Se connecterEllen took Ivan to her room, holding his hand as she led him upstairs.He followed behind her like a little child following his mother, his gaze occasionally dropping to their intertwined fingers. The sight brought a small smile to his lips. It was such a simple gesture, yet he found himself enjoying it more than he expected.He had never imagined himself allowing a woman to lead him around so casually, much less following her without questioning where she was taking him.But with Ellen, things were becoming different.Soon, they arrived at her bedroom.Ellen pushed the door open and stepped inside, still holding his hand. She released him only when they reached the bed, then gestured for him to sit.Ivan looked around.Her room was pink. Almost everything, from the curtains to the bedsheets and decorations, carried some shade of pink. It had a distinctly girly appearance, almost like something out of a princess story.Ellen had lived in this room since she was born. Her parents had d
Rose hurried toward them, seemingly forgetting that the cold figure standing beside Ellen was there.She opened her arms and pulled her daughter into a tight embrace.Ellen's breath seemed to leave her body. Her mother's arms were wrapped so tightly around her that she could barely move.“M…Mom,” she managed, gently patting Rose's back. “You're squeezing me so tight. I c…can't breathe.”Rose immediately loosened her embrace, but she didn't let go completely. She held Ellen by the shoulders and stared at her face as though trying to convince herself that her daughter was truly standing before her.Then she turned her around, examining her from head to toe.“What happened to you? You've become so lean!” she exclaimed. “Isn't that Ivan guy feeding you properly?”Ellen glanced at the man standing quietly beside them.Ivan hadn't said a word.Rose, however, seemed too excited to notice him. She turned Ellen around again, giving her another thorough inspection.“Even your fat butt has gone
With their hands held together, Ellen and Ivan walked toward the garage.However, as they passed through the dining hall, they came across Cynthia. Her eyes immediately settled on their intertwined hands. Her expression changed, and jealousy blazed in her eyes as her fingers curled tightly into fists.Who knew this bitch could be so lucky?She had used seafood to prepare her nutritious soup, yet Ellen didn't die.Cynthia stared at Ellen's face, searching for any sign of the allergic reaction she had expected. But there were no red patches, no gruesome marks on her skin, and certainly no blemishes on her otherwise beautiful face.Her teeth clenched.How was that even possible?She had expected Ellen to suffer far more than she had. Instead, the woman was standing there looking perfectly fine, holding Ivan's hand as though nothing had happened.Ellen also glanced at Cynthia.She tightened her hold on Ivan's hand and raised their joined hands slightly, making sure Cynthia noticed. It was
Ellen lay weakly on the bed. Although she had regained consciousness, her body still felt heavy, and she had little strength to move around.After resting for several hours, she began to feel better, she slowly sat up and looked down at her hands.The IV drip had been removed, leaving a small puncture mark where the needle had entered her skin. A piece of cotton wool and a brown bandage covered the spot.She gently touched it, her expression gradually changing.The moment she remembered what had happened, her eyes turned cold.She had almost lost her life because of that woman's wickedness.Ellen wasn't someone who went around looking for trouble, but neither was she someone who would quietly accept being harmed.She wouldn't bite unless someone provoked her.And Cynthia had just made a terrible mistake.She was still staring at her hand when Ivan walked into the room.He stopped briefly when he noticed she was awake before approaching the bed.“How are you feeling?”He sat beside her
Ellen slowly opened her eyes, her gaze was unfocused, and for a moment, she couldn't understand where she was.Her head felt heavy, and her body seemed unusually weak. She tried to raise her right hand to press her temple, only to notice that it was connected to an IV drip.She frowned slightly before using her left hand to massage her temple instead.“Are you okay?”A voice called out, drawing her attention.Ellen squinted, trying to make out the person standing nearby. The figure moved closer, and she soon recognised Naomi.A weak smile appeared on her face.“I'm fine. Just a little weak.” She paused, looking around before turning back to Naomi. “What happened to me?”Naomi nodded in understanding.“That's inevitable. You'll feel weak for a while because your allergy acted up.”Ellen's eyes widened.Her allergy?But the soup didn't contain seafood. It had been chicken soup.She looked at Naomi, clearly confused.Naomi seemed to understand what was bothering her and quickly explained
Ellen walked toward her room, her heart aching for reasons she couldn't quite explain.She didn't know but she wasn't jealous.At least, that was the lie she chose to believe.Her steps grew quicker as she angrily questioned Ivan in her mind.How could he let her touch him? And right in front of me?She clenched her fists.And that outfit! Is that how maids dress nowadays?The more she thought about it, the more irritated she became. She couldn't understand why Ivan had allowed Cynthia to behave that way without saying anything.She entered her room and banged the door shut.The sound echoed through the room, but it did little to ease her frustration.Ellen let out a long breath before making her way into the bathroom. She peeled off her clothes and stepped into the bathtub.The warm, soapy water surrounded her body, and she sighed in satisfaction. She leaned back, allowing herself to relax.For a moment, all the irritation she had felt seemed to disappear. She closed her eyes and tri
“Y…you, what do you want?” Ellen’s voice trembled as she looked at Ivan.“Come.” Ivan commanded as he tapped his laps.“No!” She rolled her eyes at him and stiffly sat on the dining chair.He continued, “You seem unfilial, your parents will blame you on their death bed. You are not considering them
Ivan’s mansion was located at the heart of Century Center. The most expensive residence in the United States. The black SUV entered a big tall black gate and came to a halt as it entered the garage. Ellen came down, surprise etched on her face as her gaze lingered on the mansion. Ivan smirked when h
Ellen stood up as she made a beeline to the living room. She forced a smile as she made contact with her parents. Rose and Wills also gave a reassuring smile as if they had everything under control.Ellen knew they were pretending so she won’t care, she cleared her throat in an attempt to speak, “Hm
Ivan didn’t speak during the ride back home. He sat in the back seat of the black SUV, with his legs part and his fingers drumming once against his thigh before curling into fist.The moment he stepped out of his car, the night air hit his face — cold and useless against the fire raging beneath his







