had a meal been eaten with such
heartbreak.Reginald came forward, reaching to take her suitcase. "Let me help you with that."
"I'm fine, thank you." Arabella grasped the luggage handle, walking straight ahead with back straight.
Passing through the familiar greenery of the gardens, a melancholy feeling washed over her. After all, humans were not plants - how could they not have feelings?
Three years had gone by, yet the so-called growing affection had been only her own experience.
She had loved him wholeheartedly and unconditionally, with passion and familial warmth. But what
good did it do now?Let go, she told herself.
The two walked side by side to the doorway, where a car was waiting outside.
Reginald handed her a cheque. "Thank you for your company these past three years."
Arabella stood resolute, uncertain whether to accept it.
Reginald firmly tucked the cheque into her suitcase. "Take it. There will be many things needing
money in future.""Very well."
Arabella replied dryly. Looking up, she found herself captivated by his handsome features.
Memories of their time in bed surfaced in her mind, where he had filled her vision with the night sky. The recollection cut into her heart like a knife, bringing indescribable pain.
She thought that one day, she would surely stop loving him.
Perhaps it would take a lifetime.
Reginald looked at her for a while, then suddenly pulled her into an embrace. His expression remained calm as he said, "In future, it won't be easy alone. Contact me if you need help."
Tears welled up but she held them back.
"Take care of yourself."
"You too." Arabella slowly lifted her arms, hugging him back as if in farewell.
She pushed away from him, quickly wiping her face before grabbing her luggage and turning to leave.
She had barely taken a few steps when she heard Reginald ask: "Who is Robert Williams?"
Her heart quivered slightly and her footsteps faltered.
Forgotten memories came flooding back like the tide.
She felt at a loss, unable to find any words. Then she heard Reginald add, "He must have been very
important to you. I'm sorry for taking up three years of your time.""Speak up! Who sent you?" Robert demanded sternly, his hand tightly gripping William's throat.William glared back at him, his face stained with blood, eyebrows furrowed in pain.Through gritted teeth, he insisted, "No one... no one sent me, I swear. If there was someone, I would have... I would have said by now."Seeing that relentless questioning yielded no results, Robert instructed the officer, "Check his call records and contacts, find out who he has been meeting recently.""Yes, of course," the police officer quickly agreed. "We will initiate an investigation immediately."Then he hesitated, wondering why he was following this guy's orders.Even if he was a special forces operative, that was abroad.He had no jurisdiction here. But he dared not voice his objections aloud.The police immediately recognized that this group of people was far from ordinary. They were individuals of significant influence in the big city—beyond the scope that regular police could handle.Robert glance
Arabella quickly grabbed a jacket to cover herself and then jumped off the bed to turn on the lights. The bright light illuminated everyone in the room, exposing them.Still panting, Arabella looked at the rude, rough man who had just attacked her. His weathered, dark skin, robust build, and ugly features suggested he was a local. The man with the gun pointing at her head had dark skin, a crew cut, handsome facial features, and a cold expression. He wore a sleek black leather jacket on his tall and straight figure.It was Robert.Arabella hastily put on her jacket, smoothed back her disheveled hair to regain composure. Feeling dignified, she asked, "Robert, what are you doing here?""I'm meeting a client in the area," he replied.Arabella was puzzled. "You came here to meet a client?""Yes, I'm here to collect some antiques," Robert said gently to her, then he moved the gun to the man's temple and sternly asked, "What's your name?"The man's raised hands trembled slightly, his rough l
Emily sighed as she looked at the mural, "Our Arabella's mind is sharper than a camera. She remembers every detail of something she has seen once, and can even perfectly recreate it. We should have brought her here."Upon hearing her words, Professor Graham's eyes flashed with admiration. "Heroes abound, your generation is truly talented!"Emily said, "Of course, Arabella is a once-in-a-century genius."Arabella lightly tapped her, indicating she should lower her voice.Emily quickly closed her mouth.Arabella modestly told Professor Graham, "Oh no, we still have a lot to learn from experienced professors like you."Professor Graham laughed heartily, "I heard you are the granddaughter of Percy Sisalvos?""Yes," Arabella replied."I have admired his work for a long time. In fact, I collaborated with him on several projects in the past. It's a pity the old professor passed away."Thinking of her late grandparents, Arabella felt a wave of sadness.She paused for a moment and then continu
After their marriage, they maintained a respectful distance. Following the storm of divorce, it seemed that their relationship had greatly improved. Their intimate and affectionate gestures resembled those of newlyweds. After a moment of contemplation, Arabella spoke, "I'll be working there, and it will take at least ten days to two weeks to complete. You're usually busy with work, so don't waste time on this."Reginald briefly considered and replied, "Then I'll assign a few more bodyguards to protect you. Four should be enough, right?"Arabella was taken aback by this suggestion – it seemed too extravagant. Going to restore some paintings while being followed by four well-dressed bodyguards. Just imagining that scene gave her a headache."One is enough; I'm going for archaeology, not warfare. Others aren't bringing bodyguards, and if I have them, it'll be too ostentatious and not aesthetically pleasing.""At least two, taking turns to protect you," Reginald's tone allowed no dissent.
An ordinary worker dared to betray her!Chloe was furious, feeling like her lungs were about to explode. She angrily shouted at the driver, "Go after that worker! Damn it, I've been humiliated! Now Reginald will hate me even more!"The driver quickly responded, "Yes, miss."He started the car engine to locate the construction worker.The worker walked silently along the road. It was an affluent neighborhood with no buses, let alone taxis.His legs grew tired, and he couldn't find a taxi. Just as he looked around in confusion, someone suddenly threw a piece of clothing over his head. Soon, he was dragged behind the bushes by the roadside,thrown to the ground, and subjected to punches and kicks.As the assault began, the wailing siren of an alarm sounded in his ears. The driver felt guilty, abandoned the worker, and attempted to flee. Unfortunately, before he could get in the car, he was detained by police who jumped down from a patrol car.The driver was arrested for assaulting someon
Chloe could hardly believe what she was seeing.No mistake! The worker in front of her was the one who had spilled the bucket from the scaffolding that day. Her father had secretly bribed him so that she could capture Reginald's heart using the tricks of a distressed maiden.But now, this worker suddenly appeared on the estate.It's over! Only one thought remained in Chloe's mind — her conspiracy had been exposed!Although the weather was pleasant, she felt like she had been thrown into an ice cellar, shivering from the inside out.She really wanted to rush over and strangle the worker.This way, she could kill him and keep him silent.She regretted her previous overconfidence and carelessness. She should have been more vigilant and prepared. She had missed such a good opportunity.Reginald gave Chloe a cold look. "Miss Chloe, don't you have anything to say?"She sat there dumbfounded, unable to utter a single word.Northridge looked at her with confusion, then turned to Reginald. "Wh
Northridge looked at him with suspicion, "Why did you suddenly bring the workers home?"Reginald remained expressionless, spooning the food from the plate into Arabella's bowl, and slowly replied, "You'll find out soon enough.""Trying to keep secrets from me?" Northridge said with some annoyance.Chloe cleared her throat gently and said to Northridge, "Uncle Northridge, he might have something to attend to."Reginald's lips curled slightly. Looking at the steamed abalone Chloe had just placed in front of him, he picked up the entire plate and handed it to the servant behind him, saying, "Get me a new one.""Of course, sir."The servant took it and quickly replaced it with a new one, placing it in front of Reginald.Chloe stared at the plate in front of Reginald, feeling indignant. This was too disrespectful to her.Doing this in front of so many people made her lose face.Seeing her unhappy expression, Northridge's eyes turned cold. She picked up a piece of grilled steak with her for
He received a call from Olivia, "Your dad said you came to the hospital, but we haven't seen you yet. Chloe just woke up and has been calling your name non-stop. She hit her head, seems a bit confused, forgetting who some people are, but she hasn't forgotten you."If he had heard this ten minutes earlier, Reginald would have felt guilty.But now, he knew it was all a lie.They had manipulated him, orchestrating the entire performance to deceive him.For this, they went through so much trouble.Reginald said expressionlessly, "There's an emergency I need to attend to. You all take care of Chloe; I know she's in good hands.""But...""I'm busy." Reginald hung up the phone.A few minutes later, Northridge called, sounding accusatory, "Reginald, what happened? Chloe got hurt because of you. In the situation where our family is working together, you should be by her side. Unless there's something else, it's your duty."Reginald's face immediately turned cold.He didn't know if Northridge w
Arabella breathed a sigh of relief.Arabella had genuinely worried that Chloe might become mentally disabled or vegetative due to the impact.Given the temper of this family, they would undoubtedly endlessly blame Reginald.Reginald checked his watch. "It's getting late; you should go home. I might come back very late tonight."Arabella hesitated. "Don't forget to have dinner.""I know, you too," Reginald replied.As Arabella left, she encountered Reginald's assistant at the corner, reminding him to "make sure he eats dinner.""Of course, ma'am," the assistant respectfully said.Back home, Arabella freshened up and went to bed. She waited and waited for Reginald, but he didn't return. Exhausted, she finally fell asleep.In the middle of the night, Arabella woke up, opening her eyes to see an empty bedside. Her heart sank.Glancing at the clock on the wall, she realized it was past two in the morning, and Reginald still hadn't come home.She grabbed her phone to call him, but it was tu
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