Somervale Village was at the foot of Somervale Mountain, and it was the old home of Winston. Holly had grown up there. All of them traveled a long way, and by the time they reached Somervale Village, it was already three or four o'clock in the morning. Bryce got out and pushed open the gate to the yard, but it didn't budge. Holly was probably asleep, and Bryce didn't want to disturb her. He pulled the car door open, put the seat down, and got in. He closed his eyes to try to take a nap. He had been running around so much that he was exhausted. He fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the skies were already bright. Bryce opened the car door and got out. The bodyguard rushed over and said, "Mr. Gabelman, there are people talking in the yard. It sounds like Mrs. Gabelman." Bryce nodded and walked over to the yard. He pushed the gate. This time, it opened. His gaze swept through the yard. It was spacious. Nobody had been living t
"He died long ago. A dead man can't hurt anyone. Someone else crushed Samantha's hand with a hammer, and as for who that person is and why they wanted to get revenge on her, I really have no idea." Holly's voice was perfectly calm, but tears beaded her eyelashes. Bryce looked down at the mound. It was an extremely ordinary-looking grave. It seemed old, and there was a wilted bouquet of wildflowers on it. There were ashes where something made of paper had been burned. The grave was very simple. It was just a mound of earth, and there wasn't even a gravestone. No one could tell whose it was. Bryce's lips curled. In the past, when he had asked Holly who Abel was, she had always avoided answering him. The security cameras had caught the back view of Abel, so she had found an old grave to fob him off.She didn't know that the moment she had called out for Abel in her dreams, he had sent someone to this village to investigate who Abel was. There were 98 families in the vil
It made her heartbeat speed up with how seductive it was. Holly's ears reddened, and she looked sideways at Bryce, hinting at him to take his hand away. Bryce kept a straight face while he spooned oatmeal elegantly into his mouth.No one could tell what he was doing under the table. Holly reached out to grab his hand and tried to move it away from her thigh, but she couldn't. He was holding it tightly instead. He grabbed her hand and entwined their fingers. He even began massaging her palm gently with his thumb. It was making her palm sweat. One of Holly's hands was injured, while the other was held by Bryce. She couldn't eat. She could only sit there without moving.Bryce looked at her and smiled. He asked her on purpose, "Why aren't you eating, Holls?" He usually called her "Holly", but he was now calling her "Holls" on purpose. Holly glared at him in mock anger.Bryce smiled. "Are you only going to eat if I feed you?"He used his spoon to scoop up some oatmea
Holly backed up slightly, causing Bryce's kiss to land on her chin. His change in mood was palpable.Bryce's hand, which had been holding her chin, traveled down her back and rested around her waist. He asked, "Why did you tell Hayden I'm your cousin?"Holly cast her gaze downward and answered softly, "We're going to be divorced soon, anyway. There's no point going around telling others that we're a married couple."Besides, you've got a strong family background. My colleagues would judge me if they were to find out about us. I don't want to be labeled as an outcast of a prestigious family. It'd be much easier telling him that you're a distant relative."Bryce looked at her with a thoughtful look. "You've thought things through pretty well."Holly smiled self-deprecatingly. "I've got no choice, have I? Inconsequential people and their survival instincts.""You're no inconsequential person. You're one of the few people in the whole of Jardington who can order me around," Bryce s
A slight pang of sadness hit Holly. He was making it very hard for her to get rid of all her feelings for him completely.Every time she made up her mind to leave, he would pull her in just a bit closer. And every time her heart softened for him, he would sink a knife deep into it. Being so emotionally entangled with someone was torture.Holly drew her hand back and said coldly, "You should leave. Don't bother coming over again tonight. I grew up here, and everything was fine without you then.""Makes sense." Bryce gave her other hand a light squeeze. "You just look fragile and weak. But you're actually a really strong woman. You're even more hard-hearted than I am."Holly pressed her lips together and thought, "You're the hard-hearted one. Why do you have to bring me into it? How mean."Bryce stood up and said, "I'm really leaving now. Aren't you going to see me out?"She turned and looked away from him with a complex feeling in her heart. She wanted him to leave. But at the sam
Holly stood there until Bryce's car disappeared from view, and even then, she stared straight at the curve where the car drove away. She couldn't clearly describe how she felt. It was an empty feeling mixed with hints of melancholy.A breeze swept up the leaves on the ground, causing them to swirl around her feet. Holly stood there a little while longer before returning to her grandfather's house.She got the keys and entered a room on the right side of the house. That was his art restoration studio and the place where Holly had spent most of her younger years.The room remained how it looked all those years back. There were two large, red, solid wood tables in the middle of the room, and on them were fine paintbrushes, palette knives, cotton swabs, and an array of other restoration tools. As the room hadn't been cleaned up in quite some time, a thin layer of dust had settled on the tables.The thought of her deceased grandfather who'd passed away due to stomach cancer brought a
Hayden was smoking in the yard when Holly came out. "I've got to go back. Mrs. Gabelman Senior's been hospitalized," she told him.Hayden immediately snuffed out the cigarette and said, "Alright. I'll go with you."More than three hours later, they arrived at the city. After parting ways with Hayden, Holly brought Leitia and the bodyguards to the hospital.Olivia stayed in the VIP ward on the topmost floor. Upon exiting the elevator, Holly saw Bryce at a glance after turning a corner. He was smoking by the window.His tall and slender frame, striking features, exquisite temperament, and distinguished presence were hard to miss. He stood out among the crowd. Holly was just about to call out to him when she heard someone else calling his name.Then, a figure rushed out from the emergency corridor and latched onto Bryce's waist. It was Samantha. She pressed her face on Bryce's back and said affectionately, "I heard that Granny's ill, so I came to visit her."Samantha was gorgeou
Seeing how Olivia and Holly were suspicious of her, Samantha quickly showed them her injured hand. "Granny, someone broke my hand with a hammer a few days ago, too! My fingers were fractured. I was so upset I no longer want to live anymore!"Olivia raised a brow. "Such coincidence?"Eyes red-rimmed, Samantha said, "I suffered similar injuries as Holly's. It's on the left hand, and I got four fingers fractured, too. The authorities deduced that the culprit was someone with malicious and vengeful intentions." She was hinting at Holly. A mirthless smile crept up on Olivia's lips. "Is that so? Why didn't she take revenge on anyone else but you?"With tears brimming in her eyes, Samantha said pitifully, "Perhaps it's because of how close I am with Bryce. Maybe that's why Holly's upset at me."What she meant was clear as day. She was implying that it was Holly who had gotten someone to get revenge on her.Holly's expression remained unchanging, but a hint of mockery flashed in her