Christine walked very fast. She soon reached the Public Relations Department's lounge and walked past it toward the manager's office.
Her stilettos tapped against the marble tiles, and she looked angry. The staff trembled in fear as they watched Christine walk straight toward her destination. She kicked the office door open, making a huge noise. Christine roared furiously, "Emily, I want an explanation!" Emily was startled. She looked at Christine, who appeared out of the blue, and asked, "Christine, what's going on?" Christine walked into the office and slammed the door shut, blocking those probing gazes. She stood at the door with her arms crossed. Looking at Emily coldly, she said, "Who said you could arrange work for Gloria? Don't you know that she is still sick? Did you have my permission?" Emily felt relieved and dissatisfied when she heard that Christine was here for Gloria. Emily said, "Christine, I'm the manager of tLuana put down her wholewheat bread. The oats on it irritated her fingertips.She picked up the cheese bread with her right hand, her index and middle fingers holding it. The cheese on the bread's edge left a greasy residue on her skin, making her stomach churn.The sweet and salty cheese burst on her taste buds, mixing with the bread's charred aroma, yet it was as hard to swallow as chewing gum.She was aware of Dorian's gaze, sharp as a scalpel, on her face. Each chew of her molars throbbed with pain.Dorian's harsh stare faded. He tapped his coffee cup, the porcelain ringing out.His smile returned. "Good girl," he said.Sunlight pierced the clouds, gilding his lashes but not the shadows in his eyes.After one bite, Luana put the bread back. The cheese left an oil stain on the plate.She patted her lips with a napkin, the fibers brushing against them. Her voice rang out in the quiet dining room, "It's unpleasant. I don't like it."The
She sat stiffly on the sofa for a long time, her fingertips absentmindedly rubbing the embroidered pattern on the edge of the sofa.Then, using her elbow to lever herself up from the armrest, she rose slowly. Her knees bent slightly before straightening abruptly, as if she were using all her strength to walk back to the bedroom with mechanical steps.The metal door handle felt cold in her palm.As she pushed open the window, the headlights of the matte-grey Koenigsegg downstairs were reflecting a cold light. The raindrops sliding off the car's streamlined body fell to the ground, like the tears she had not shed last night.Her eyelashes suddenly trembled violently, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the window frame, and the scar on her chest, where the surgery had cut and sewn her up, seemed to be burning.She slammed the window shut, the aluminum frame clattering against the glass, then grabbed the curtain cord and yanked it forcefully. The heavy velvet curtain fell like a black
Cline's bloodshot eyes slowly lifted toward the lit villa. "She kept saying she's Dorothy, not Luana. So she's using that identity—and married Dorian with it." He frowned."She loved Albion so much. There must be a reason she married Dorian."His thoughts darkened like a storm approaching."Go investigate Dorian and Dorothy," he ordered Russell coldly."Yes, sir," Russell replied respectfully.As Russell turned to leave, Cline stopped him."One more thing...""Yes, sir?"Cline's lips parted slightly as he slowly said, "Check if Dorian saved Luana from the crematorium. Start there."George had mentioned that if the body wasn't damaged and the brain was still active, a heart transplant could save a person.Luana's body had no defects, which meant she must have been secretly taken away before cremation.Whoever took her also gave her a new heart, allowing her to survive.Cline suspec
He didn't blame her. He only hated himself for not cherishing her while she was still by his side.Clenching the letter in his hand, he stumbled and slowly turned to leave.His once-proud figure now seemed frail, as if a gust of wind could knock him down."Cline…" Just as he leaned on the car door, preparing to leave, her familiar, tranquil voice called out to him.Hearing his name, he turned slowly, his gaze locking onto her slender, fragile figure under the streetlight.This was the person he'd missed for three years. Just her soft voice was enough to make him want to run to her and hold her tight.But reality was a cold shower, dousing his fervor.He took a step forward, but she retreated three steps, panic in her eyes, as if he were a monster."Don't come closer," she said calmly, her voice clear and unrippled."I've said all I need to. Please don't disturb me again."Cline had hoped she'd called him ba
Cline released Luana with a hint of despair, staggering back a step.His bloodshot eyes locked onto hers as he asked, "Never at all?"Luana's lashes fluttered, her composure unwavering as she shook her head again.The smile on Cline's lips deepened with bitterness. "What about these, then?"He pulled out a letter he'd carried always, holding it before her. His voice cracked, his eyes red as he repeated, "What do these mean?"Luana's gaze fell on the perfectly preserved letter, and her expression froze—a chord struck deep within.She wondered when exactly she'd lost all hope in him.Her thoughts drifted back to that night when he held her close, their intimacy shattered by his cold words, "Don't delude yourself into thinking I'll love you."She'd felt like ice, realizing she was nothing to him but a vessel for his emotions. Yet now...Luana slowly lifted her eyes to Cline, his composure completely undone.Whe
Luana fought with all her might, her slender hands clawing at Cline's arms.Her nails bit through his skin, drawing blood, yet he held on relentlessly."Cline!" Luana roared in fury, finally dropping her Dorothy act and staring him down as Luana.Hearing his name from her lips, Cline's eyes reddened further. "You finally admit it..."Luana sneered. "So what if I do?"Cline froze, his bloodshot eyes slowly meeting hers.Her face was an icy mask, devoid of emotion, filled only with contempt.This cold Luana left him at a loss.As he opened his mouth to speak, Luana turned her head, her calm eyes reflecting Cline's pale face."Did you really mean it when you said you loved me?""Yes..." Cline's heart leaped at the chance to connect, and he nodded eagerly, about to confess a decade-old truth.But Luana cut him off, her voice ice-cold, "If you loved me, why wouldn't you wait until our contract ended before break
"Does it hurt?" Luana silently asked herself.Once, she had known pain—excruciating, soul-crushing agony that had left her curled on a cold floor, voiceless and desperate.It had been a pain that stripped away all hope in this man before her, eroding her very will to live. It had been so severe that even in her final moments, when she'd longed for a glimpse of him, he'd refused even a phone call.That pain was no mere physical wound. It was a despair that seeped into her very being.It was after enduring such torment that she had finally seen Cline for what he truly was—a man utterly ruthless toward her.Yet now, here he was, holding her and asking if she hurt. The irony was bitter, almost laughable.With a cold, expressionless face, she said, "The five minutes are up. Let me go."But Cline, who had finally held the person he'd obsessed over, had no intention of releasing her so easily.He held her tight and said, "
Cline held tight to her arm, as if he'd never let go unless Luana gave him a chance to speak.Luana, brows furrowed, sighed and relented, "Five minutes, right here."Cline's cold gaze shifted to Dorian, who shot him a glare before turning to Luana."Five minutes, then home," Dorian warned.Luana nodded meekly, "Okay."Only after Dorian strode into the villa did Luana turn to Cline, her voice cool and impatient."Well?"In Dorian's presence, Luana had been the picture of obedience, just as she used to be with him.Now, though, Cline saw a change in her—calm, distant, and edged with impatience.This new version of Luana only deepened the ache in his chest.He longed to reach out, to brush his fingers against her face, but as his hand rose, she flinched violently, stepping back as if struck.Luana stared at Cline's right hand, her pupils suddenly clouded with fear, as if the ghosts of past trauma had res
Luana nodded in agreement and turned toward the stairs.But after just two steps, she froze, her fingers brushing the banister.Slowly, she turned back, her voice hesitant. "Clarissa, I came back as Dorothy... What about Gehrmann?"Clarissa had guessed that Luana had returned as her sister Dorothy the moment she heard Dorian call her by that name.Clarissa's smile was warm, reassuring. "I won't say a word to him or Cline. Your secret's safe."Relief flickered in Luana's eyes. "Thank you," she whispered, the word soft as a feather.As Luana walked away, Clarissa watched her retreating figure, worry knotting her brow."Is this luck or a curse?" she thought, "Leaving Cline only to be trapped by Dorian."At the car, Luana opened the passenger door and slid in."Home at ten seems early," she ventured, her tone tentative.Dorian glanced over, his indifference palpable. "Make it eight, then."Luana's lips twitched