LOGINBeverly took one look at Jake and kept walking. He was dressed in an Armani suit and had a Patek Philippe on his wrist.Although Beverly was undoubtedly at fault for delaying paying his salary, that didn't give him the right to deliberately give her a hard time.At the base, she'd supervised nearly a thousand people and overseen hundreds of projects. While she might not have been skilled at socializing or submitting to others, she had her own ways of managing subordinates.Soon, the three of them arrived at the auction house. After communicating with Loren Kirby, the director of the auction house, they took their seats at the very back.…After several auction items, it was time for Beverly's ruby necklace to be presented.Suddenly, footsteps echoed from outside the door. Evan and Marvin walked in, one after the other.Marvin approached her and asked, "Bev, why didn't you tell me you were auctioning jewelry at my auction house? I could've invited more buyers for you."Beverly g
The scent of alcohol permeated the air, blurring inhibitions and stripping away the facades they'd maintained so fiercely in their sober hours.James kept whispering in Beverly's ear, "Your champagne was so sweet. Does the hangover cure still taste bitter? Don't have anything cold for the next few days. And let Kathy stay."With every sentence, he would kiss her, feeding her the hangover cure. "From now on, don't drink alcohol."Beverly had swallowed quite a bit and was gradually beginning to feel better. She pressed her hands against James' chest, her face burning hot as she murmured, "No more. It's too bitter."James cupped her flushed cheeks, feeling the heat rising in her because of him. A faint smile touched his lips as he gently pressed his mouth to hers and softly replied, "Okay."Then, he deepened the kiss.…Beverly didn't know when James had left. He'd kissed her into a daze, and she'd fallen asleep.When she woke, she found a bowl of hangover cure still sitting on th
The growing prevalence of online gambling had been giving Victor a massive headache lately."Alright, we'll be in touch then," Hugo replied, now somewhat intrigued.Meanwhile, Evan had been stationed outside the Romero residence, staring at the gate for three hours straight.He watched as James said goodbye to Victor with his arm around Beverly and got into the minivan.The vehicle slowly started moving, and Evan followed at a distance in his car. At the residential complex, he saw James and Beverly step into the elevator.Once back at his own apartment, he watched as James carried Beverly into the master bedroom and laid her down on the large bed.James held Beverly by the waist, his hand cupping her face. In that moment, Evan felt his blood run cold, and his face drained all of color.Suddenly, James glanced in his direction. He walked to the window and locked eyes with Evan before drawing the curtains shut.Evan pounded the window violently again and again, his mind flooded
James raised his hand and gently smoothed the hair on her temple, his gaze tender.Before he could answer, Victor said, "Isn't it normal for a husband to finish what his wife leaves?"So, it was because James was afraid Victor and the others might notice something. But wasn't he a germaphobe?Beverly took a step back to avoid his hand.James withdrew his hand and glanced at Victor. Only then did Victor remember the real business at hand. "Bev, let me introduce you to Hugo Henderson, the head of the Security Center. He's currently developing a crime prediction system, and having heard that you helped me solve the online bank theft case, he'd like to invite you to share some of your insights as a consultant."Of course, Victor would never reveal Beverly's true identity since it concerned her safety.Hugo hadn't expected the tech expert Victor had mentioned to be a young woman, nor had he expected her to be James' wife. Considering this connection, he frowned slightly.Victor cou
"James always wears a cold expression and does nothing but work all day."Beverly sat there listening to Tabitha's rapid-fire complaints about James and slowly added, "Yeah, he's quite aloof and doesn't talk much. I never know what he's thinking. Sometimes, I try to guess, but it's honestly very frustrating."Tabitha pressed on, "He even snapped at me earlier. He probably gives you a hard time often too.""Not really. But he was a bit harsh just now." Beverly's face flushed as she recalled the earlier incident, and she didn't continue."We should just ignore him from now on." Tabitha spoke as if she'd found an ally. She picked up a glass and handed it to Beverly. "Beverly, let's keep drinking."Beverly took the glass, remembering that the last time she'd had a drink was at the hotel when she'd first arrived in Ravenwell. Later, when she'd lived under James' watchful eye, she'd never touched alcohol again."He treats me like one of his subordinates, and he's stricter than my own p
James called out toward the door, "Go to the Bronson estate and fetch one of Tabitha's dresses."The maid outside immediately acknowledged the order.While giving instructions, James didn't stop what he was doing. His hands slipped beneath the cloak to undo the side clasp near Beverly's chest. He had no experience with this and couldn't see what he was doing. He was relying solely on touch.Beverly felt wronged by James' mild scolding. He'd never spoken harshly to her before. She'd assumed she was just as skinny as Bernice, and with him sitting there, she'd grown nervous and had wanted to finish dressing quickly.Seeing Beverly on the verge of tears and noting her delicate demeanor, James felt unbearably tense and restless. He closed his eyes, suppressing his emotions.With no other choice, he loosened the cloak around her chest and unfastened the side clasp. The movement revealed a glimpse of her soft skin. He quickly drew the cloak closed again.Suddenly, the door creaked open.







