LOGINSharon's lips moved, but after all the harsh words she had thrown at Thomas before, she couldn't bring herself to speak a single one now. She lowered her head, silent.Seeing this, the coldness in Thomas's eyes softened, and the intimidating aura surrounding him dissipated completely.His voice regained its gentle tone. "Sharon, your fever hasn't gone down. You need to drink more water."He poured a glass and handed it to her. "Drink some."Sharon's mind was a jumble. She kept her eyes closed, refusing to acknowledge him.After a moment, she felt something cool and soft pressed gently against her lips. At the same time, a warm liquid flowed into her mouth.Her eyes shot open, and she saw his handsome face so close it made her heart skip.Her pupils dilated, and a flush of pink crept across her pale cheeks from embarrassment and irritation. She instinctively pulled back, letting the warm water drip onto the bedsheet.Thomas didn't get angry. He leaned in and softly kissed the wa
When Sharon regained consciousness, she faintly heard voices around her."High fever caused by overexertion… Also, Miss McKinzie is already one month pregnant. Her body is a little weak, and the fetus is unstable. I'll prescribe some medication to support the pregnancy. For the next three months, it's best to avoid sexual activity, as it could easily cause a miscarriage… This is a topical ointment for bruising; apply it morning and evening."Sharon blinked, dazed, and tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness almost made her collapse again."Sharon." Thomas hurried to her side. "You're awake?"She murmured a response, taking in her surroundings. To her surprise, she was in a hospital."What… happened to me?" she asked.Thomas's dark eyes darkened further. "You had a fever.""Fever?"The dizziness dulled her reactions, but even in her fog, she remembered everything. Her pupils reflected the familiar, handsome face of the man beside her.Thinking of the man last night—the one who
Sharon's smile was cold, sharp, and laced with irony."Thomas," she said, "to me, you were nothing more than a knife in my hand—a tool to help me rise. But you're far too sharp. You can hurt others, and you can easily hurt yourself. So… I have to let you go."Thomas stared at her. "Sharon, I'm not someone you can take or discard at will."Sharon's gaze remained steady. "No, Thomas. It's you who wants too much."He asked softly, almost pleading, "So… you still want to leave me?"Her fingers clenched tightly.It was as if his question implied that merely saying she didn't want him would make everything go back to how it was. But she had already crossed so many lines with him.Her lashes lowered. "I've already agreed to remarry Carter."A strange light flickered in his dark eyes. "All this time, I've been waiting for you to reach out, waiting for you to come and soothe me. I would have forgiven everything. But you… you didn't come. Not once. Instead, you've been with Carter every
That night, after signing contracts and attending the celebratory party of the other company, it was already quite late.Carter, acting as Sharon's companion, had accompanied her to the event and personally driven her home afterward.Even though Thomas hadn't contacted Sharon for some time, she continued the pretense with Carter, keeping up appearances to avoid arousing suspicion.The night was pitch-black, and the streetlights cast dappled shadows along the road.Watching the scenery blur past the window, Sharon asked, "Has Thomas returned from Zachemaine yet?"Carter replied calmly, "I haven't received any word. But with his abilities, if he wanted to avoid my notice, it would be fairly easy."He glanced at her as he spoke."He hasn't contacted you again?""No," Sharon said. "So I'm planning to reach out to Carmen tomorrow."Carter asked, "What if he'd rather break up than undergo the hypnosis?"Sharon's voice was level. "When feelings fade, people instinctively weigh the p
Theo nodded. "Okay, Dad, I understand."On the ride back, Sharon remained silent, her thoughts buried deep within her.Once they returned to the villa, Carter coaxed Theo upstairs before turning to Sharon."You knew he wouldn't have harmed Theo… so why even do that?"Sharon didn't answer. She simply turned and went upstairs.After that, a week passed without Sharon seeing Thomas, and she didn't receive a single call or message from him. It seemed as if that confrontation had truly broken his heart.Wendy called, telling Sharon there was an important contract in Marcentine that required her presence.Seeing no further movement from Thomas, Sharon guessed he had given up and decided it was time to return.Those seven days were calm and uneventful. At first, Sharon remained cautious, suspecting Thomas might be lying in wait for her to let her guard down. But the reality proved she had worried unnecessarily—no matter where she went, Thomas did not appear.Meanwhile, Carter finally
Sharon's gaze was icy as she stared at Thomas's sharp, handsome features, her tone cutting."Thomas… have you really stooped so low as to use a child to threaten me?"The slap she delivered wasn't heavy, but in the full view of everyone present, it was undeniably humiliating.Sharon had always treated Thomas with respect. Even knowing he had once helped Kelly, she had never laid a hand on him.Thomas didn't flinch, nor did he show any anger. He watched her quietly, a dense black haze creeping through his eyes, his emotions shrouded in shadow."Sharon," he said calmly, "do you really think I'm such a despicable man?"Sharon clenched her fists, her long nails digging into her palms, pain shooting through her.Her voice was sharp, almost cruel. "This isn't the first time you've done something like this. Didn't you once use Matty to threaten Xavier?"Afternoon sunlight bathed Thomas in a soft golden glow, highlighting his striking features. Yet, the warm light brought no warmth to
Sharon didn't lack options for a male companion.Xavier and John were both possibilities.Yet her gaze fell on Thomas, who was waiting quietly nearby. As her bodyguard, he would be attending anyway.The last time she had gone to a banquet with Xavier, Thomas had been left alone in the corner. No
Sharon didn't have the patience to waste on someone like Jamie. Her voice was cool, detached."Instead of worrying about whether I know how to paint, maybe you should pay more attention to your own hands. I may never play the violin again, but painting is still possible. You, on the other hand…"H
The gift boxes were neatly arranged into a pyramid, allowing them to be unwrapped one by one, starting from the top.Victoria's gifts, though stacked with perfect precision and visually appealing, were entirely different from Sharon's "Number One to Twenty-Nine" approach. None of the gifts bore num
An hour later, Sharon left, satisfied with her work.Jamie watched her brisk, confident stride, a cold, sharp smile curling at the corners of his lips. He couldn't believe she could assemble the Victory with her own hands. A car like Victory, custom-made to this degree, required detailed schemati







