LOGIN"In the past, I might have just thought your violin playing was beautiful… but now, you're my cure. Your importance to me far surpasses what it once was," Thomas said earnestly.A flicker of doubt lingered in Sharon's heart. "My violin… really has that kind of power?"Thomas's gaze softened, his tone calm but certain."Sharon, you know as well as I do… sometimes psychological therapy is more effective than any medicine or treatment. There are countless cases like this. Do you want me to show them to you?"Sharon fell silent for a few moments, then finally nodded."All right… we'll try it first. But… if your condition doesn't improve within a month, then…"Thomas cut her off, a faint smile playing at his lips."Mm… whatever you say, I'll follow."The tension in Sharon's face eased, though her mind remained vigilant. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she looked up at him again."Thomas… if I ever find you hurting yourself again, every promise between us will be void.""Und
Sharon's panicked, uncertain heart gradually began to settle.She looked at Thomas."Thomas… I can't spend my life with someone who either hurts my friends or hurts himself. Your memories are important to you, but does that make other people's lives any less important?"Today, you directed your methods at them. Someday… if I do something that goes against your wishes, you would do the same to me."Seeing Thomas open his mouth as if to reply, Sharon cut him off."Don't bother denying it. If you can hurt yourself, what else wouldn't you be able to do?"She drew in a deep breath, steadying herself."Thomas… you can only choose one: hypnosis or breaking up."A flicker of harshness passed through his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. Instead, he held her gently, his voice tinged with a rare vulnerability."Sharon… you just agreed to marry me a few days ago. In six months, our wedding will happen. I've already designed your wedding dress… You can't leave me."Sharon instinctively
Sharon's tears fell onto Thomas's fingers, each drop like scorching oil searing his heart.He couldn't resist. He reached out and drew her into his arms.Her body inadvertently pressed against his wounds, but he felt no pain. Instead, there was a twisted sense of satisfaction. The more his body ached, the more his heart seemed at ease.Sensing that she had struck his injury, Sharon froze, alarmed, and tried to push him away."Thomas… let go!"But he held her tighter, as if he wanted to engrave her into his chest, to fuse her with his very flesh and blood."Sharon… I'm sorry," Thomas's voice was low, heavy with gravity. "I cannot let go."Even battered and bloodied, he would never release her.Sharon had no strength left to resist. She closed her eyes and sank helplessly into his firm embrace. The metallic scent of blood lingered in the air. Never before had she felt so powerless.Outside, the night was deep and quiet.After tending to Thomas's wounds, Sharon closed the first-
Sharon's senses snapped sharply awake. But she didn't move; her breathing remained steady, practiced.In the darkness, she felt a gaze resting on her, as if someone were checking whether she had truly fallen asleep. After a long moment of silent scrutiny, having noticed nothing unusual, Thomas finally withdrew his gaze and slipped quietly from the room.When the door clicked shut, Sharon followed. Thomas was cautious; she had to wait until he was fully gone before daring to step out.Through the peephole, Sharon saw him walking toward the study.Could he have work to attend to at this hour?Her curiosity piqued, she waited until Thomas pushed open the study door, then emerged from the bedroom herself.Standing at the threshold, she paused for a few moments.When he didn't reappear, she drew a deep, steadying breath and resolutely twisted the doorknob.The desk lamp cast a soft, muted glow—not enough to illuminate the whole room. The knife in his hand caught the light, reflectin
Under the moonlight, Thomas's eyes seemed to shimmer with starlight, his gaze brimming with an intensity that could not be untangled.Sharon's heart felt as if it were soaked in ice water sweetened with honey—an exquisite torment of fire and frost.If… if Thomas's illness couldn't be cured, they would never have a wedding, and they might even be torn apart.Logic screamed that she shouldn't accept. And yet, in that moment, Sharon felt as though some invisible spell had taken hold. Against all reason, she nodded ever so slightly.Seeing this, the smile in Thomas's eyes deepened, and he slipped the ring onto her finger.Looking at her bare hand, Sharon suddenly remembered: last night, Thomas had said he wanted to send her ring for maintenance and had taken it away. So this… was all for today's proposal.Thomas then stood, leaning down to kiss her.After the proposal, he took Sharon to a candlelit dinner.During the meal, she asked, "When did you start learning the violin? Your ski
Thomas smiled, a trace of mischief in his eyes. "Guess."Sharon gave it some thought, then said, "When I helped you celebrate your birthday?"She could tell that back then, Thomas had been genuinely touched.He lifted a half-smile, ambiguous and teasing. "That's when you started liking me, isn't it? If you hadn't, why would you have gone to so much trouble for me? If it were just gratitude, you owed Xavier even more—yet you never threw a birthday celebration for him."Sharon froze for a few seconds, speechless.He wasn't wrong. At the time, she hadn't thought about love at all.Thomas continued, his voice soft but certain. "I liked you long before you liked me—far earlier than even I realized. When I found out Jamie had ruined your hand, I was furious."Sharon smiled, teasingly. "Was it only then that you realized I was your first love?"Thomas just smiled faintly. "Maybe even a little earlier than that."He glanced at his watch, then suddenly lowered his voice with a mysterio
Maybe… Thomas would even use the shares in her hand as a wager.The thought sent a chill down Victoria's spine.Wasn't this exactly what Jamie had done to Sharon back then?If she acted on impulse and fell into his trap, she could already imagine how Thomas would use his position as head of the F
Victoria said, "I received a gift today, Johanna. Was it from you?"Johanna shook her head. "No, it wasn't me. It was Thomas. He said he accidentally damaged Victory and wanted to give you a gift as compensation. So he asked me what you like."Hearing this, Victoria felt a sinking weight in her ch
The female companions of the wealthy heirs exchanged a heated, gossip-fueled glance.This was earth-shattering insider news—it had to be shared with their closest friends!The news that Victoria and Jamie had slept together spread like wildfire.At first, it wasn't too exaggerated—after all, it w
Victoria could tell that Jamie had reached a certain clarity in his thoughts.She smiled softly, about to leave, but then paused as if something had occurred to her. Turning back, she looked at him again and offered quiet reassurance."Jamie, you've made it through so many hardships before. I beli







