"What's wrong with being a mistress? Not just anyone can become Jonathan's mistress.""I bet Charlotte is thinking, 'I'm his real girlfriend here. Am I invisible to you lot?'""I have to correct you on that. Charlotte isn't the real deal. She's the one who came between Jonathan and his ex to begin with.""Don't insult actual girlfriends by lumping her in."The comments section was essentially a battlefield. Charlotte didn't even dare to look. Every time she posted something, she would immediately close the application as though she were only completing a mission.No matter how strong her will was, it wasn't enough to withstand the relentless waves of vicious insults that came at her day and night.Some netizens were simply terrifying. Just from a face and a name, they could dig up her entire history and plaster it online. Even if Charlotte wanted to fight back legally, it would be a long process. Besides, Jonathan wouldn't allow it anyway. So, she had no choice but to swallow t
Hearing Jonathan's commanding tone over the phone, Chester couldn't help but find it absurd. How dare he speak to his uncle that way? He truly had no respect for anyone.That said, Chester wasn't interested in wasting his energy arguing with Jonathan. Chester was already downstairs at the hospital lobby. Lowering his gaze, he looked at his left hand.Just half an hour ago, that hand had been pressed against Giselle's slim waist, her warmth searing into his palm. Even now, the heat seemed to linger at his fingertips, refusing to fade. His heart, which had finally calmed, rippled into unrest once more.He curled his hand into a fist before pushing open the car door and stepping out. The solid thud of the door closing echoed.It was only then that Jonathan's emotions began to settle a little. At the very least, the sound meant that Chester and Giselle weren't doing that kind of thing.At this time, Chester said, "Whether I come back or not has nothing to do with you. Jonathan, don't
Jonathan was a playboy, but he at least had the looks and money to back it up. Some people out there had no money or looks, yet they still thought they had the right to cheat. That was just downright stupid.In today's world, if one went into a relationship expecting nothing in return, one was bound to end up the loser. It was a real experience proven to happen again and again.So, instead of wasting time cursing Jonathan, why not just jump on board? Forget about love. If he were willing to spend on them, that would be a win in and of itself. With his looks, he was worth showing off, too!Reading through the comments, Jonathan felt the fire he had just barely managed to suppress flare right back up. Almost every netizen was condemning him.Out of 100 comments, not a single one supported the idea of him and Giselle getting back together. If even one had, he would have liked the comment without hesitation.However, that rare supportive comment vanished quickly. It was flagged and de
The atmosphere inside the car shifted in an instant. The sound of ragged breathing filled the space. Giselle stared at Chester's face without blinking and noticed that his features had tightened with restraint. His dark eyes reflected her image clearly within them.At that moment, something changed. She finally regained her composure, but she felt her body heat up again. She asked, "Chester, are you having an episode?"Giselle knew about Chester's touch starvation. Right now, his state looked exactly like the beginning of one of those episodes.She didn't even realize she had blurted it out so directly until after. Perhaps it was instinct, but the question alone made Chester's heart skip a beat. He could feel his chest tighten. Panic instantly flashed across his eyes as he muttered, "Gigi, I don't…"Chester was terrified of scaring Giselle away. He had worked so hard to keep himself under control, yet somehow, she still saw right through him.He was no longer composed. He want
After all, Giselle had been through it herself. Back then, everyone around her told her to break up with Jonathan. They warned her that he had changed and that he was sneaking around with other women.Even after all that, she refused to believe it and clung to excuses for him. In truth, she had been deceiving herself. Regardless, the result did not change. She had fallen into that pit once, and she was determined not to fall into it again.The car sped down the road. Soft music played faintly through the speakers. From the phone, Harry's voice came sharp and resolute.He said, "Hit me hard, then! Don't hold back until I come to my senses! Giselle, don't go easy on me. I can take a beating. When I messed up as a kid, my mom used to discipline me with her fist, and I turned out fine."Giselle was rendered speechless. How could someone speak of such a childhood memory with that much pride? Then again, it was Harry.After the call ended, the car fell into silence. Giselle lowered he
The way Giselle and Chester chatted as if no one else existed made fury surge through Jonathan's chest. His expression darkened, and he clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles audibly cracked.Jonathan stared at Giselle as if he could carve a hole through her, but she never once spared him a glance.Because she didn't want to give his imagination any room to run wild, she didn't refuse Chester's offer to drive her home. After all, in any normal relationship, a boyfriend sending his girlfriend home was the most natural thing in the world.If Giselle refused Chester, Jonathan would make up even more ridiculous scenarios in his head. Just as Jonathan watched the two walk away, his temples throbbed with pain. He wanted to go after them, but Vivian was still in the operating room. If he left now, no one would be there for her.Jean had fallen down the stairs and broken her leg, so she couldn't get out of bed. Meanwhile, Perry had left for work days ago and wouldn't be able to rus