Gloria found herself despicable. In fact, she had thought about asking Derrick for help, to buy back her freedom from the Fittro Club.
"Do you want to say something?" Just as Derrick dropped Gloria off at Fittro Club's door, he suddenly pulled her and asked. "No. Nothing." Gloria felt dry in her throat. She couldn't ask the question out loud. She glanced at Derrick, turned around, and walked towards the club's door hastily as if she was running away from something. However, because of her leg, she couldn't walk fast. She tried to move forward as quickly as she could while dragging her injured leg, like a clown. Gloria did not dare to look at the man behind her. She suddenly felt ashamed of herself and thought, 'You are so hideous, Gloria!' She stood in front of the elevator. The doors opened. She was about to enter. Then she looked up and saw Patrick's angry and cold face. Gloria took a step back. Her guts told her that the man in fDorian had planned to return to the UK regardless of the agreement. If she refused to sign, he would leave anyway. Why should she bother signing?Dorian appeared indifferent. "Suit yourself. It's not my business if it's someone else's child."His implication was clear—if she didn't sign, he wouldn't leave and would continue to restrict her freedom.Her resolve wavered. "Are you sure you won't make me do anything conscience-shocking?"Dorian's patience seemed to wear thin. "I enjoy doing conscience-shocking things. Feel free to join in if you like."Luana's face paled. She felt Dorian was too unstable. Staying with him might lead to her demise.After a moment of hesitation, she picked up the pen and signed Dorothy's name at the end of the document.Dorian shook his head. "Sign your own name."Luana was puzzled. "Since I'm acting as Dorothy, of course, I should sign her name."Dorian snorted. "Cline could help you re
That night, he held her in his arms as they lay on the sofa, doing nothing but falling asleep like a couple.The next morning, he woke up and maintained the same pose, reluctant to let her go.Recalling these moments, Luana suddenly sensed his love.But for her now, it was all too late.She put away her memories, intending to call Clarissa.Before she could dial, George called. "Miss Hammond, haven't you taken your medicine?"Luana sighed, "Dorian didn't give me the medicine for fear I'd run away."George fell silent for a few seconds, then said through gritted teeth, "I'll deal with him."Luana wanted to ask if the medicine was available domestically, but George hung up before she could.Immediately after, Clarissa called. "Luana, why was your phone off?"Last night, after leaving the nightclub in the early hours, Clarissa had seen Luana's missed call and tried to return it, only to find it off.Worried, s
Dorian cast a faint glance at Luana as she felt her way to lift the quilt. Only then did he turn and leave the bedroom.The next day, upon waking, Luana opened her eyes and, after confirming the color of the ceiling above, breathed a sigh of relief.Thankfully, her temporary blindness had subsided; otherwise, she would be forever shrouded in darkness.After getting out of bed and freshening up, she picked up her smashed phone and pressed the power button. It wouldn't turn on.She had thought only the screen was broken, but apparently, the phone was completely damaged.Recalling that her old phone supported dual SIM cards, she quickly retrieved the sealed bag, took out the phone, and inserted the new SIM card.Once the card was in place, she powered on the device and opened her messages.A flood of texts poured in.There were annual condolences from her colleague Sabrina.Others wished her peace in the afterlife, free fro
Luana fell to the ground, her pale face etched with fear and wariness.Dorian crouched down, illuminating her eyes with his phone light. Seeing no reaction, he understood."Dr. George said your eyes still have complications. You must protect them—no crying, no overexertion. Yet you never listen."He extended his slender hand to her and said indifferently, "Let's go. I'll take you home."Hearing the word "home," Luana found it bitterly ironic. "That's your home, not mine."She had no home, never had one. She thought finding her sister would mean finding a home, but this man who claimed to be her sister's man had locked her in a car, nearly suffocating her to death, for coming home late. How could she go back with him?"You bought that house for my sister. It's hers and mine," Dorian said nonchalantly.The bitterness in Luana's smile deepened. "My sister ended her life to escape you. Clearly, she didn't love you. The house and car
After what felt like an eternity, Dorian approached and rolled down the passenger window. He leaned in, looking at Luana, whose face had turned pale from oxygen deprivation. "Still not returning home on time?" he asked.The cold air from outside offered Luana a momentary respite from the suffocating heat.She pressed against the window, gasping for air. Once the suffocating feeling subsided, she lifted her reddened eyes and glared at Dorian coldly, without uttering a word.Dorian was momentarily taken aback by her gaze—it was the same look Dorothy had given him whenever she was hurt, filled with unspoken sorrow.The memory of Dorothy sent a pang through Dorian's heart. He averted his eyes and stepped back, opening the door to release her.Luana, clutching her rapidly pounding chest due to the lack of oxygen, stepped out of the car with a cold expression.Dorian expected her to follow him back to the villa, but instead, she turned and r
So, the person giving her a hard time was Gehrmann.Clarissa didn't haggle and directly picked up the wine bottle, drinking it down in one gulp.Floyd was stunned. He had been so obvious, yet this woman still didn't get it?At a time like this, she could have coaxed Gehrmann or acted cute, and the matter would have been settled. Instead, she chose to drink. How foolish.Floyd sneered and glanced at Gehrmann, who was lounging in the shadows.Dressed in a white suit, holding a wine glass, legs crossed, he exuded the air of a wealthy playboy.Though he appeared indifferent, his eyes occasionally flicked to the woman steadily drinking bottle after bottle.She wore a black deep-V gown that accentuated her curves, looking both sexy and innocent under the lights.Her striking features flushed pink from the alcohol, making her fair skin glow.Her poised demeanor outshined all other women present.Many found themselves cap