"Patrick! You bastard! You promised me!" Gloria's eyes turned red.
The pain in Patrick's eyes almost froze. He focused on doing what he was doing. Suddenly, Gloria's eyes widened in fear. Her body was shivering all over. She felt a sudden chill down her back since her pajamas were lifted. She screamed with all her strength, and her voice was harsh and unpleasant, "Patrick! I hate you!" Patrick's eyes were full of pain. He lowered his head abruptly and kissed her passionately on the scar on the back of her waist. He would rather dig out his heart to fill the missing flesh on the scar. Gloria struggled even harder, but the more she struggled, the more passionately Patrick kissed her. "Patrick! I hate you! Can't you hear me?" She twisted her waist frantically, trying to avoid his endless kiss. Patrick remained silent. What he wanted was not just her body. He wanted her to respond to him. He admitted that heMandy, who was in the driver's seat, opened her mouth, only to find that she couldn't utter a word to comfort Gloria. She knew Gloria too well, which was why she felt no need or words to comfort Gloria. The Carter Group had many problems. Maybe they had been overlooked, or maybe Alger didn't think they were serious. Mandy was a little distressed for Gloria, who was in the back seat. When Gloria was busy, she was working in an almost suicidal way. Mandy figured that she was supposed to hate Patrick. After all, he was the one who forced an outgoing woman bit by bit till she was cornered. In all of Gabbs, Patrick was the only person who could drive Gloria into a corner. But now, Mandy felt grateful for Patrick. At least he would come in time to pick Gloria up for lunch and dinner, or Gloria would be too busy to eat at all. Mandy accompanied Gloria to work for several days, and Patrick did not appear during this time. Gloria knew that h
Although Gloria's voice had long been broken, currently, her voice had reached a new limit. Listening to her speak made one feel like hearing two pieces of coarse sandpaper rubbing against each other. Anyone would get a sore throat and an itchy mouth while listening to her. "What do you want?" Stewart frowned and asked in dissatisfaction. Gloria didn't care about his attitude. She casually took the face powders out of her bag, opened it, and started to touch up her makeup as if no one else was around. "Seriously? You are still in the mood to fix your makeup now?" Stewart sneered. In fact, he was already dissatisfied. Gloria turned around and asked him, "Do I look good?" "Don't go too far!" Stewart clenched his fists. "If he sees me, he won't be able to move his eyes away from me, right?" Gloria lowered her head slightly and muttered to herself. Immediately, Stewart felt a lump in his throat and something bitter in his heart.
Gloria looked stiffly at Patrick in her arms who was asking for help. The others froze on the spot, watching the strange scene. "Is that Patrick?" Stewart said skeptically, and everyone present shared the same doubt. Sean's face suddenly darkened, and he said sternly, "Go! Get the pack doctor." The pack doctor came, but Patrick refused to cooperate. He clutched Gloria's clothes with both hands and refused to let go. Thus, all the people present looked at Gloria. "He only listens to you now," Sean said calmly. Under the gazes of everyone in the room, Gloria compromised and coaxed the child-like Patrick. After giving Patrick a checkup, the pack doctor said, "Alpha Patrick seems not to remember the past." Sean was also a medical worker, so he instantly understood what the doctor meant. "Are you saying that he lost his memory?" "No. Alpha Patrick's IQ and cognition are now no different from that of an eight-year-old
Gloria drove back. Sitting in the driver's seat, she laughed at herself for having an illusion. Otherwise, how could she see Patrick? Suddenly, she realized something. Gloria stepped on the brakes, her body leaning forward instinctively. She stared forward. The next moment... She unbuckled her seat belt, got out of the car, and limped forward. "Patrick! Where have you been? Everyone is worried about you. Do you know that?" Gloria shouted at him with her coarse voice. Her chest heaved violently. Patrick seemed frightened and stared at her blankly. "Gloria," Patrick explained, "Hank said that if I behaved, you would come to see me. I waited for a long time, but you didn't come. I miss you so much!" He looked at a loss and was about to cry. "Have I done something wrong?" Gloria's heart skipped a beat. An indescribable pain spread through her heart and she was caught off guard. Before she could say anything, Patrick
The secretary suddenly stood up. "Sorry, Mandy. Our president said that he wanted to meet Miss Carter alone to seek cooperation this time." Gloria, Mandy, and the other representatives from the Carter Group all looked at each other in confusion. What a strange request it was! Mandy was about to say something, but Gloria stopped her. "Take the others out of the meeting room." "But..." Mandy was worried. Gloria looked at Mandy with determination in her eyes. "Mandy, you know how important this cooperation is to me." It was important to her, as well as the Carter Group. "Let's go," Mandy said to others and took the lead to leave. In the conference room, only Gloria was left. In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a man stood silently. Gloria changed her expression and put on a standard smile. She walked over and stopped three meters away from the man. It was the best social distance. "Hello, Mr. Norman, nice to see you.
Time ticked by. Gloria raised her wrist and glanced at her watch for the third time. Patrick's eyes were fixed on her. The ringing sound of the phone broke the strange atmosphere in the room. Gloria pressed the answer button. She asked, "Have you arrived?" On the phone, she could hear Sean's voice together with hurried footsteps. "I can't go. I'll leave Patrick to you for the time being." Gloria became anxious and called out, "Wait a minute. Leave him to me for the time being? Isn't Hank there?" "Hank is not free. All his men are busy now." Gloria laughed out of anger. "What do you mean by that?" Sean sneered and asked Gloria, "He was shot in Italy. Don't tell me you think it was a coincidence." "What do you mean?" "Stewart will stay in Hammond Group. Hank and I are going to Rome. Think about it. He is not short of bodyguards, but why did he still get shot?" Sean said quickly. Gloria was silent. Although
The bedroom door suddenly opened. Gloria looked up and saw that Patrick had a poker face and returned with a blanket in his hand. Without a word, he threw the blanket onto the floor beside her bed and unrolled it silently. "What are you doing?" She was even more puzzled and asked. Patrick lay down on the floor and turned his back to her deliberately. "You are not allowed to sleep here," Gloria said coldly. Patrick remained silent. Gloria shouted, "Patrick, go out!" Patrick got up from the blanket and turned to yell at her, "Just send me away tomorrow! I don't care! Don't even think about chasing me away tonight!" Gloria didn't expect that he dared to yell at her. "Gloria wants to drive me away. She is sick and no one will take care of her. She is unreasonable!" Patrick shouted again. Gloria was stunned and didn't know what to say. It was the first time that the eight-year-old Patrick had shouted at her. She look
Gloria locked herself in the bedroom for a long time. When she went out, drops of blood were on her pale lips, which betrayed her struggling heart. Everything returned to the past. Gloria walked to the living room expressionless and lay on the sofa in silence with a blanket. Patrick stood uneasily aside. He looked helpless and pitiful. "From now on, you are not allowed to enter the bedroom," Gloria said coldly. Patrick panicked. He asked anxiously, "Gloria, did I do something wrong? So, you don't like me anymore." Gloria looked down at the hem of her clothes in his palm. Mandy's words echoed in her ears. She reached out and pulled back her clothes and walked back to the bedroom. She left behind a ruthless back for Patrick. However, when she turned her back to him, she began to shed tears. Why did she cry? She didn't want to think about it, nor did she have the strength to think about it. The night ended s
"I had no choice but to pull a dumb move—I seduced Gehrmann and took Naomi's spot as his bedwarmer," Clarissa said flatly, her voice echoing off the brick walls."I thought I could use him to get back at Cline. Turns out I was dumber than a bag of hammers—Gehrmann wouldn't lift a finger against Cline for any woman." She kicked at a pebble, watching it skitter into the shadows. "By the time I figured that out, he wouldn't let me walk away."Clarissa shifted her weight, catching Luana's profile in the dim light."But don't you worry, Luana. I ain't falling for Gehrmann's charm. This world's got exactly one good man left—Albion. And he's six feet under."So, I won't be that girl anymore—the one who pours her heart out for every little kindness, even when it's not worth it."Mentioning Albion again made Luana's eyes dim as if the light behind them had been switched off.She lowered her lashes, hiding the sorrow pooling th
Third Person's POVLuana tightly embraced Clarissa, hoping to alleviate her pain.Clarissa, however, patted her back with a smile and said, "It's alright. After finding out the truth, I was devastated for a while, but then I pulled myself together. I installed surveillance cameras and recorded every moment of their infidelity, which I sent to my lawyer."I won the lawsuit, but I couldn't get the house back. I could only recover the mortgage payments, the money I spent on him, and compensation for emotional distress..."However, what I didn't expect was that someone would expose Albert's bigamy online, ruining his reputation. His company fired him, and no other major firms would hire him. As far as I know, his current salary isn't even enough to cover the mortgage. Plus, his mother has cancer, which is why he keeps begging at my door."Clarissa's voice turned cold as she continued, "He thinks I'm still the naive woman I once was, that if he kneels a
Clarissa took a deep breath, opened the bedside table, and took out a marriage certificate, handing it to Luana."You two weren't entirely meant to miss each other. At least he kept his promise from when you were young and married you."Seeing the marriage certificate, Luana's eyes welled up.She reached out and slowly unfolded it...Name: LuanaName: AlbionBeside them was a composite photo of the two, dressed in white shirts, with a red background, their faces beaming with happiness.When Luana was eighteen, she had asked Albion, "When are you going to marry me?"Albion, engrossed in a book at the time, looked up and playfully tapped her nose with his pen, saying, "When I'm capable of giving you happiness."Luana pouted, dissatisfied, "But when will that be?"Albion held up his book and replied, "After I've mastered all this knowledge and become someone worthy, then I'll marry you."Luana rested her chin
Last time, it was her negligence that failed to keep Albion by her side. This time, she was determined to do everything in her power to protect Luana.Clarissa raised her hand and gently patted Luana's shoulder, hoping to offer some warmth.Time ticked by, and they remained in the same position until a man in a gray suit approached.Clarissa looked up at him, noticing his gaze fixed on Luana, and her tension grew.Before she could inquire about his identity, the man stepped forward and gently pushed Luana's head with his slender fingers."It's ten o'clock. It's time to go home..."Luana, recognizing Dorian's voice, didn't lift her head, her lifeless eyes fixed on the floor.Dorian frowned at her silence, then bent down slightly and spoke patiently, "Dorothy, come home with me."Luana raised her weary head and said, "I don't want to go home today..."She wanted to stay and support Clarissa, to quietly live for herself for
She couldn't believe it. Even with the news reports and Clarissa's own words, she still refused to accept it.Albion, the gentle and considerate young man who had cherished her, how could he have taken his own life in such a tragic way? It was impossible.Luana shook her head in disbelief. "No, he wouldn't do this..."Clarissa stepped forward and embraced Luana. She felt Luana's body growing cold, and her heart ached."Luana, I don't want to believe it either, but..."Clarissa's words trailed off, tears streaming down her face.Three years ago, fearing Albion might do something rash, she had followed him to the cemetery.There, she found no sign of Albion, only bloodstains on the tombstone.Her unease grew as she searched for him, but he was nowhere to be found.The next day, the news reported that Coburn Group's CEO, Calvert, had committed suicide at the cemetery.Only then did she realize Albion had truly done s
"Clarissa..." Albert wept and pleaded, "My mom has cancer, I got fired from my job, and the baby still needs milk. For the sake of our years together, treat me like a beggar and spare me a little help.""If you were truly a beggar, I'd give you some money to send you on your way, but you're not..."A clear voice cut through the air, tinged with exhaustion, coldness, and a hint of ruthlessness. "You're nothing but scum!""Clarissa!""Gag him and get him out of my sight!"At the command, the bodyguards immediately seized Albert and shoved him into the elevator."Humph, this despicable man!"Luana followed the voice and spotted a familiar figure leaning against the bar.The woman had a slender figure, waist-length curly hair, and fair, slender fingers holding a slender cigarette, while her other hand toyed with a wine glass.She tilted her head, staring into the red wine in her glass, as if observing another world from afar
Upon learning of this possibility, Cline simply said, "Thank you," and hung up the phone.He gazed once more in the direction the black luxury car had vanished, now more certain than ever that Dorian had taken his Luana.However, he refused to believe they were husband and wife.Russell arrived with the bodyguards in a hurry, seeing Cline standing in front of the smashed Bugatti.Thinking Cline's car had been in an accident, he quickly approached."Mr. Moriarty, are you alright? Did you take too much sleeping pill and start hallucinating again?"For the past three years, Cline had been plagued by insomnia, clutching two mementos of Luana and struggling to sleep through the night.Russell, worried about his health, had obtained some sleeping pills from Eva.Little did he know, Cline had become addicted to them. Later, Russell found out that the medication could induce hallucinations when taken in excess.It was these hall
Cline's brow twitched, his eyes filled with disdain as he regarded Dorian.He strode quickly to Luana, extending his hand with an unyielding tone, "Come with me."Before Luana could refuse, Dorian swiftly acted, his long arm encircling her shoulder and pulling her tightly into his embrace. A provocative smile played on his lips as he challenged, "On what grounds?"Cline's vision sharpened with pain, witnessing Luana clinging to Dorian, their bodies pressed close. A surge of rage erupted within him."Because I love her!"Cline's voice trembled yet rang out loud and clear, eight years of pent-up emotions bursting forth like a flood breaking its dam.Dorian, noticing the bloodshot eyes and the fervor in Cline's gaze, felt a flicker of realization. He glanced down at Luana in his arms.Her expression was calm, a faint smile curling her lips as if she had just heard an absurd joke, detached and indifferent.Not only did Dorian not l
Dorian rolled his eyes at the scene and impatiently pushed open the car door, stepping out to approach the Bugatti.He bent down and knocked on the window, "Dorothy, get out now."Luana, upon hearing Dorian's voice, froze for a moment before pushing away from Cline, who was still kissing her.Her breathing was slightly labored as she coldly instructed, "Open the door. My husband's here!"Cline's body stiffened. He averted his gaze from Luana and slowly looked at the man outside.Dorian, dressed in a gray suit, was impeccably neat. His handsome face and aristocratic demeanor made him look distinguished and aloof. Cline didn't care about Dorian's appearance, but he was annoyed that Dorian had called her Dorothy, not Luana.Cline swiftly fastened Luana's seatbelt and started the car, speeding out of the parking lot without another word.Dorian watched the Bugatti speed away, a look of frustration crossing his face.He muttered tha