INICIAR SESIÓNIrene 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.
When I woke up, it was dark outside with only the dim light of a street lamp shining into the room, reflecting off the walls. I stared at the dark ceiling in a daze. Had I died? But why could I still feel the pain spreading from my heart? "Cough, cough, cough.." I suddenly coughed. The lights in the hospital room turned on immediately, and the sudden bright light made me instinctively raise my hand to shield my eyes. Then I felt someone approaching me. The person's footsteps were heavy and familiar. Tears welled up in my eyes again, and the words "He looks a lot like you" echoed in my ears. Killing someone hurts the heart just as much. Bryce stood by the bed, looking down at her from above. She curled up into a ball, fragile like a paper person, as if she would break at the slightest touch. "Awake?" My eyelashes trembled slightly, and I turned my back to him in silence. The atmosphere was heavy, and Bryce's still fingers curled up slightly, as if he was
I looked into his eyes, the boiling hatred almost consuming me. Our marriage was not a union of love, but rather a prison of hate that kept us both trapped in this abyss. "I didn't do anything wrong," I said. Bryce sneered, "Okay, then tell me, why did the baby fall asleep while you two were chatting under the quilt?" I couldn't say anything. Bryce suddenly let go of me, taking a step back. The hatred in his eyes grew stronger, and he almost spoke out of revenge. "When the doctor handed me the six-month-old baby, do you know how I felt?" Tears unexpectedly fell from my eyes. I bit my lip tightly, not daring to cry out loud. My heart was in knots. Bryce wasn't satisfied with just hurting me. He gestured with his hand and said cruelly, "He was so small, not even as big as my fist, lying in a cold tray, without any signs of life. But the day before, he was still kicking my hand through your belly, playing games with me." "Stop talking..." I sobbed. His w
Irene put down her phone and pulled the curtains closed. She turned around and walked towards Bryce with a smile, "Bryce, come and sit down." Bryce sat down on the pink sofa, his long legs a bit restless, "Aren't you feeling unwell?" "If I didn't say that, would you have come?" Irene pouted and glared at him, then knelt on the carpet beside the coffee table. Bryce pursed his lips and didn't say anything. Irene reached out to him, her tone coquettish and light, "Can I borrow your lighter?" Bryce took out his lighter and handed it to her. Irene leaned over to take it, her fingers lightly brushing against his fingertips. Her arm felt a bit numb, as if an electric current had passed through it. She quickly withdrew her hand and lit the candles on the cake, saying, "Bryce, do you remember what day it is today?" Bryce looked at the cake on the coffee table, his expression a bit dazed, "Is it your birthday?" Irene pouted and said, "We've known each other for more
The corners of the man's eyes and eyebrows were overflowing with spring tide, making my heart beat faster. I instinctively leaned back and said, "I haven't finished my work yet." Bryce furrowed his brows and looked at the neatly arranged files on the desk. He asked softly, "How many more do you have?" I couldn't read his thoughts and pointed to a pile of files next to me, saying, "These ones." Bryce glanced at them. There were at least five or six files in that pile. He pursed his thin lips and said, "Take your time." Saying that, he sat down on the sofa, as if waiting for me to finish reading the files and leave with me. I felt uneasy. What did Bryce mean? I was really afraid of him now. "You..." I only managed to say one word before Bryce looked up at me. Under the light, his eyes were cold and deep, which made my heart skip a beat. "If you're busy, you can go first. You don't have to wait for me," I said. "I'm not busy." Bryce leaned back on the so
I looked sorrowful as I sat on the sofa, looking at Alice. "Do you really want me to divorce your brother?" I asked. "Of course," Alice replied with a haughty expression. "My brother is a talented and outstanding man. Only a woman as brilliant as you, Laurette, is worthy of him." My lips twitch
Mrs. Ava's birthday was coming up, and her annual birthday banquet was held at the Rodriguez Mansion. They hired the top chef team in the country to cook delicious food and invited a music group to perform, making it a grand event. Recently, I'd been feeling low and couldn't seem to lift my spi
On my way back home, I received a call from Mrs. Ava. "Are you at home? I'll come over in a bit and bring some local specialties from my friend. Let your auntie cook them for you both to nourish yourselves," Mrs. Ava said on the phone. Before I could refuse, Mrs. Ava hung up. She was always in
"Miss Irene, I'm sorry, I reserved this bag half a year ago. If you like it, you can pre-order and queue with the salesperson," I stood firm. Irene showed a shocked and heartbroken expression. "But I really like this bag, Director Laurette. How about I pay double the price and you give it to me







