FAZER LOGINI trembled all over and turned my head to the door of the hospital room. I saw Bryce standing there. He was handsome, but his face was particularly gloomy. His sharp and cold gaze made my heart sink. I quickly pushed Tyson away and looked at him in confusion. Tyson's eyes showed a hint of injury. When he saw Bryce walking in step by step, he instinctively stood in front of me, looking at Bryce warily and defensively. "What do you want to do?" Bryce's thin lips lightly opened, and he slowly spit out two cold words, "Step aside!" He was several centimeters taller than Tyson, and Tyson felt a strong sense of oppression as he looked up at him. "Bryce, I'm telling you, I won't let you hurt Laurette," Tyson spoke with great confidence and pride. If he hadn't been blinded by jealousy and unwillingness at the time of the incident and had abandoned me when I needed him the most, I wouldn't have married Bryce. Bryce's lips curled into a sneer. "Tyson, you over
Irene sat down on a chair next to the bed and looked around the ward before turning her gaze to me, appearing very composed. "I heard you were unconscious for two more days?" she said, sounding quite pleased. "It's all thanks to you," I replied coldly. That day, I was facing Tyson and I was sure that he had no intention of attacking them. If Irene hadn't screamed, things wouldn't have developed into what they were now. But Irene felt no guilt at all. She crossed her legs and swayed her high-heeled shoes, looking very relaxed. "You seem to be recovering well," she said. "Thanks to you, I can't die for now," I replied, licking my teeth. "Is that so? That's a pity," Irene said. I remained silent, impressed by her viciousness. "So, Miss Irene came here today just to see if I'm dead or not?" I asked. Irene smiled and said, "Director Laurette, you don't have to hate me so much. I just came to see you." "Sorry, I'm not lucky enough to enjoy your visit," I sneered. "Well," Irene s
"Laurette, Laurette, are you awake, Laurette?" A slightly noisy female voice came to my ears, making me frown slowly. "Mom, I don't want to go..." I was still trapped in my dream. Seeing that I was clearly awake but pretending to sleep, my mother became angry and slapped my arm, "Open your eyes if you're awake, what are you pretending for?" The pain on my arm woke me up completely. I opened my eyes and saw that the lush mountains and the fields filled with the smell of soil were gone. The dazzling white ceiling came into my sight, and I smelled a strong disinfectant smell. Memories began to rewind, and I remembered the fight between Bryce and Tyson. I threw myself over to block the punch from Bryce for Tyson... I closed my eyes and felt a slight pain in my chest. My mother kept talking, "Laurette, I've told you before, you're Bryce's wife now, why are you still messing around with Tyson?" "When did I mess around with him?" I couldn't stand it anymore. "T
Bryce stared fiercely at Tyson, his peach blossom eyes flashing with anger. His patience had run out and he clenched his fists, ready to strike Tyson in the face. But Tyson was not one to back down. He had never liked Bryce, who had stolen his beloved and then treated her like garbage. Bryce's arrogance and disregard for other people's feelings made Tyson seethe with anger every time he thought about it. The two of them charged at each other like mad beasts, ignoring my presence. They fought fiercely, punching and kicking with all their might, each treating the other as a mortal enemy. Soon, both of them had bruises on their faces. I watched in shock as they fought to the death, not understanding why they had started fighting in the first place. "Laurette, what are you doing? Pull them apart!" Irene was pacing anxiously on the side, never having seen Bryce so violent and aggressive before. He had torn off his gentlemanly facade and revealed his bloodthirs
A gust of wind swept by my side, and I saw Bryce walking past me at a fast pace, even knocking me to the side. Weakened, I took two steps back and hit a rough tree trunk, feeling sharp pain in my back. My face turned even paler, and I quickly held onto the willow tree behind me to steady myself. Looking up, I saw Bryce squatting in front of Irene. I watched the scene coldly, feeling like a clown jumping around. Irene's despicable and nasty tactics were effective, and seeing how nervous Bryce was around her, I knew I had lost the battle. "Bryce, it hurts so much," Irene said, appearing delicate and weak in front of others, but especially so in front of men like Bryce Rodriguez. Unfortunately, men fell for her act every time. Her palm was scraped by a sharp stone, and blood gushed out. She only needed to furrow her brow to make a man feel sorry for her. "Hold on, I'll take you to see a doctor," Bryce said, helping Irene up from the ground. He looked up at m
The agile figure approached me, closer and closer.. I reached out my hand, wanting to grab him, but he slipped away from me. In a daze, I saw him swimming towards the shore with the drenched Irene, getting farther and farther away from me. That back, so resolute and decisive. At that moment, I lost all my strength, unable to struggle anymore, and slowly sank to the bottom of the pool. Many people gathered around the pool, all exclaiming in shock. They saw Bryce carrying Irene back to the shore, and quickly reached out to lift her up. The Irene's family knelt beside the unconscious Irene, "Irene, Irene wake up..." Bryce gasped for breath, looking at the unconscious Irene. He was about to give her first aid when he heard someone shout, "The young madam has sunk, why isn't anyone saving her? She can't swim." The onlookers gasped in horror, and Bryce quickly turned his head to see that there was no struggling figure on the shimmering water surface. His heart







