เข้าสู่ระบบSmith 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.
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
Beatrice rushed into the hall crying and screaming, startling all the guests. Irene and Beatrice's family rushed over to her. Seeing Beatrice covered in blood, Savannah was shocked and angry and distressed. She quickly helped her sit down. "Such a deep cut!" Savannah exclaimed when she
On the small road, I stood there, my face pale as paper under the light. Olivia saw me trembling and quickly reached out to support me. "Laurette..." I lowered my head in a panic, tears rolling down unexpectedly. I took a deep breath. "Olivia, don't call me. Let's go quickly." My voice wa
Bryce was surrounded by many people, all young heroes in the mall, everyone was talking and laughing, Bryce was the quietest one among them. When Irene walked over, someone started to cheer, "Our piano queen is here, Irene, come quickly, come quickly, we'll be waiting for you." Most of this
Bryce guarded the stubbornness directed at Laurette's striking black long hair.He took me to a high-end club, perhaps because he was also dissatisfied with my clothing, he asked the stylist to pick a dress for me.After getting my hair and makeup done, I walked out of the dressing room in my dress







