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Amanda thought Laurence would respond to her remarks as coldly as he had dismissed her in the past.To her surprise, that was not what happened.He knew that it would be pointless.Although she deliberately touched a nerve, Laurence didn't seem angered at all. He did not elicit a single display of the tantrum that Amanda had anticipated.She must admit that she really admired him for his composure at that moment.However, Zoey's new boyfriend and their child effortlessly stirred up a lingering discontent within him. Amanda held a certain level of fear for Laurence. If she were to enrage him for real, there was no knowing when he would be silently plotting his revenge. She decided to stop there and politely advised, "If you don't want to be an uncle, you can be the stepfather."Laurence tugged at the corners of his mouth and said, "Thank you so much."Amanda felt a chilling sensation down her spine as she met his cold gaze. She regretted speaking up.Engagement banquets were a

Laurence replied quizzically to Zoey, "Is it really that boring?" "Yes, it's incredibly lame," responded Zoey. Laurence countered, "I don't think so. I'm serious about it." "Haven't I made it clear enough to you? I'm carrying someone else's baby. Aren't you the most practical person in the world? Don't be unrealistic," Zoey said her piece, but Laurence had always proved himself more stubborn than her. The rumors about Laurence's stubbornness and ruthlessness were true. Fighting back her temper, Zoey uttered, "If you're feeling guilty about the hurt you have caused for getting the wrong idea about me, I can let you know now that I forgive you. I don't care about it, and I've moved past it. I don't hate you either. That should be enough for you. It simply did not sit well with you that you wronged a person because of your past arrogance. Don't feel sorry. It's not important to me anymore. It's all in the past. I got the beating and the insults. I'm the victim, and it doesn't m

The sunshine appeared more vibrant after the rain. The sun's rays penetrated through the glass window, giving light to the living room. Zoey's back would ache if she was on her feet for too long. With her arm propping against her back, Zoey took her time to sit on the sofa with a frown. "Laurence, you're trespassing on my property." Laurence shamelessly denied, "I came into the house with you." Zoey pursed her lips. "I didn't say you could." Laurence cheekily retorted, "Oh, I thought you were okay with it." Random things for children could be found around the living room. There were some early years toys, unopened packages of beautiful clothes, and a rocking horse on the balcony. Zoey seemed to have put a lot of thought into raising the child before the kid was even born. She was not the type to shop around, and the range of products could hardly tempt Zoey to pull out her credit card. Nevertheless, Zoey couldn't resist getting the necessities for her unborn child no

Jasmine was disappointed with her daughter as the latter was not taking her seriously. "Can you show a bit more concern for your father's case?" Lifting her chin, Sarah looked at her mother. "Is there a point, Mom? The verdict is out." Personally, she felt a life sentence was better than a death sentence because he was her father, after all. Robert had always been nice to her throughout the years. Jasmine stared at Sarah in silence for a while. "Do you know how your father threatened me?" It never occurred to Jasmine that her daughter would still carry the hope that Robert was still family to her. Sarah should be like her, casting Robert away from their lives. For all they knew, Robert might get desperate and sell them out. Sarah gave a nod. "You told me the last time, but Dad won't indulge my deeds to Laurence. It serves him no purpose anyway." Jasmine balled her fists. She had pushed Robert into a situation that there was no turning back from. Robert was vindictive, a

"Can you not touch my stuff without permission?" Zoey asked, exasperated.Her cutting remark silenced Laurence, and he pursed his lips. "I saw the books, so I wanted to ask." Zoey clutched the books to her chest and said stiffly, "I studied French a long time ago. I haven’t had time to hit the books since then.”While in college, she used to sit in on French classes in the foreign language school. It was not an easy language to learn. Laurence was skeptical. "I speak French. If you want to learn, I can teach you.”Zoey lowered her gaze before replying, "I have no interest now." French was a lot harder compared to English. The words Laurence had used were common ones she had picked up from sitting in on the French lessons. The lecturer taught the students in their first lesson—"Je t'aime." The sentence was neither complex nor challenging to learn. Zoey had her hands full in college, occupied with classes and her part-time job. Despite her packed schedule, she would make h