Se connecterLaurette's mind exploded with fireworks. Just as she was about to push him away, Bryce bit her lips hard. "Hiss..." Laurette sucked in a breath of cold air in pain. She glared at the culprit and was handed a bowl of medicine. "It's bitter. Take the bowl and wash it." Was he a devil? Laurette carried the bowl and walked to the kitchen, feeling annoyed. After a few steps, she suddenly realized that she had just been forcefully kissed by Bryce. She turned back to look at him. The man was wiping his hair with a towel and Swaggered into the bedroom. Laurette was speechless. She walked into the kitchen and stood by the sink, washing the bowl absentmindedly. As she washed, she drifted off into her thoughts. They had just kissed, and although his sharp tongue often spat hurtful words, his lips were surprisingly soft. Unconsciously, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, only to immediately furrow her brows in disgust. "It's bitter." Laurette returned
Five years ago at this time was a delicate moment, and Bryce couldn't help but think more about it. Looking at Laurette's eyes at this moment, it was as if there was a flame of expectation burning within them. Laurette pushed him, but he didn't move. There were footsteps passing by outside the door, and Laurette heard Beatrice's voice. She turned her head and remembered what Irene had said earlier about her first kiss in high school. Her heart felt sour, and she spoke with a bit of sarcasm, "Some people had their first kiss in high school while in a relationship. I wonder who was so lucky." Bryce was stunned, but a smile gradually filled his eyes. He raised his hand and pinched her chin, looking down at her sour and jealous face with increasing joy. "Laurette," Bryce suddenly called out her name. Bryce squinted her eyes and waited for him to continue. Bryce leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "The way you are now, I would think you're jealous." He said
Smith Kane sat next to them, feeling a certain atmosphere that no outsider could penetrate. He saw Bryce gazing at Laurette like a madman and covered his face with his hand. He couldn't bear to watch. Others noticed it too, and they all looked at Irene with sympathetic eyes. Irene was so angry that she almost bit her teeth off. Beatrice, who was a die-hard fan of Irene, stood up and suggested, "Drinking like this is boring. Why don't we play Truth or Dare?" Laurette raised an eyebrow. Truth or Dare, isn't that just causing trouble? After everyone had eaten, they moved to the sofa on the side and sat in a circle. After changing seats, Irene squeezed next to Bryce and looked at him with a slightly drunk expression. She said softly, "Bryce, are you okay?" Bryce nodded to indicate that he was fine. Irene said, "l'll pour you a cup of tea. Tea can relieve the effects of alcohol and make you feel better." Laurette sat on the other side of Bryce and heard this. Sh
Laurette stared at the man in front of her, and she had to admit that he was really good-looking. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes that contained autumn waves, with upturned corners, and a charming shape. His facial features were handsome and straight, and upon closer inspection, he even had a pointed chin. He usually had a strong aura, and few people dared to look directly at his face. Even Laurette only realized it today, and she shook her head to clear her mind. Bryce let go of her and stood up straight, adjusting his collar. "Get up, let's go." Laurette picked up her bag and stood up. The dinner was ruined by him, and she didn't need to stay here anymore. She followed Bryce out of the private room. The corridor was very quiet, with autumn maple leaves painted by a painter on both sides of the walls. The artistic conception was beautiful, like strolling in the autumn scenery, very romantic. Laurette followed closely behind him and noticed that he w
Irene suspected that Laurette was scheming against her, and she had evidence. "Director Laurette, even if l lose in a verbal argument, what does it matter? Bryce loves me," she said. Laurette stood up. "Our business is done here, Miss Irene can leave now, " she said. Irene was furious and stormed out of the room. Shortly after, Carlson came in with some files and saw Laurette rubbing her temples. "Director Laurette, did you have another argument with Miss Irene?" he asked. Laurette lowered her arms. "It's nothing. Give me the files," she said. Carlson handed her the files and followed her to her desk. "Director Laurette, I've arranged a dinner with the PR director of Elite's tonight at Tasty Pavilion at 7 pm, " he said. Laurette remembered that before falling ill, he had to meet with Director to change their spokesperson. Her illness had delayed the process. "Okay," she said. "Also..." Carlson reported an hour's worth of work progress. After he left, Lau
I was frightened, my eyes widened like copper bells, and my voice stuttered, "N-no, I can wash myself." Bryce nodded slightly with some regret and turned to leave, closing the door behind him. I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. I stood under the shower, and the warm water washed away my sickness. Outside the door, Bryce answered a call from Laurette's mother. She had a bad dream and woke up in the middle of the night. When she heard that Laurette had woken up, she felt relieved. Then she remembered Laurette's despondent appearance from the day before, and it worried her. "Bryce, are you and Laurette having a disagreement?" Laurette's mother asked carefully. Bryce leaned against the wall with one hand in his pocket, looking out at the dark night. He replied calmly, "No, don't worry." "I know Laurette can be stubborn and willful. Since you two are married, you should be more patient with her. Actually, she's easy to coax," Laurette's mother said.
I 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 hin
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 su
"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
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. Bryc







