LOGINSean listened quietly. As an outsider, he felt sorry for Patrick.
Patrick said he knew he was wrong, which meant that he was on the verge of desperation. "If so, we would have kids by now, and they would be at the age of attending school." Patrick looked into the distance. Sean felt as if Patrick's words were boiling oil that was poured onto his heart, upsetting him inexplicably. "Let's have a drink." "No. She will get hungry when she wakes up." After saying that, Patrick stood up and took out some vegetables from the fridge. "I'll make some soup. She has a delicate stomach." Just as he placed the vegetables on the counter, he suddenly paused, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the stuffed trash can. After looking at it for a while, Patrick squatted down and took things out of the trash can one by one. Sean looked at Patrick, who was quietly washing the couple's mugs behind the sink, and sighed silently that fate alwaysShe clicked it open. It was a transfer from Clarissa. She was about to call her when she received a message from Clarissa."Luana, you can't be traveling without money. Don't even think about sending it back; I've already blocked your account."Seeing the message warmed Luana's heart. She replied, "Then I'll pay you back when I make a huge fortune."On the other end, Clarissa saw the reply and smiled slightly, but her eyes were fixed on the file folder on the table, lost in thought.After Albion left, he sent Vivian to return all the personal property Clarissa had previously given back to him.In addition, there were some things specifically left for Luana.Clarissa initially wanted to hand them over directly to Luana, but Albion had said to wait until Luana's wedding day.She thought about it and decided to respect Albion's wishes, so she didn't give them to Luana now.She just took out the bank card Luana had left for her thr
Luana called him "Professor Atkinson" when she was in a good mood, and just "Erasmus" when she was annoyed. He was long used to it.In his opinion, Luana hadn't mastered the fundamental theories. It was impossible for her to produce anything decent.But he reached out and took the sketches anyway. The moment he saw the drawings, his expression froze instantly. A flash of shock and admiration crossed his eyes."You drew this?!"He immediately uncrossed his legs. He stood up abruptly and grabbed Luana's injured arm.Luana gasped in pain. She shoved him away. She held her arm, fighting the ache, and nodded at him.Erasmus stared at Luana in disbelief. He looked back at the sketches. The more he looked, the more impressed he became."I thought that after your sister died, I'd never find anyone with her kind of talent again. I didn't expect you to..."He suddenly remembered how he'd been mocking Luana for being "untalented." He imme
Clarissa was about to say that wouldn't work—she'd already tried it three years ago. Luana cut in, "He knows I'm alive, so he's definitely coming back for me. We can't just sit here playing defense; we need to bait him."Thinking fast, Luana put down her fork. She took out her phone and opened her contacts.She unblocked Mr. Night, logged into Messenger, found his friend request, and accepted it.She stared at his profile picture. After a moment's thought, she started typing."Mr. Night, since you know I'm alive, how about we set up a time to meet and clear things up?"Luana's message was simple and direct—just a request to meet.Knowing Mr. Night, he would definitely guess she was trying to set a trap.But since he was obsessed with her, he would likely agree just for the chance to see her.Luana's plan was clear: If he agreed, she'd call the cops immediately. She figured if they showed up with the police, there wa
Erasmus let out a breath. He looked back at Luana's pale face. When he saw her arm was still bleeding, he frowned slightly."Your old wounds just healed, and now you have a new one. Your luck is truly TERRIBLE. Your life is dramatic enough."Luana was used to his sarcasm. She just covered her wound and kept quiet.Erasmus loosened his grip on the steering wheel. He opened the glove compartment. He took out a small adhesive bandage and handed it to her."Here. Use this patch for now."Luana looked at the wound on her arm. Then she looked at the small bandage he offered. She felt a sudden sense of helplessness."Erasmus, you really are exactly like Dorian."After three months, Luana knew Erasmus was Dorian's student. They didn't just share a similar design style; their personalities were practically identical.Erasmus heard that. He broke into a perfectly symmetrical smile. He said stiffly, "Thanks."Luana rolled her eyes
She bit down with all her might, like a wild animal latching onto prey, causing the man's arm to bleed profusely and his flesh to look ragged and raw."Ouch! It hurts!"The man screamed in pain. He reached up and yanked her hair, trying to pull her off, but she held on tight, biting as if she meant to kill him right there.That man seemed completely unprepared for her fierce resistance. He immediately took the small knife in his hand and stabbed her arm.The moment the sharp blade broke her skin, Luana subconsciously loosened her grip.As soon as she let go, the injured man immediately yanked her hair and pulled her away.He fought through the intense pain and raised his free hand to slap her, but that Mr. Night stopped him.He still didn't say a word. He grabbed Luana's arm and dragged her toward his own car.Luana refused to go with him. She struggled desperately, trying to stall for time until Clarissa returned to the garage
Time flew by. The day of the skin graft surgery arrived quickly.Even though Elena viewed Luana as a rival, her professional ethics and skill were excellent. She didn't sabotage Luana at all during the procedure.To ease Luana's pain, she even used expensive medicine during the post-op care.Luana stayed in the hospital bed for another two months. After surviving countless sessions of extreme pain, her body finally started recovering.On the day she was discharged, Luana stood in front of the bathroom mirror. She turned sideways to look at her back.She still had some scars, but most of the skin had healed pretty well. It wasn't as shocking to look at as before.She was satisfied with the result. She turned on the faucet to wash her hands, then walked out of the bathroom.Clarissa was packing the luggage. She saw Luana come out and asked, "Do you want to take the clothes in the closet with us?"Luana looked at the rows of men's







